All Chapters of Your Dad's Perfect: Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

ZadeI haven’t seen Izzy since work, and it’s starting to gnaw at me. She’s been close with Sammi lately, always stopping by or at least making an appearance, but tonight, there’s been nothing. A part of me is itching to ask Grayson if he’s heard from her, to see if he knows where she’s gone, but doing that? It’d be admitting I care, more than I should. Getting sucked in is a trap I can’t afford, so I shove down the urge and stay seated at the table, my eyes drifting over the dancers who know better than to approach me right now.I turn my head as the door opens, and Eva strolls in. She makes her way over and sits across from me, her gaze assessing.“We lost a dancer,” I start, my tone dry. “Go on, tell me all about it. I’m sure the whole scene sent her running for the hills.” I settle back, waiting to hear how “Candy” handled it.But Eva only chuckles, shaking her head. “Actually, you’d be surprised. She’s a natural. Young, yes, but she took to it like that.” She snaps her fingers, s

IzzyBack at my apartment, I sink onto the couch, feeling the weight of disappointment settle over me. My place is simple and uncluttered—dark wood floors, walls painted a soft gray, and the minimal furniture I managed to collect. A small, dark green sofa sits against one wall, a vintage reading lamp casting warm light across the living room. Books line the shelves, everything carefully organized, almost obsessively so. But tonight, even the familiar calm of my space isn’t enough to settle my mind.I don't have a lot. I refuse to ask for handouts. If I can't afford it with my own money, I won't get it. Which everyone is pissed at me for. I told Zade, Grayson and them I wanted the basic salary for the job I'm doing, nothing more.My mind goes to tonight. I’m trying to make sense of it—Jake was all over me, eager, practically drooling at the chance. And then he just… vanished. After all that build-up, he left me in the back rooms without a word. Maybe it was because I let it slip that I

IzzyI’m lost in thought when Zade shifts in his chair, his gaze steady on me. “So,” he says casually, the barest hint of amusement in his voice, “how was your night, your date?”My eyes narrow, irritation simmering just beneath the surface. He knows about the date—Grayson must’ve told him. And here he is, prying, acting like he’s curious. “Fine,” I snap, not bothering to hide the edge in my tone.His eyes linger, studying me, the look on his face both unreadable and annoyingly persistent. “Come on, Izzy,” he coaxes, his tone low and easy. “Fine doesn’t sound like the whole story. Grayson mentioned you were going on a date, and I’m just curious, that’s all. Didn’t think you’d be in such a mood the next day.”“Oh, it was great.” I plaster on a fake smile, leaning back with my arms folded, doing my best to keep my expression light, mocking. If he wants to act like he cares, I can play along. “The date was amazing. He stayed all night.”A flicker crosses Zade’s face, barely noticeable, b

IzzyEva’s eyes are sharp, though, picking up on something beneath my forced composure.“What’s up?” she asks, concern slipping into her usually playful tone.A sigh escapes me before I can stop it. “It’s… nothing,” I start, but the words tumble out. “It’s just I tried to lose my virginity all week, and then again tonight, to just get it over with. But the guy bailed when I told him. He wasn’t the first. That makes six times this week alone.”Eva’s expression softens as I finish, and she pulls out a small card from her bra, slipping it into my hand. “This? This is a number that can change everything. There’s a community of men who won’t just stay—they’ll want to guide you. The ‘daddies,’ as they call themselves,” she says with a wink. “Trust me, they don’t run. But make sure it’s what you want.”I look down at the number, my fingers pressing into the card’s edges, feeling its weight in my palm. The idea feels… different. Dangerous, even. But there’s something intriguing about it too.

IzzyHe finally lets out a low, humorless chuckle, the sound dark and rough, like gravel.“Careful, Candy,” he murmurs, his voice a warning, barely more than a growl. “You’re playing a dangerous game. You might not be ready for what you’re asking for.”But his words only spur me on. The thrill of having him at my mercy, watching him grapple with his own restraint, is intoxicating. I tighten my grip on his throat, my nails pressing just a little harder as I lean closer, meeting his gaze with unwavering defiance.“Oh, I think I can handle whatever it is you’re too afraid to give,” I reply, my tone laced with mockery, daring him to break.His eyes flash, a dangerous glint simmering there. His hands finally release the chair, and one of them reaches up, capturing my wrist in a tight grip, pulling my hand away from his neck. I don’t resist, keeping my gaze locked on his, watching as he takes control, his fingers wrapping around my wrist, pinning it firmly.He holds my gaze, his grip on my