Lust For Me, Daddy's Good Girl novel Chapter 32

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No matter what you feel you’re mine

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I took a breath, trying not to react. “Me? I’m making things hard for you? You’re the one who left. You packed your things, and disappeared. No text, no call, nothing. I understand you’re angry, but I’m your boyfriend for Christ’s sake. You should be a little more considerate. I’ve been worried about you!”

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A crowd had formed. Students were gathered at a distance, some pretending not to watch, others blatantly filming or whispering behind their hands. Among them, I could see Nora standing beside Riley. But none of it mattered. All I could see was Violet.

She scoffed, that bitter smile on her lips.

“Boyfriend? Worried?” she repeated. “You weren’t worried two nights when you let me drown and saved her.”

“You weren’t worried when you told me to go home alone, she said, louder. “And don’t give me that crap. What part of we’re over don’t you understand? I’m done with Mathew. I’m done with your games. I won’t let you treat me like a second choice anymore, so please, leave me alone”

She turned.

My vision blurred for a second with a rage. She was walking away again. Before she could take another step, I grabbed her wrist and pulled her back.

I leaned in, just enough that our faces were inches apart. I was close enough to smell the faint scent of her shampoo, the one I knew she used because I bought it for her.

“We are not over,” I said, my voice low. “You hear me, Violet? We can never be over. So watch your mouth. If you’re angry, fine. Be angry. But don’t say things like that.”

“No matter what you feel, you’re mine.”

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Violet

I looked at him.

His hazel eyes flashed dangerously.

This crazy bastard.

My jaw clenched. My fingers curled into fists by my side, my body trembling from rage.

“You do not own my body,” I said, my voice cold. “I’m not a property that is yours.”

He paused, as if just now realizing the weight of his words.

Matthew sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He let go of my wrist. “It seems like we’re both too emotional to have a proper conversation,” he said. “I didn’t come here to fight with you, Violet. I came here to make up. You know how I don’t function properly if something keeps bugging me. I wanted to give you time, but I can’t stand being away from you anymore.”

God. He looked so sincere. And just like that, my heart stuttered. Stupid, pathetic thing. The feelings I locked away, like an overstuffed drawer I had no strength to open, started creeping out again.

Emotions are stupid, and cruel. Because no matter how much someone you love hurts you, if they were ever kind to you, it only takes the smallest crack for all those buried feelings to come rushing back. The moment they show even the faintest hint of tenderness, your brain starts feeding you lies.

Maybe they didn’t mean it.

Maybe it won’t happen again.

Maybe the good outweighs the bad.

That’s why so many people stay in abusive relationships. Because walking away isn’t as easy as it sounds. But I was tired. Tired of the circles. Of being hurt, then healed just enough to be hurt again. I was just exhausted.

I looked away from him.

“We can never be together again, Matthew.”

I heard his breath hitch, but he didn’t argue. He just stepped closer and extended the flowers toward me.

“I brought these for you,” he said.

My eyes shifted instinctively to the other bouquet clutched in Nora’s hands. God, I knew it was childish to compare, but I couldn’t help it. It was bigger, flashier, and prettier than the one he was holding for me. Hers were roses, my favourite flowers.

She had that look on her face, the one no one else ever noticed, but I always did. A satisfied smirk tugged at the corners of her lips. And Riley was practically vibrating with smugness beside her, arms folded, one eyebrow raised like she was taunting me.

Matthew followed my gaze. He was about to say something but Nora beat him to it. “I–I’m sorry, Violet. This flower was supposed to be yours. The smaller one was mine, but Matthew gave me this one instead when he came, because I said I liked roses. I hope you don’t mind?”

She might as well have said, hope you don’t mind that I took your flowers. Just like I took everything else.

I looked back at the bouquet in Matthew’s hand.

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it wasn’t even about the flowers. It was about how easy it was for people to take from me

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