DEAR DADDIES!

HELLO CUPCAKE.

Chapter 3.

Alex stared at Kira. His lips slightly parted in amusement.

He didn’t need anyone to tell him that she was Kira, but he needed an explanation on how she had suddenly grown this fine.

She had always been fine… one of the prettiest young girls he had seen back then, but now? Now she looked far different from the little girl he used to know. Now she looked like… a diva in a size 4 body… a pear shape that Damian’s coat could not hide from his almond eyes, long sexy legs that would look perfectly hot if thrown above his shoulders, and a face so fine he could c*m from watching her squirm in pleasure while she trembled beneath him.

Yep. That was wild, but somewhere in the darkest part of his heart, he had envisioned the nastiest things he shouldn’t have when Damian said he was bringing her home. A few years back. Maybe two or three. He had stumbled upon her i********: page. Weird, but he created an i********: page for the first time in his life but it was to stalk his best friend not so naive sister.

His gaze lingered on hers for a moment longer, and right now it felt like they were the only ones in the room.

His eyes wandered slowly, taking in the sight of her like he wasn’t even staring before.

Crimson hair, Bambi doe eyes, hazel eyes, upturned nose, soft lashes, and… his eyes trailed gently to her lips, the very heart-shaped features that looked like they would do f*****g well wrapped around his…

His c**k twitched, and the gentle movement within his trousers was all it took for him to blink back from his thoughts, because he wasn’t about to get hard for his best friend’s sister. The very one they should be protecting.

While Alex was done staring, Kira wasn’t an inch done. Since the moment she stepped into the room, her legs had been shaking, and it wasn’t because of the injury… it was because she was staring at the one brother between the RAD brothers whose soft gaze always left her skin tingling.

Was Alex now a doctor? She could barely believe her eyes, ears, nose, or the thing happening between her p***y.

Yes, she was dripping. She could feel something strange… like a wetness between her thighs, and it was not from the rain… it was from the sight of this beautiful man that stood at a towering 6’5 inches, with one hand buried into his coat pocket while his silver glasses perched on the bridge of his straight nose, amplifying the beauty.

He had always talked about being a doctor, and the last time she saw him was after their graduation. Now he was not just a doctor… he was obviously a successful one.

“Princess…” Alex called in his usual calm voice, clearing his throat and the air which was already thick with tension.

Kira jolted slightly, rolling her eyes almost immediately.

First, it was Damian. Now Alex. “Stop calling me that,” she said with her nose slightly scrunched while walking over to take a seat. “It makes me feel like a baby.”

Alex said nothing this time. He just let out a soft smile, then turned to his patient.

“This is all you need to do…” Once he was done with the prescription, the lady bowed and left.

Damian leaned against the door, with his calloused hands crossed against his shoulders. He had seen it all… the way his brother stared at Kira… the way the room went silent. That gaze was the same as his… it was one that said a lot, like: ‘I want to bend you over this desk and brand my mark all over your body.’

The RAD brothers have always been popular for one thing… and it has to be f*****g a p***y and sharing a hole, but Kira was off-limits for them. She was their best friend’s not-so-naive sister, and they had promised to stay away.

But how are they to do that? When she was back here after 6 years with boobs that would fit into their palms, legs that would look well trembling against their shoulders, and a mouth that would do greater sucking, raw, on their 9-inch hard veiny length?

“You should sit here,” Alex said calmly, gesturing for her to sit where he could examine her.

Kira nodded and did as he had instructed.

When he got before her, he dropped to one of his knees, then reached for her ankle before lifting her leg and dropping it on his other leg.

Kira sucked in a breath as she instantly felt her body tingle from the feeling of his palm against her skin.

Damian watched from the door, noticing the gentle movement of his brother’s hand against her skin. But that was not the problem. The problem was the slight tremble that Kira gave… the way her cheeks flushed and the way she twitched softly.

He was losing his mind. Just standing there and watching his brother trail his hand on her skin was giving him the wrong impression, and he knew… he knew that he had to be out of here, or the next thing that would be happening was Kira on her knees, taking two c***s into her hands like a slut.

“I have something to attend to. Drive her home when you are done.”

He didn’t wait for Alex to give a word. He just turned around and walked away.

Kira’s brows knitted, and she stared at the already closed door.

“Which home?” she yelled after him, but her voice only bounced back like an echo.

Alex smiled softly… the act was low and invisible. “Your brother has some things to do, Kira. He asked us to take you home for safety purposes.”

“Oh…” she mouthed inaudibly, wondering where her brother was and why she had to stay with these men.

But regardless, she sat still, letting him work on her legs. No… on her p***y. Since the moment he touched her legs, the only thing that had been reacting was her p***y. Every touch he made on her skin had her p***y chiming, birthing juice upon juice.

Right. She had never found them attractive… until two years back when she stumbled on their picture in her brother’s locker. Only then did she start to think of them in ways she should never.

Alex was done now. He disposed of the used items, then sanitized his hands, but low-key? He didn’t want to. He still wanted to keep feeling the softness of her skin against the pads of his fingers.

Four hours passed, and it was finally time to go home.

Kira had fallen asleep after speaking to her brother, who assured her to stay with them.

While she was sleeping, Alex watched her through the corners of his eyes. He had proceeded to cover her thighs, but that wasn’t just because he cared she might catch a cold.

It was to quench the raw hunger that was now sitting deep in his chest.

Alex got into the car right after closing the door for Kira.

Now he was no longer in a crisp white coat. He was in black trousers and a striped shirt with rolled-up sleeves that revealed the sight of his veiny arms.

Kira thought his hand on her skin was torture, but the real torture? It was being in a car with a man so hot… it was staring at the veins that ran down his forearms… it was watching his adroit fingers curl around the wheel in ways you would want them to f*****g curl around your G-spot.

Kira clamped her legs together to quench the burning hunger. But guess what? He saw it! He saw the f*****g movement through the corner of his eye, and the dark part of him just wanted to slip his palm between her thighs and open her legs gently enough for him to feel the heat of her already soaked self.

The ride home was in silence. And this silence? It was raw and torturous.

Finally, the car rolled into a villa, and Alex pulled into the garage, parking in the underground park.

Kira stepped out immediately like she was being chased. The car was actually suffocating.

The all-black glass house stretched above her, shimmering with golden light.

When they got in, Kira barely had time to admire the beautiful interior before Alex led her to a neatly prepared room.

“This is your room for now.”

For now? she thought with an eye roll before stepping inside. Not like she was going to stay in this house longer than an hour.

“I like it,” she lied, and Alex nodded, shutting the door behind him.

Kira stared around. The room was beautiful. It was just as big as her bedroom, with an all-glass window that gave a rare view of the beautiful city below. Too bad she won’t be here for long, because there was no way she was willing to stay with these crazy sins in suits.

Kira sat on the bed now, placing another call to her best friend, and for the third time this day, the call ended again.

Kira sighed, slumping onto the bed and staring at the ceiling. Mira’s house was the only option she had left until her brother returned. After everything that happened today, she needed a place to stay, and it was certainly not with these men whose presence felt like an invitation to the sins she didn’t want to commit.

Kira had showered now, and a lady who appeared to be their housekeeper had delivered her nightwear.

She slipped into the spaghetti-strap night piece that hugged her upper body, curved in at the waist, and flowed down her hips.

She exhaled a sigh, staring at her phone, which suddenly looked useless. No one to call… no one to talk to… and no one to share her thoughts with.

Unwilling to stay, Kira walked out of her room, tiptoeing around. She had spent just an hour in this house, and every nerve in her body was racing. She could still feel Damian’s brush against her ass, and she could still feel Alex’s touch against her skin.

What if? What if she sleepwalked into their room and asked them to kiss her? What if she did something weird?

She had to run… to find another way to escape from them.

She walked down the long massive stairs, each step turning one inch more exhausting than the last.

Soon, she burst out into a corridor that felt like an exit away.

“Thank goodness,” she exhaled, quietly peeping around.

Leaving now was impossible because this nightwear did nothing to conceal her nakedness, but now that she knew the road, she could leave when they were all asleep in an hour.

But what if they caught her? What if something happened and they did not let her leave?

Kira tapped on her phone. What if she called Jimmy? Her gay friend who would definitely not hesitate to bring her an outfit? What if…? Lots of thoughts ran wild in her head, and this time, Kira finally concluded that it was better she leave before they caught her here being indecisive.

Without peeping, she stood on her toes and made to walk, but before she could even try, a dark, cocky voice broke through the air, and her body froze completely.

“Hello, Cupcake. You are not actually allowed to leave.”

Kira clamped her fist around the hem of her nightwear, refusing to stamp her feet on the floor in frustration.

Right now, she didn’t need to ask who the hell it was! It was none other than Ryker! The annoying triplet who caused half the heartbreak in his entire high school and college days.

‘Not like he can do anything to me,’ Kira muttered to herself, rolling her eyes and turning to face him but the moment she did, all the air in the room vanished, and her body stilled in place.

Ryker had never been like the others. Even with their very identical appearance, it was easy to identify him.

Now he was perched against a door, with his arms crossed over his chest, but that wasn’t what amused her.

It was the hot sight of him standing in nothing but grey jogger pants and a black polo top that hugged his calloused arms, yet revealed his full-sleeve tattoo that left her glued to the spot.