Page 27 of Filthy Business (Obsessive Age Gap #1)

Iris

Daddy passed me my almond milk, flaxseed, mixed berries, and oatmeal. My ring flashed on my finger, dragging me out of my melancholy state.

“I miss being kidnapped, Daddy,”

I said, rubbing my foot along his calf as he sat down with his own oatmeal.

“Tell me about it,”

he sighed.

“I can’t wait for our honeymoon.”

“At least we have our lunchtime today.”

“About that. I need you to come to our usual spot and time. We’ve got a meeting.”

He took my spoon and scooped into the bowl before I could question it.

“Don’t worry, it’s not about work.”

I arched a brow.

“A meeting?”

He smirked like the devil himself.

“Let’s call it… a long-overdue reckoning.”

I racked my brain while I chewed.

“Does this have something to do with the divorce?”

I asked. I knew the whorehound still hadn’t signed the damn papers.

“Something like that,”

he muttered, holding another spoonful of berry goodness to my lips.

It sounded ominous. But Daddy wasn’t all looks. If he decided on something, nothing stood in his way.

My sore arse could account for that.

***

I heard voices coming from the conference room. It felt strange entering our office sex room with other people inside, but I was sure Daddy had his reasons. His constant declarations of love while we were away had chipped away at some of my pent-up wrath. Not enough to forgive—but enough to let my guard down a little.

When I pushed the door open, I froze.

Daddy was right beside me, already pulling me into the room.

“I’m with you, baby. You’ve got nothing to worry about,”

he whispered.

I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t breathe.

Daddy dragged me to the chair at the head of the table and sat down, pulling me into his lap. His lawyer, Warren, covered his mouth to hide a grin.

Whorehound went off on one.

And him.

Luke sat there looking confused.

He looked awful—gaunt and scruffy.

“Who is she?”

Whorehound shrieked.

Luke stared at me, but his eyes were blank.

I closed mine.

Daddy knew.

But these two fuckwits didn’t even recognise me.

Why would they?

“This is my fiancée, Iris Dalton,”

Daddy said, voice cold and sharp as steel.

“You might remember her name.”

The sarcasm in his voice was lethal.

I gripped his forearm like it was a lifeline.

He kept his hand steady on my thigh.

“Dalton?”

Whorehound echoed, glancing at Luke.

Luke’s eyes snapped up, and he stared at me as if he’d seen a ghost.

“Warren, give them the papers,”

Daddy said.

“P-Papers?”

“I am rescinding my generous divorce settlement and initiating the clause for infidelity, as well as enforcing the original prenuptial agreement. As for Luke, I’m afraid criminal activity disqualifies him from receiving any of the trust fund my family set up for him.”

I watched in shock as Warren passed them the documentation.

“Drugging and raping a child is deemed a criminal act. An egregious one at that. I’m in the process of locating the witness and raising a complaint at the police commission.”

I gasped and stared at him, but he was too busy boring holes into his almost ex-wife and son.

“But Dad, what will I do?”

Luke whined.

“You can’t do this!”

Whorehound exclaimed.

“Warren,”

Daddy said.

“It’s all legal. As you can see from your documentation, we have ample evidence and witness statements regarding your numerous affairs,”

Warren replied.

“You each have a generous sixty days to vacate my properties,”

Daddy said, as if discussing the weather.

“She is a liar, Magnus. How can you believe that slut over your family?”

“You now have thirty days, Leona,”

Daddy said in a bored tone.

He took my hand and rubbed his thumb over my finger.

“I’d like to get married before we have the baby,”

he said, glancing at me with a smirk.

“Baby?! You got her pregnant? She did this—”

“You have ten days to leave my house, Leona,”

Daddy said.

“No! You can’t do this to me,”

she gasped.

I raised my head high.

“You did it to me and my family. You all lived without any consequences for your actions. While my father died, you had a husband and a father. While my family suffered, you both prospered. As far as I’m concerned, Daddy is all mine,”

I said, proud that my voice didn’t crack, that I didn’t stammer.

“Daddy? What sort of sick shit is this?”

Leona sneered, blinking fast in a failed attempt to bring on the waterworks.

Luke sat straighter in his chair, and I saw the slow burn of hatred in his eyes as they moved from his father to me.

I was glad he had something left in those dead, vacant eyes.

As for the whorehound, she was rummaging through the papers in despair. To lose her luxury lifestyle and home in one fell swoop left her in a blind panic. When the real sobs began, I leaned into Daddy, savouring the sound.

They would never fucking forget my name for as long as they lived.

Iris fucking Dalton.

“Warren, can you see them out? I have a hot lunch date with my fiancée,”

Daddy said, staring at me with his eyes full of dark promise.

I’d never loved him more than I did in that moment.

My filthy Daddy.