All Chapters of All For You, Daddy: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Without a word, I hold out my hand and Gareth takes it, winding our fingers together and lifting me out of the truck with the opposite forearm, holding me close for several seconds, kissing my forehead and swaying, before finally leading me toward the house.A loud cheer goes up and I stumble backward, caught off guard. Thankfully, Gareth must have anticipated my surprise, because he moves just in time, my back landing against his chest."There she is," shouts the coach, holding up a bottle of beer. "The MVP of today's game. They didn't know what hit them in the second half." More cheers and whistles. "If being an heiress doesn't pan out, you've always got a job as an assistant coach." Everyone laughs at this, including Gareth, amusement rumbling in his chest. "To Renee," the couch barks, holding his beer higher—and while I watch in astonishment, everyone does the same, repeating the toast.My eyes flood with tears and I turn, burying my face in Gareth's powerful chest, his arms enfol

Finally, the tension deserts him completely and he holds me close, allowing me to settle my feet on the floor while he kisses my face, my mouth, the crown of my head. "Renee..."He swallows hard, looking stricken.And I brace for bad news. It's coming. I can feel it."You don't want to stay?" I whisper.His blue eyes shoot to mine, incredulous. "How can you ask me that?" Looking concerned beyond belief, he cradles my face in his hands. "Life isn't going to be worth living unless it's with you, Renee. I can't breathe just thinking about waking up tomorrow without you. Or no plans to see you. I'd rather go to hell and sit beside the devil.""Then what's wrong?"His hands drop away from my face. "What's wrong is...I lied to you. From the beginning." He takes a few steps away, fixes his jeans and rakes agitated fingers through his hair. "And you deserve far better than a liar."My mind races trying to find the lie. Or anything suspicious. Have I been so dazzled by Gareth and how he makes

Clarissa Jones always knew she had enemies around. But what she didn't know was how far they would go out of their way to ensure she went through hell. When she's kidnapped, and smuggled out of the country, she has only the hot, tattooed hunk of a mercenary to be kind enough to offer an explanation on why she was held captive.Preston Williams was hired to do one job. Just one. Capture Clarissa Jones and keep her alive till they arrive at their final destination. It doesn't help that they both have one bed to share, and Clarissa's sharp mouth drives him to his wits end. How long will it last before he takes things into his hands and give her a good spanking?Not for long, I promise.--------------1: Rissa."Rissa, stand up straighter and suck in."I do as my mother asks as she pulls on the zipper of my dress up. She tugs hard, and I hear her strain, but it doesn't budge. She lets out an irritated huff and then narrows her eyes."Did you drink water all day yesterday?""Yes." I always

Train is still the best way to get around without too many prying eyes or people asking questions. It's also the easiest way to travel without giving too much information. Information that can easily be faked with the right credentials.Most of my work is done overseas, but a call two months ago brought me back to the States. I had to travel by boat because chartering a private plane raises suspicions, and I always stay under the radar. In my line of work I have to be discreet; otherwise I'm not very good at my job.Bronson Dian is a German baron who sells the materials used in making space satellites. He's also tied to the Russian mob, which is how I came to meet him. Fifteen years ago Bronson's young daughter was kidnapped from her bed in the middle of the night and was never seen or heard from again. She was presumed dead because anyone taking her would have used her as leverage for a ransom.Bronson and his wife Freida reached out to some of my contacts as a last resort to find he

What the hell is happening? This has to be a bad dream or I'm hallucinating.The giant man pushes me down to the floor of the boat as the sound of gunfire starts to fill the air. I scream when I hear some of the shots hitting the boat, and glass shatters around me. I know it's my father's stupid guards, so why the hell are they shooting in my direction? For all they know they could have shot me.I stay down for now because I don't really have much of a choice. I'm stuck for the moment because if I get up, I'm afraid I'll become a target. I stare up at my captor and watch as he keeps one hand on the wheel and turns around to fire off a couple of shots. I close my eyes, praying to wake up from this nightmare.The boat bounces hard on the choppy water, and my stomach drops every time. It feels like we're going airborne on each bounce, and I come down hard on the floor. Water sprays all around us, but at least I don't hear any more gunfire.Slowly I try to sit up, but the man glares at me