All Chapters of All For You, Daddy: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I wake with a start in an unfamiliar place.The last thing I remember last night is losing consciousness on the couch in William's library. There's a vague memory of being carried up a staircase, but that's where my recollection ends. Slowly, I peek an eye open and look around, my eyes bugging out at the sight that greets me.First of all, I'm in a man's room. There's no doubt about that.Everything is decorated in deep, chocolate leather and hunter green hues. I'm in the center of a gigantic bed complete with the softest sheets I've ever felt on my skin—a far cry from the scratchy ones I'm used to. Light peeks in from around heavy curtains, an antique fan turns lazily on the ceiling. This is luxury.I also suspect this is William's room. Does that mean...he slept beside me?My skin flushes at the possibility. Not to mention when I think of what happened last night. I'm not a virgin anymore. Far from it. I'm not sure it's possible for a woman to have one's virginity taken so...thoroug

Ignoring my throbbing dick, I sit back and bring Grace with me, positioning her in my lap and rocking her back and forth. "It's going to be okay, baby. I promise. This plane is safe. You are safe. I'm not going to let a thing happen to you. Ever." She curls into me, hiding her face in my throat and oh my God, it feels like my chest has been ripped wide open. Is this normal? "Grace, please. You will stop being scared immediately," I say, sounding winded.She lifts her head, some of her fear clearing. In fact, she giggles a little and the churning in my middle eases slightly. "You can't just order me to stop feeling something. You know that, right?""Can I order you to start feeling something?""Like what?" she asks."Like happiness. With me. Now.""Just because I'm scared in this moment doesn't mean I'm not happy overall."I process that, surprised to find it has a calming effect in my chest. Perhaps if I add to her happiness, it will eclipse the fear completely. "What else can I do to

It's when we land at the airport that dread begins to build in my belly.Paris was a fairytale, but reality is intruding fast.William carries me off the plane and keeps me on his lap in the back of the limousine. I cling to him, inhaling the masculine scent from his neck like a lifeline. I've allowed too much time to pass without telling William the truth. But I have to believe he'll understand. I have to believe that the man he's become will be compassionate and patient. He's not the lord of the manor anymore, right?I close my eyes and snuggle closer, praying with all my might that our love is strong enough to survive the truth about who I am. Why I was on that road in the first place the day he picked me up."You haven't talked to your family since we left," he says, kissing my neck, licking it in the shape of a heart. "If you want to invite them over for dinner tomorrow, I can start preparing myself to be irritated now."Despite my worry, I have to giggle. "You're so sure you'll

Grace's mother pushes the door open wider and allows me inside, my misery multiplying when I see they've already packed boxes, probably just in case I threw them out on the streets. Pictures of Grace at all stages of her life remain on the wall, however, shooting my heart up into my mouth.We walk into a room at the back of the three-bedroom apartment and the woman points to a small twin bed in the corner of the room, a shelf built into the headboard, packed with books. Simple and small. Unworthy of my angel. I've never been so determined to lay the world at her feet."I doubt there is anything in here that will tell us where she's gone," says her mother. "There might be a clue in her diary, but it's locked."I look over to find the woman turning a small book over in her hand—and I take it. Hesitating only a second before bashing the lock against the headboard and cracking the diary wide open. "Once a devil, always a devil," I mutter, letting the diary flip open to a page near the mid

No man wants a lady who's too smart for her own good, and Renee Sturm is learning this vital detail the hard way. Alone, stressed, and under so much pressure to uphold the perfect image of her family's cooperation, she's sad, having to go home to an empty house each day.Her love life is dead, and she's too busy to get into a new relationship. A baby would suffice, wouldn't it? One who'd love her wholeheartedly. One who'd fill her house with laughter and love.Strengthened by this thought, Renee plans an appointment with a fertility doctor... until she catches a glimpse of the tall, brooding, rugged man who does most of the heavy lifting down at her warehouse.She's never had any man make her feel so much. Gareth is handsome, kind and there's something in those eyes of his that tells Renee he's got enough experience to handle her body well in the bedroom.Maybe she wouldn't be needing the doctor's help after all.---------1: Renee.Everyone wants to be loved unconditionally.It's all