All Chapters of Falling For My Billionaire Revenge Daddy: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

PROLOGUE Roxy’s POV “Does this make you uncomfortable, baby?" His voice is like smoke in my ear heating up my whole body. "No... Daddy, never with you." I say in a hush whisper and I feel his body tense against mine. “I like how you call me Daddy… and still make me feel like a boy around you. Restless. Impatient. Like I don’t know what to do with myself.” “I like how you call me baby,” I whisper, “and still make me feel like a woman. Desired. Dangerous.” “But I’m too old for you, baby…” Yet he’s already pulling me closer, mouth brushing the corner of mine, the tip of his nose trailing down my jaw before he buries it in my hair like he needs the scent to survive. My body trembles, a slow, tantalizing shiver rushing down my spine. I bite my lip, breathless. “You’re not too old. You’re just right. Right for me. Right now.” His hand moves, slow and possessive—fingertips gliding over my blouse until his thumb finds the sensitive peak of my nipple. He presses just enough for me to

Roxy’s POV Panic. A state of uncontrolled fear, written all over Catherine Bennett’s face. It was familiar but still exhausting. “Explain it to me Roxy, why you would ditch your Stanford scholarship after a year and settle for Gould, I do not get it.” Catherine Bennett, my helicopter mother, screams at the top of her voice. I was actually scared she would snap a vein. Someone needs to avenge Lucas and it’s up to me. I didn’t say that out loud though. I said this instead. “Gould is not bad mom.” I cross one leg over the other and cross both arms over my chest, ready for her 360. “But it is not Stanford and you had a scholarship, how do you intend to pay for school, huh?” “I have some money saved up,” Over 5000 bucks from tutoring rich kids at Standford. Bunch of kids who had a lot of money and nothing subsubstantial to do with it. It’s not much but it’s a start. “And I plan on working….. and there are loans.” I say simply. “You hate working Roxy… you detest it. The only t

Roxy's POVThe campus buzzed with the energy of a new semester, students milling about with excitement and anticipation. I navigated through the crowd with a singular focus, my destination clear in my mind. Room 305. Constitutional Law. Professor Mclain.I had been preparing for this moment for months. Transferring to Gould was a milestone but it was necessary.If I didn’t avenge Lucas, no one else will. And he would have died for nothing. While his killer gets away with it. Lucas’s parents had taken his death in good faith but not I, Roxette Bennett. His killer would pay, in many ways than one.I slipped into the classroom early, choosing a seat in the second row, directly in front of the lectern. I wanted to be close enough to catch every word, every expression. Despite the chatter as the room started to clutter, my gaze remained fixed on the door as if I would miss the moment she walked in if I as much as shook.And then she walked in. When I saw her, my world stopped for about 2 s

Roxy's POV Deception—garnishing a lie to make it look like the truth to achieve a desired outcome. It’s not a proud thing to do but sometimes it’s a necessary thing. Like right now, standing in front of Professor McLain’s office. I stood at the door, with my deceptive hat on, my hand primed to knock. I took a deep breath, trying to steady the fluttering nerves in my stomach. Deception is also not an easy thing to do but I was never an easy girl. “Come in.” I heard and I swung the door open. Professor McLain’s warm smile greeted me. “Ms. Benette.” “I’m sorry Professor McLain, I hope I am not disturbing?” “Oh no,” She waved me off, her eyes lighting up with genuine enthusiasm. “Come on in.” I stepped inside, and she gestured for me to take a seat. The office was neatly organized, filled with stacks of papers and books that gave off an aura of academic authority. I sat down, offering my most interested expression. “I looked at the materials you sent," I began, pulling out a note

Roxy’s POV Determination. The ability to see one focus and one focus alone, sacrificing all other distractions for that one goal. I felt it seeping through my bones, coursing through my veins as I pushed open the heavy glass doors of the law firm and stepped into the sleek, marble-floored lobby, reflecting my anxious steps. My eyes skyrocketed to the grand chandelier overhead that glinted in the soft light, casting an opulent glow over everything, and right there, on the wall—MCLAIN AND ASSOCIATES; The name glistened boldly on the grey wall and a quick drum started in my chest. I glanced around my heart pounding with both excitement and nerves. I took a deep breath, mentally preparing myself for the journey ahead. Secure the job with Aaron West, at all cost. Flirt. Beg. Cry. If you must but secure the freaking job Roxy. My gaze flicked left and I swayed elegantly with an inward grace to the receptionist’s desk, a poised woman with neatly styled hair and a professional outlook.