Lust For Me, Daddy's Good Girl novel I almost drowned

Violet

“Between you and me, Violet, if we both fell into the water, who do you think he’d save?” Nora asked, a wicked grin curling on her lips.

“What—” I barely got the word out before she turned toward the pool, her smile deepening. And without warning, she grabbed my hand and dragged us both under.

If your partner of four years and your childhood sweetheart both fell into a pool, and neither of them could swim, who would you save?

Who would you run to first without thinking?

Most men would say their girlfriend. That’s the obvious answer, isn’t it?

So why… why did Matthew run past me, his girlfriend, and dive straight toward her?

His childhood sweetheart.

“Nora!!” he screamed, jumping into the water. He reached her in seconds, pulling her limp body into his arms, and he carried her out of the water.

Water rushed into my mouth and nose before I could even scream. I tried to float, but my body refused. My arms flailed, my hands slapped against the surface, but I couldn’t stay up. I was sinking.

And to make it worse, he didn’t even look back at me.

"Nora! Nora, wake up! Please, wake up!" Matthew shouted, his voice cracking with desperation, as if he couldn’t imagine a world without her, as if she were the love of his life. And there I was, his girlfriend of four years, still struggling in the pool, about to die.

How ironic. Was I really going to die like this?

It was too cruel, embarrassing, and stupid.

People would talk. They’d whisper over my grave,

‘That’s the girl whose boyfriend let her drown to save another woman.’

This was so unfair. What did I do to deserve this? I’ve always been there for him. I sacrificed so much for him. I did everything I could to make him happy.

So why? Why would he choose the woman who gave him nothing? How does that make any sense?

“God, she’s awake! Nora, are you okay?” His voice was full of relief.

Wasn’t I still in the water?

I blinked through the stinging chlorine, catching one last glimpse of Matthew, his arms wrapped tightly around her, his eyes locked on her face.

“Hey, dude, your girlfriend is still in the water!” someone shouted.

Matthew turned, his gaze snapping to me, like he’d just remembered I existed.

“Violet!” he yelled, but it was too late. I couldn’t breathe.

The world dimmed. My limbs went heavy. I was about to die until I felt a splash beside me.

Someone dove in.

I couldn’t see his face clearly, but strong arms wrapped around my waist. Warm lips pressed against mine, forcing air into my lungs. I clung to his chest as he swam, dragging me upward until my back hit the cold, rough concrete ledge.

His lips found mine again, followed by firm pressure against my chest.

I jolted upright, coughing hard as water spewed from my mouth. Gasping for air, I tried to blink. A warm hand moved in gentle circles across my back.

I almost died.

“Violet! Are you okay?” Matthew asked.

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