Lust For Me, Daddy's Good Girl novel Chapter 33

greedy.”

“She really thinks she’s above everyone now, huh?”

I never asked for anything more than honesty, and respect. wanted to be chosen without having to fight for it every single day.

Matthew reached out, stepping closer. “Violet, just take the flowers for now. I promise I’ll get you a bigger one next time, okay?”

I clenched my jaw. Even now, he was still trying to control the narrative. Still deciding what I deserved. But before I could answer, a voice cut through the crowd.

“Excuse me,” a man in a tailored black suit said, stepping between the people. His eyes scanned the crowd. “I’m looking for Miss Violet.”

Everyone turned to look at me.

I blinked. “T–that’s me.”

He gave a slight bow of his head. “Good afternoon, ma’am

Ma’am?

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Matthew stepped closer. “Who is this, Violet?”

I was about to say I don’t know when Nora gasped.

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“No way,” she said suddenly, her hand going to her mouth. Is this the guy you spent the night with last night?”

Matthew stiffened beside her. “What?”

“Yesterday,” Nora said. “Before she left, Violet told me she actually spent the night with that stranger from the party.”

Matthew’s voice dropped cold. “That’s not a joke?”

He turned fully to me, jaw clenched. “You spent the night with that bastard last night?”

I stepped back, stunned at his tone. Then, he glared at the man in the suit. “Are you the bastard that touched my woman?!”

I raised an eyebrow. My woman? Okay, first of all, this wasn’t Hades.

If this man were Hades, half the women in the room would we already fainted. And second, was Matthew deaf or just delusional? Why was he still acting possessive when I had made it very clear it was over?

The suited man shook his head. “You’re mistaken, sir. I wouldn’t dare. I’m merely the messenger.”

“A messenger?” I asked, confused now. “For who?”

He turned and extended his arm politely. “This way, ma’am”

I stared at him, then at Matthew. Everyone was waiting to see what I’d do.

This was the best opportunity I was going to get to leave this ridiculous, suffocating scene.

I stepped forward, letting the man guide me through the crowd. I half–expected Matthew to stop me again, but he just followed me.

When we got outside, I stopped cold. My breath caught in my throat. All around the school gates, lined up in perfect symmetry, were cargo vans. At least twenty of them Identical black vehicles, their sides open.

Inside were roses. Hundreds, no, thousands of them. Red, violet, even a few rare deep blue ones. They were

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