Off Limits Daddy
o the mansi
ing the world blur past her window, Tri
ingers had been glued to his phone, typing away
o the estate, and Zaya'
r apartment building
h perfectly trimmed hedges, glowing garden l
rose like something straight o
she read the golden sign near th
when the car stopped. Killian stepped
uzzed again. He glanced at the screen-his expression chang
e, staring at Zaya like she was a U
could bl
ot one. The only visitors ever were his mother and
wasn't the w
rely the
st with a black card. So seeing Zaya-standing there, looking lost in r
't explain.
ld nod before taking the call and walki
room," one of the mai
Tristan had
d in with a cheeky grin. "Take her to Daddy'
aid b
ha
tan added, eyes wide and hopeful. "He a
ared glances. Conf
said no to T
wanted to lo
hat was like hitting the jackpot. Y
y and whispered to Z
y, whispering something about snacks and bath tim
am," the maid
e of art and shiny surface. She felt like she was wal
ed a door and
can settle in he
ped in-an
y.
aw dr
bably cost more than her old apartment. Warm, low lighting. A sleek walk-in closet. And
ed herse
, bouncing a little and wrapping herself
posed to be
hell does a guest room look like
n napkins during lunch breaks, dreaming of ceiling lights like these,
ly what he use
the comforter, swallowin
eighted with the whole day's madness. Her eyes caught the clo
rfect row of crisp white shirts. All lined up li
ause he hated ironing, but he'd collect white shirts
ized and smelling expensive-like cedarwood
toned it halfway. Then she crawled onto the bed a
ly. P
l-cl
ked open. Her
e don't be who
re move-she h
ard fo
otsteps, and then
ice muttered-deep,
e beats. I'm so dead. I'
ket just in time to see Killian shrug
omach
culpted out of marble and billionaire stress.
arbone-dark, clean lines, hints of
urying herself deeper under the blanket
m. I'm going to wake up in my shoebox apart
h right-Tristan. That little devil ha
. I'm gonna hug hi
rified-or weirdly... intrigued. Either way, she wa