Your Daddy Does It Better – Park Avenue Elites Read Online Mila Crawford

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Forbidden, Novella, Taboo Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
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The reason Paul chose this life was because he genuinely enjoys causing pain. It gives him a god-like euphoria. I hurt others out of necessity. Paul does it for gratification.

At one point, when I witnessed how far he’d go, I tried to help him, but he ran off to his no-good mother, and she stood in between me getting him help. Who’d believe my word over hers? She was a reputable therapist, a pillar of the community, and I was nothing but a gangbanger with a criminal record.

Paul was Julie’s golden boy, her perfect blessing. She pretended he was perfect even though he was far from it.

I glance at Isla’s face. She’s staring at the floor, a perfectly submissive woman, quiet, obedient, and pretty. Just like my mother with my old man. My gut twists as her face morphs into my mother’s. The sadness in her eyes is a door that traps me in the nightmares of my past. ‘You’re meant to make me look good, Mary. I better not hear a peep out of you. No one wants to hear what bitches have to say.’

Isla’s gaze is downcast, focusing on the marble tiles outside my penthouse door. She doesn’t make eye contact with me, always meek and quiet, letting Paul dominate every moment of the conversation.

“Come in.”

Paul pushes past me with no regard for pleasantries, not even a simple hello.

Isla, however, brushes her long hair behind her ears and smiles shyly. “Hello.”

“Hope you brought your appetite. Greta thinks three people means feeding an army.”

Greta is my housekeeper. A sweet sixty-year-old woman who’s been with me since Paul was in his late teens. I employed her when I thought Paul might come to live with me, but my son didn’t like rules and never saw me as anything more than a connection to the underworld.

But I like having Greta around because she makes my apartment into a home, something I never had. She does all the things for me that I did for my mother. She cooks, cleans, and occasionally gives me motherly advice, something I never got as a kid. My mother was a good woman, but all those years with my father broke her to where she couldn’t take care of herself, let alone me.

“I need to talk to Greta about coming to work for me. She’s a great cook. She might teach Isla a thing or two in the kitchen.” Paul pulls Isla to him, his fingers digging into her flesh, almost like a warning.

My fingers itch to show him exactly how powerless he is. A few blows would ensure he understood where he fits in the food chain. I grind my teeth, trying not to knock my son flat on his ass. “I’m sure Isla is a wonderful cook.”

“Bitch even burns water,” Paul remarks snidely. He grips her jaw and brings her face to his. “Isn’t that right, sweetheart? You’re useless in the kitchen, aren’t you? It makes me wonder why I bother to keep a woman who hasn’t got a clue about how to satisfy her man.”

She winces, and my eyes travel to his firm grip on her biceps. Paul’s fingers dig aggressively into her biceps, and Isla looks like she’s in pain.

“You okay, Isla?”

Paul smirks at me. “Of course she’s okay, Pop. Isla is a good woman. She knows her place.”

Knows her place? What kind of diuretic nonsense is spewing from my son's mouth? Isla’s supposed to be his partner, not his damn dog. “She can talk, Paul. She isn’t a child.”

Paul laughs, a pathetic wheeze of a sound meant to make him appear strong, but all it does is remind me of Dr. Evil petting his hairless cat. “A child might be easier to deal with. I’m telling you, Dad, if you don’t keep these pretty girls in their place, they’ll ruin your life.” He pats me on the back with his free hand. “You know all about pretty girls, don’t you, Pop? Mom sure did a number on you, didn’t she?”

I grit my teeth, trying to keep calm. “Your mother wasn’t that way because she was pretty.” I was a stupid, horny kid, and she had a great pair of tits. She was a thirty-two-year-old woman, and I didn’t stop to consider how messed up it was that she wanted to fuck a screwed-up fifteen-year-old who idolized her. I was dumb and convinced myself I was in love with her, but now I realize it was misguided transference. She was someone who appealed to my mommy issues and my raging teen hormones. An adult who cared about me, and she was smoking hot. I was so eager to make her happy that I did anything she wanted, including fucking her for months. I should’ve wrapped my dick. That mistake cost me dearly. I got saddled with a degenerate moron for a son and that bitch on my back for years.


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