Lust For Me, Daddy's Good Girl novel Chapter 6

“It isn’t,” I said, firmer. “You didn’t do anything wrong. You didn cause a rift between Violet and me. She’s just… being difficult. She’s always been sensitive about you, because she’s jealous. That’s all.”

Nora looked away, still trembling.

“You need to get changed,” I said gently. “You’re drenched. You’ll get sick.”

I called out, “Sofia!”

The head maid entered quickly, bowing. “Good evening, Mr. Matthew.”

“Take Nora upstairs,” I said, “to the spare room. And help her change out of these clothes.”

Sofia nodded. “To what, sir?”

I glanced at Nora. My first instinct was to tell her to wear something of Violet’s, they were about the same size, but Nora shook her head quickly.

“I… I don’t want to wear her clothes,” she whispered. “Please Mathew, I’m scared she’ll hate me even more if she finds out. Can I just wear yours?”

My jaw tightened.

My clothes?

I hesitated. It would be strange. It was too intimate, and Violet would get more jealous if she found out. But then Nora looked up at me with that wounded, scared expression.

I sighed and nodded. “Give her one of my shirts, and shorts.”

“Yes, sir,” Sofia said, already guiding her gently toward the hallway.

I let out a long sigh and dragged a hand through my face. I kept my palm pressed against my head.

Why?

Why the fuck was she acting like this?

Like I was the villain. Like I’d done something unforgivable. Like I didn’t love her.

Fine.

I agreed I made a mistake. My body moved before my brain had the chance to catch up. That was it. It was purely reflex, and instinct. I saved Nora because she was sick. That was all. And Viole was alive, wasn’t she?

So what was the big deal?

God, I’d been trying. When Nora came back into my life and everything inside me cracked wide open. I held back, didn’t I? Even when my mind spun every time Nora smiled, even when the memories came crashing back, I didn’t let it take me over.

Even the kiss I had with her a week ago was a mistake. I stopped it before it went further.

She should’ve been grateful. Most men would’ve given in completly, I didn’t. And yet here she was, running off with some asshole, putting on a dramatic little show.

I scoffed under my breath, as I remembered his words.

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“Sir,” Nicolas called, stepping into the room. He gave a small bow “Apologies for interrupting.”

“Did you find out where they went?” I asked, lifting my head.

Nicolas shook his head. “No, sir. We lost track of the car.”

“Fuck.” I swore under my breath.

Nicolas added cautiously, “There’s one more thing, I heard from someone on the inside, your father might be in the country. He may have even attended the party.”

My heart dropped.

“What?” I stood up so fast the chair scraped against the floor. “My father?”

Nicolas nodded once. “That’s the rumor.”

I closed my eyes, my breath catching for a moment.

There was one man in this world I feared.

Only one, and that was my adoptive father.

I’d only met him once, when I was eighteen. He looked at me like I was nothing more than a pawn to him.

“I’m your new father,” he said back then. “Don’t disappoint me.”

Even now, years later, I remembered that single moment. He had the kind of presence that made every fiber of your body tense

with fear.

“Do you think he actually came?” I asked.

Nicolas shook his head. “No, sir. I heard he didn’t meet with your grandfather either. So he likely didn’t attend.”

I exhaled slowly. Thank God.

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