All Chapters of All For You, Daddy: Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

Raking a hand through his dark hair, he moves to the pool and slips in gingerly, in deference to his erection, and begins swimming laps. On my way to watch him from the comfort of a padded deck chair, I pick up my robe and fish the small bottle of lubricant from the pocket, setting it down beside me on the side table. And I wait.I wait for him while thinking about everything that has happened in the last three years. I've become a wife. I've made partner at my event planning company, which is now located downstairs in Firestarter headquarters. At first, me and Locke were across the street from each other, but that wasn't close enough for Locke and he moved us three floors away. My husband and I now have our own private elevator and break room connected to his office and rarely make it through a day without meeting there, working each other into a delirious sweat.We discussed having children and we were both initially interested in the idea, but over time, we realized our extreme fix

I was a late-in-life surprise for my parents. They'd always planned to retire early, so I knew when I turned eighteen and graduated it was off to college or move to Florida with them.I chose neither and instead moved to the city not far from our small town. Maybe I could go to college; it's still an option. But living out in the middle of nowhere, I'd gotten a jumpstart on my passion and it took off when I'd only been fifteen. The Love Toy Company was surprised by my age when they signed me up but they still took a chance on me anyway.At this point I'm riding the wave, but maybe I should look into college. I could go for something like business maybe? Right now I don't want to think about that. I'm enjoying my first taste of being on my own. Even if I don't look old enough to be doing it, I'm doing it anyway.My parents are older and they should be out seeing the world. They've done right by me and I want them to enjoy this time. I don't want them to be worrying about everything I'm

I watch her go to her apartment and look back one quick time before she goes inside and closes the door. I stand there staring for another few minutes just to make sure she doesn't run back out and want to talk to me again.I sigh as I push away from the door and go back to my living room. Why would she want to talk to me? I didn't even open the door.When glance outside I see that the sun is beginning to set and it's time for dinner. I think about what I want and then it dawns on me that Terrence might not have had a chance to get any food from the store with moving all day. It's been a long time since I moved, but I remember that it gets hectic and then before you realize it you've skipped a meal and you're starving.I go into the kitchen and grab a menu from the Chinese place down the block. I don't know what she eats, but everyone likes Chinese, right? I call and order a couple of things for her that I think she might like and then order some food for myself and explain to them th

I didn't sleep much last night, but that makes five nights in a row. Ever since Terrence came over and had dinner with me, I can't get her out of my mind. I spend my days staring out the peephole and trying to catch a glimpse of her.When she was here we didn't talk much, or at least I didn't. She told me about how she designs stuffed animals for a living and how busy she is. I'd never heard of something like that, but apparently it's a big business. I loved seeing how excited and animated she was while she talked and how she probably said more words in one night than I had in a whole month.After dinner I walked her to the door and she thanked me for a fun night. There was a moment of hesitation when I wanted to lean down and kiss her, but then I chickened out. I sent her dinner as a welcome home sort of thing and she was probably just being polite after the order got screwed up. I'm sure she couldn't wait to get out of here and back across the hall.Who would want to hang out with s

I walk next to Benny in silence, unsure if I should keep my trap shut or say something. The longer I'm quiet the worse I might be making it. I went from talking nonstop to mute. Why did he say sorry to me? I feel like I'm missing something here, but I don't know what it is. What does he have to be sorry for? That man needed to be knocked down a time or two. What a freaking jerk.The walk back to my apartment isn't long and with each step I know we're getting closer to me not seeing him again for days. I can't do that all over again because I've been miserable. How can I miss someone I don't even know that well? It's going to be worse this time since we aren't parting on the best of terms and I don't want him to actively avoid me.The mood between us has shifted and I don't think asking him for one of those cooking lessons is on the agenda night now. If I'm honest I'm not sure I can read his mood. Can someone be super pissed and sad at the same time?When we get back to our building I