Lust For Me, Daddy's Good Girl novel Chapter 40

Yeah. She could keep him.

He wasn’t even half as attractive as Hades.

My lips pressed together as I caught myself thinking him. What the hell was wrong with me these days? Every time I met a man, my mind flicked to him, comparing, measuring, finding all of them lacking.

I pushed the thought aside and slipped into my polite, customer–service tone. Time to get through this sale as quickly as possible.

It’s not like I’d ever see Hades again. A man like that was probably off doing something far more important with his life.

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Another piece of clothing landed in my hands. I caught it automatically, adding it to the growing pile in my arms. At this point, I wasn’t an employee anymore, I was a walking coat rack.

They moved through the store at an unhurried pace, talking to each other as if I didn’t exist. The woman snatched up anything that caught her eye only to toss it at me. I trailed behind in silence, my arms aching, the growing pile wobbling with each new addition.

I took a deep breath, forcing the simmer in my chest to cool The last thing I needed was to lose my temper. This was my highest–paying job, I couldn’t afford to walk out. Not with Sebastian’s trip in two days and barely half the money saved. At this point, I had no idea how I was going to manage it. Maybe I was foolishly hoping for a miracle, for half a million to drop into my lap. Or for some wealthy soul to be generous enough to simply hand it

to me.

Still, if they kept this up, I wasn’t sure how much more calm I had left in me.

The woman suddenly laughed. “I’m serious, hon. I didn’t get plastic surgery. This face is all real.”

The man chuckled, amused. “I don’t know about plastic surgery, but I can tell what’s real or not.”

I glanced up at them in time to see him turn his head toward me. My steps faltered, my grip on the clothes tightening.

“Take this girl, for example,” he said with a smile. “She looks natural and innocent. I can tell everything about her is real.”

The woman’s smile vanished. Her fingers curled into a fist, her sharp, irritated gaze landing on me. And of course, that only seemed to make him more confident.

He stepped closer, his gaze raking over me. “Am I right? Your boobs, your ass, your face, they’re all real?”

I stared at him, unimpressed. Seriously, what did she see in him? Was it the tattoos? The money? It definitely wasn’t the personality, or the looks.

“Please refrain from asking those kinds of questions, sir,” said. My voice was polite, but my eyes told him exactly what I thought.

The man smirked at me. That was the thing about men, give them the smallest opening, and suddenly they think they can say or do whatever they want.

“Hun,” the woman said sweetly, “I need to try these clothes. You should wait for me outside.”

Before I could react, her hand clamped around my wrist, and yanked me toward the fitting rooms.

“Hey-”

The curtain snapped open, and she dragged me inside. My balance went with the momentum, and I hit the floor, the pile of clothes tumbling with me. Pain flared up my knees where they scraped against the tile.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” I hissed, looking up at er,

She stood over me with her arms crossed, head tilted like I was a stain on her shoe. “Wrong with me? I should be asking you that. What the hell is wrong with you? How dare you flirt with my man.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Flirt? You call that flirting? I didn’t even say anything remotely flirtatious.”

“I’m not blind,” she snapped. “I know what I saw, you were smiling at his compliment. You were happy he was

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talking to you.”

Happy? I blinked at her, my brain scrambling to catch up. Was she actually blind, or just delusional?

“You know what,” I said, shaking my head, “I’m done. I don’t think I can tolerate this anymore-‘

I started to push myself up, but the sharp jab of a heel dug into the back of my hand.

“Ah!”

She pressed down harder, leaning forward with a smile that made my stomach twist. “You’re not going anywhere, slut, until you admit it. I know girls like you. Just because you’re young and pretty, you think you can get away with anything. But you’re nothing but a slut who’ll do anything to be with a richer man.”

“What?”

“I’ve dealt with women like you before. Do you know what I’ve done to make that man like me? I changed my face. My personality. My entire appearance for him. Who do you think you are, walking in and taking his attention?”

At this point, I didn’t know whether to get angry or feel sorry for her. Something was obviously wrong in her head. Even when I’d been in love with Matthew, I had never changed myself to make him love me. What was the point? That would mean he loved the version I created, not the real me.

I didn’t bother saying anything. Someone like her wouldn’t listen anyway.

When she realized I wasn’t scared, or even remotely affected, she leaned back, taking her heel off my hand. My hand throbbed, the skin already turning red. She smiled.

“Okay then,” she said. “If I can’t hurt you physically, I’ll destroy everything you have, starting with this job. I’ll ruin your image.”

I froze. “What are you talking about—”

She raised her hand.

Smack.

She slapped herself so hard the sound cracked through the small fitting room. My eyes widened as she let out a cry, tears springing instantly to her eyes.

“Help!” she wailed, stumbling toward the curtain.

My heart jumped into my throat. I scrambled to my feet and followed her out, but the moment I stepped into the store, I stopped short.

There were people everywhere, customers and employees alike were staring. The woman clutched her cheek, looking utterly distraught.

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