Alexander’s POV
She was a f*****g problem I never saw coming.
But now?
She’s all I see. All I f*****g feel.
I try to work. Try to read the same damn email for the fourth time, but all I see is her face. Her lips parted, eyes glassy, the way she looked up at me when she was on her knees like I hung the damn moon.
“Daddy…”
Yeah, that word hasn't left my head since it slipped out of her mouth.
I shouldn’t have touched her. I swore I wouldn’t. Not even a look. Not even a thought. She was just the girl I raised, my late wife’s daughter. The brat who used to run through this house like it was her personal playground.
Now she walks in with those f**k-me heels and a mouth like sin, and my self-control doesn’t stand a chance.
I marked her. Bruises on her thighs. My fingerprints on her hips
