All Chapters of The Ex's Daddy : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

HarperHis breath stinks of hard liquor it repulses me. I feel like I am going to gag. His voice is low and laced with danger and threat. How on earth did my mother even get involved with men like this? It saddens my heart and entire being to realize exactly how low she got. Fuck, I hope she makes it through rehab.“Don’t talk to me like that you piece of scum,” I hiss at him not backing down. What’s he going to do? Slit my throat? Hardly, he won’t get a dime that way.“I want my money, Princess otherwise I’m going to have to take you.” He sneers; his teeth are yellow I can make them out with the light that is on our porch wall. With all of my being I hope that Taylor is in bed, she doesn’t need to witness this.“I don’t have any money, I’m broke. My mom is broke and besides she isn’t around.”He leans in closer and threads a lock of my hair around his finger, the one and only strand that has somehow managed to break away. He curls it making my stomach heave. Fear is not something I a

HarperIt’s been two days since the incident outside our house and staying with Levy is like living in a dream. The man cooks, I mean he actually cooks using all fresh ingredients and prepares everything from scratch.He made us a delicious smoked salmon yesterday evening with fresh long green beans and mash. For breakfast today he flipped pancakes for Taylor and I. She sat there grinning like a girl who’d been given a year’s supply of candy floss. Sure, I make them sometimes but not very often. Between taking care of the house, my work shifts, college and college work I don’t have time in the mornings. In fact, I always feel like my back is up against the wall.This is luxurious, his house is much bigger than ours and everything about it is spacious. It only hits me now since I’ve been staying here for two nights. Funny how I never realized it all the times I came to play and then later years study with Dylan or stayed over. The kitchen patio doors are slightly open allowing in the c

HarperIt’s been two weeks since the attack and I am going to see a therapist on Monday evening after college. I have managed to change one of my shifts over to the Tuesday. Am I nervous? Yes, because I have hardly spoken about it not even to Levy. Who I hasten to add is treating me like I am porcelain.The man is swoony no two ways about it. He’s bought me home hand-picked flowers from the meadow not too far away from where we live. It made me smile when he presented them to me with a piece of green string tied around them at the base. The way he planted a gentle kiss to my cheek sent butterflies swarming in my stomach.Even though I am still insanely attracted to him and want him, I can’t go to the next step. Something has shut down inside of me and I desperately want to get it back. Levy is being as patient as a saint. We kiss and cuddle and of course I get turned on, let’s face it, Levy would turn a nun on. He’s handsome and sexy, he’s hot with a capital H. Still, I run into a men

Harper“How are you feeling, Sis?” Taylor asks as we sit in the ice-cream shop in town. It’s one of those retro, 1950’s places that doesn’t seem like it has made it into this era, but we love it. There are pictures of Steve McQueen, Elvis and Marilyn on the walls. The seating is peppermint bench seats with pale pink tables. Kitsch but it works, this is one of the busiest places all year round in our small town.“I’m doing okay, exhausted but you know,” I shrug as I dig into my peppermint and mint-choc-chip ice-cream. Taylor has mango as she plays with it making it softer and swirling it. Her hair is tied off her face in a messy bun and her eyes are not looking as sunken as they used to. A saving grace.I think us moving in with Levy for those two weeks did her some good, she has proper structure, he was at home for her in the evenings whilst I worked my shifts and Dylan was mostly around and Lacey too sometimes. Levy cooked meals every night that were wholesome and rich in nutrients.

LevyFuck me, I am in some other universe as Harper bends between my knees and takes my shaft firmly in her hand and begins to stroke it up and down. She is applying the right amount of pressure, exactly how I’d do it myself. The woman is amazing. My balls are already tingling and aching to release but she’s only just started and I want to lay back and enjoy this. It’s been a while since we have been this intimate and I know that it’s a massive step forward for Harper after the guy… let’s not think about that right now. This moment is special and I want to enjoy her enjoying me.“You’re so big, Levy, I love it,” she murmurs as she delicately places kisses to the head of my cock then trails her tongue up and down the underneath of my shaft sending waves of heat from my abdomen up to my chest. It’s been a while since I’ve felt like this and taking her in my garage has nothing on how she’s making me feel right now. Special, loved, wanted. When I thought all of that was over for me after