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Prologue

Raphael

Getting over Dove Canterbury is i-possible

I coo on a date with to the raven-haired vixen who stole my heart, and none of the, as deeply eirls they're shells E for them I refuse to fall for their charinal it is But Dove, Dove wasn't like that She was fully herself, unabashed yet ashaain, and deep down, I know it

Tonight, I'o with an iars, the barely legal girls, the bridesuys We all co – to find a hole to fuck

And there's a lot of beauty on display tonight Pretty, sexy, voluptuous, thin, tall, petite, and all soof theo hoht

But I won’t because none of them are Dove Canterbury

Because I never gotportion of my life I never married Never raised a fa to make millions and fuck hundreds Whether it orth it or not, I still don't know

Except there's no denying the truth That s I shouldn't crave

I don't want a child to call me Daddy

No, in my mind, the word falls from the plump lips of a beautiful woman, one who entrusts me with her body, mind and soul I'm her daddy, because she knows I'll take care of her pretty littleI never told Dove, ironically – the woman of my dreams doesn't even know about my sickest, most prevalent fantasy But I already know it's not for her She would've hated the thought And yet I still want her

With a groan, I toss back the re to the bartender to get h that taking a friend with me only meant a distraction I'm not here to make friends I'm here for pussy

My eyes scan the crowd again A group of exactly my type of women sits in a private booth a little way off At least three of the there, not yet I need a couple et over the anger I feel at myself for my dirty little kink

I can’t stop thinking about her She's always onDove She ruined my life

"Hello, handsome"

A slim arm snakes around my shoulders and a woman slips on the bar stool next to , and her lips have a cruel s every inch of her body clad in a tight white dress, with her tits pushed up and teht locks and her makeup done to perfection I can smell her daddy issues from a mile away After all, she cahter

"Hello, to what do I owe this pleasure?" I raise my brows as the bartender slidesover there with your friends?"

"Couldn't take my eyes off you, to be honest" Confidently, she calls over the waiter and orders soame – she's the one who made the first ain, long nails clinking against the glass I iine her eyes rolling back as she co at me, too"

I wasn't looking at her, I was looking at all of theht, as long as she's willing to be fucked So, I stay silent,her as she pretends her confidence isn't failing I fucking love playing the else That moment her face falls, her sweet brokenness, thefor Daddy's approval