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  Daphne Vs. Daddy

  Mona Cox

  Naughty Angel Publishing

  Contents

  Description

  Also by Mona Cox

  Dirty Lil’ Angels

  1. Daphne

  2. Dominic

  3. Daphne

  4. Dominic

  5. Daphne

  6. Dominic

  7. Daphne

  8. Dominic

  9. Dominic

  10. Daphne

  11. Daphne

  12. Dominic

  13. Daphne

  14. Dominic

  15. Daphne

  16. Daphne

  17. Daphne

  18. Dominic

  19. Daphne

  20. Dominic

  21. Dominic

  22. Daphne

  23. Daphne

  24. Dominic

  25. Daphne

  26. Dominic

  27. Daphne

  28. Daphne

  29. Daphne

  Also by Mona Cox

  30. Daphne

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  31. Carla

  32. Chase

  33. Carla

  34. Chase

  35. Carla

  36. Chase

  37. Carla

  38. Carla

  39. Carla

  40. Chase

  41. Carla

  42. Chase

  43. Carla

  44. Chase

  45. Carla

  46. Chase

  47. Carla

  48. Epi

  49. Daphne

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  50. Lisa

  51. Diesel

  52. Lisa

  53. Diesel

  54. Lisa

  55. Lisa

  56. Lisa

  57. Lisa

  58. Diesel

  59. Lisa

  60. Lisa

  61. Diesel

  62. Lisa

  63. Lisa

  64. Lisa

  65. Diesel

  66. Lisa

  67. Lisa

  68. Epilogue

  69. Daphne

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  70. Brittney

  71. Kaden

  72. Brittney

  73. Kaden

  74. Brittney

  75. Brittney

  76. Kaden

  77. Kaden

  78. Brittney

  79. Kaden

  80. Brittney

  81. Kaden

  82. Brittney

  83. Kaden

  84. Brittney

  85. Kaden

  86. Brittney

  87. Kaden

  88. Brittney

  89. Epi

  90. Daphne

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  91. Gisele

  92. Stone

  93. Gisele

  94. Stone

  95. Gisele

  96. Stone

  97. Gisele

  98. Gisele

  99. Stone

  100. Gisele

  101. Stone

  102. Gisele

  103. Stone

  104. Gisele

  105. Stone

  106. Gisele

  107. Stone

  108. Gisele

  109. Epi

  110. Daphne

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  111. Ashley

  112. Apollo

  113. Ashley

  114. Apollo

  115. Ashley

  116. Apollo

  117. Ashley

  118. Apollo

  119. Ashley

  120. Apollo

  121. Ashley

  122. Apollo

  123. Ashley

  124. Apollo

  125. Ashley

  126. Apollo

  127. Ashley

  128. Apollo

  129. Ashley

  130. Epilogue

  131. Daphne

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  132. Alicia

  133. Derek

  134. Alicia

  135. Alicia

  136. Derek

  137. Alicia

  138. Derek

  139. Alicia

  140. Derek

  141. Alicia

  142. Derek

  143. Alicia

  144. Derek

  145. Alicia

  146. Alicia

  147. Derek

  148. Alicia

  149. Epilogue As Told By Alicia

  150. Daphne

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  151. Christine

  152. Anders

  153. Christine

  154. Anders

  155. Christine

  156. Anders

  157. Christine

  158. Anders

  159. Cellular One Wireless

  160. Christine

  161. Christine

  162. Christine

  163. Christine

  164. Christine

  165. Anders

  166. Christine

  167. Anders

  168. Christine

  169. Anders

  170. Christine

  171. Epilogue

  172. Daphne

  173. Ashley

  174. Christine

  175. Daphne

  Dirty Lil’ Angels

  Daphne Vs. Daddy

  By Mona Cox

  Copyright 2017 by Naughty Angel Publishing

  All rights reserved

  This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons is entirely coincidental. This work is intended for adults only.

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  Hey Mom. I’m going on a date. With Dad.

  OMG! How am I even going to have a convo like that with my mom?

  I mean I don’t even think they have dating rules for your ex-stepdad and you.

  Like what do we even celebrate first?

  Our anniversary? Or Father’s Day?

  Don’t get me wrong. This guy is so totally worth it.

  Bad boy billionaire…with the 8 pack abs and Greek god body. And 12 inches of thick, swinging…ego.

  But if he thinks I’m just gonna roll over and be a good lil’ docile girlfriend, he’s got another thing coming.

  Because the only way I’m getting on my knees is if I’m getting ready to sit on his face.

  And if he gets mad at that?

  Then only two questions remain.

  How badly will he punish me?

  And how much am I gonna like it? ;)

  *** It's the cute single girl versus the Big Bad Daddy in this first novel from Mona Cox. Guaranteed to be sweet, sassy, and fun. No cheating or cliffhangers. Happy Ending? Always, babe ***

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  Brittney Vs. Banker

  Becca Vs. Biker

  Fiona Vs. Football Player

  Gisele Vs. Guitar Hero

  Stacy Vs. SEAL

  For Stacy

  Dirty Lil’ Angels

  Hi ladies!

  If you’re like me, once you finish, you’re not going to want the story to end!

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  Alexis

  1

 
Daphne

  With butterflies in my stomach, I waltz out of the bathroom of our hotel room at the Carlyle, smoothing down my black lace teddy over my stomach. Do I have a pooch? Maybe I’m getting fat. I should probably go on a diet tomorrow. I suck my stomach in a little further.

  I look over at the two men on the bed—one is my long-time boyfriend Roger, and the other guy is Carl, some random dude Roger brought to our hotel room to make my birthday wish come true—and I try to act as if this is normal. This is everyday shit for me, right?

  Right.

  I shoot them a confident smile, hiding my nerves under my exaggerated walk to the bed. My momma always told me to fake it ‘till I make it, and although I doubt she thought that I’d use her advice in my very first ménage, I still go with it anyway.

  Except, when I snuggle up in the bed between them and we get down to doing boom chica bow wow, it’s …

  Well, literally yawn-inducing. There’s Roger, sucking on my pinky toe and there’s Carl, going to town on my pussy, making all the right noises, and the only noise I can manage is a big ol’ yawn.

  Roger flips me over onto my stomach and smacks me on the ass. Hard.

  “Owwwwwwwww!” I holler just as he says, “You naughty girl, wanting two dicks at the same time.”

  Except, I can only barely hear him over my own yelling. Dammit, that hurt! I rub my ass, trying to smooth the sting out, and Carl, bereft of my pussy since Roger had flipped me over onto my stomach, decides to start kissing his way up my leg.

  Which just makes me laugh.

  “Ohhh, stop!” I say between gasps of laughter. “That tick—” which is when my leg spasms and whacks him in the face. He jolts upright, holding a hand gingerly to his nose, and I say, unrepentantly, “I told you to stop.”

  Okay, so that was a kind of bitchy comment to make, but shit, I could’ve told him the back of my legs were ticklish, if he’d just bothered to ask.

  He mumbles something around his hand, which I ignore. I instead roll over, out of the grasp of Roger, who is trying to nibble on my neck and just seems to be getting drool everywhere instead, and I grab my phone. What time is it? We’d booked Carl for a whole hour, but I’m not sure I can last that long.

  I click my phone on.

  Twelve minutes? We’ve only been here for twelve fucking minutes?

  Holy shit. I'm for sure not going to last an hour at this rate.

  I go to click my phone back off so we can give this another shot, when I notice the battery warning. Only 14% left. I really should go plug it in. My phone has one of those retarded batteries, where the last 20% lasts all of four minutes. I’d hate to end the evening with a dead battery. It would be bad enough to end it sexually frustrated; let’s not add insult to injury.

  “Hold on, let me go plug this in,” I tell the guys, and scoot off the end of the bed. I plug my phone into an outlet in the bathroom, straighten my hair, give myself a pep talk about how this is exactly what I’ve wanted for years now, and it’s going to be awesome and amazing and I just need to go out there and try it again, and then march out into the hotel room to find…

  Roger being fucked by Carl.

  Yup, Roger is being fucked in the ass by Carl.

  My boyfriend is being fucked by our one-evening hook-up off Craigslist. The guy who was supposed to help me pop my ménage cherry.

  “Uhhhhhh…”

  I stagger and lean up against the open bathroom door for support.

  “Uhhhhhh…”

  Carl is just pistoning away in Roger’s ass, grunting as he goes, and Carl shoots me a “Whoops!” smile.

  “I meant … to tell … you,” he says between Carl’s thrusts. “Oh yeah, baby, harder!”

  Which is when I realize he is most definitely not talking to me anymore.

  Well, there goes my 26th birthday present.

  I do an about-face and stumble back into the bathroom, slamming the door behind me.

  My boyfriend. My boyfriend of five years is … gay?

  My head drops to my chest, and suddenly, all I want to do is get the fuck out of here. I can still hear them going at it, grunting and talking nasty to each other. I throw my clothes on as fast as I can, hands trembling. I’m really regretting wearing stilettos to the hotel for this super-sexy ménage birthday present because they’re not exactly the most stable of shoes on the face of the planet, and oh my God, my legs are as weak as cooked spaghetti. As I slam the hotel room door closed behind me, I hear, “That’s right, I’m going to treat you like the bitch you—”

  The door is closed. I can’t hear them anymore.

  Oh, thank God.

  I head off in search of the hotel bar, because if any night is an excuse to get rip-roaring drunk, tonight is it.

  2

  Dominic

  In the dim lighting of the Bemelman’s Bar in the Carlyle Hotel, Heather looks up at me. She’s batting her eyelashes in what I’m sure she thinks is a sexy manner, although to me, it just looks like she got something stuck in her eye, and says, “So, what plans do we have for tonight?”

  I pause and take a swallow of my whiskey, trying to think of something sexy to respond with. Surely I can think of something fun to do in bed with a ditzy blonde with a bra size bigger than her IQ, right?

  “We could spend the night here,” she says in a suggestive sing-song voice.

  I stare down at her.

  Nope. I’ve got nothing.

  “I was thinking I should head home early tonight,” I say, trying to let her down easy. “I’ve got an early morning meeting with a new client tomorrow, and—”

  “No time for little ol’ me?” she asks, walking her fingers up my arm, smiling and biting her lower lip as she looks up at me. “But I have some new lingerie I wanted to show off to you.”

  “Some other time, maybe.” I pull her hand off of my arm and lay it down gently on the table.

  Which is when all hell breaks loose.

  “Some other time? Some other time?! Maybe? What the hell is your problem, Dominic?” Her nose is turning red, a sure sign she’s about to lose her shit on me.

  Okay, so it’s time to admit that I’ve tried to let her down easy, and it isn’t working. So, Plan B.

  “Listen, I haven’t been feeling this,” I gesture between us, “for a while. I always told you that I wasn’t going to be serious with you. It’s fun to fuck and let off steam, but you can’t think it was ever going to be more than—”

  “I gave up my ass for you!” Heather yells at the top of her lungs, throwing her drink in my face as she screams. “I took it up the asshole for you, you asshole!”

  The entire bar is staring at us now. Even the musicians have stopped playing their atrocious elevator music and are just staring.

  Nice.

  “I told you this was nothing but some fun fucking,” I say under my breath with a smile plastered to my face. I swear, I can feel a thousand eyeballs boring into me right now. I normally have no problems speaking in front of groups; I’ve given too many presentations to clients to have stage fright, but it’s a little different when I have gin dripping out of my hair and down my collar. Oh, and I’ve got someone screaming asshole at the top of her lungs at me. “You got so damn clingy, Heather. It’s bullshit and you know it. You’ve always known the rules between us.”

  Heather slings her knock-off Gucci purse over her shoulder and sniffs, “You’ll never have someone as good as me. You don’t deserve me.” And with that painfully cliché parting shot, she storms out of the bar, knocking people out of the way as she goes.

  Classy to the bitter end.

  I stand up as the band starts to play again and the murmurs of conversations resume, now that the show is over. I work my way over to the front bar and ask the bartender, “Towel, please.” I’ve got gin and tonic all over me. God, I smell like a fucking distillery. Anyone who gets within ten feet of me tonight is going to think I spend my nights underneath an overpass, drinking away my sorrows via a metal flask. I’m going to have
to head home and take a shower to get this off me.

  “Dominic?” I hear behind me.

  Patting at my face and hair with the towel, I turn and …

  “Daphne?”

  Oh my God, it’s my stepdaughter.

  And wow, is she looking fine tonight.

  3

  Daphne

  I walk into the Bemelmans Bar, the sounds of gay naughty talk ringing in my ears as I go. Not that there’s anything wrong with gay sex; I just don’t want to witness it up front and personal, especially not with my boyfriend—ex-boyfriend—as one of the stars.

  I order a cosmo from the bar and then wind my way to an open table. I’m pretty sure that Heartbreak 101 means getting shit-faced after finding out that your boyfriend of five years is gay. It’s in the manual, I’m sure of it. Chapter 3, subheading C.

  I smile to myself, amused. What could Chapter 3, subheading A - B be?

  A) Spend lots of money on new shoes that don’t go with a single item in my closet, which means …

  B) Buy all new clothes for my closet.

  These are damn good subheadings if I do say so myself. I take another swallow of my cosmo and try to decide what to do. I don’t have to be back to the ER until tomorrow at noon, so if I stay out a little late tonight, it’ll be fine. That was the whole reason why we planned my special birthday gift for tonight.

  I take another sip of my cosmo and sigh. Maybe I should go home instead and just call it an early night.

  God, I sound so old. Maybe my age is catching up with me. Long hours in the emergency room, operating on trauma cases, doesn’t exactly help.

  Something catches my eye and I look up, trying to figure out what I should do. Maybe—

  Hold on, is that Dominic?

  I stare, open-mouthed, up at the bar, as he asks the bartender for something, and then gets handed a towel. He starts patting his head and shoulders down, and even in the dim lighting, I can see he’s wet. What the hell?