Lust For Me, Daddy's Good Girl novel Chapter 73

Do not take my silence for weakness

Violet

Cold water splashed on top of me, and everything went white for a second. I gasped, eyes flaring open as the room spun. My shirt clung to my skin, my hair plastered to the side of my face.

Harper stood at the foot of the bed, one hand on her hip, a smug little smile playing on her lips.

“Have you lost your mind?!” I snapped before I had a chance to think. I wanted to tear across the room and yank that smile off her face. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“What? You were sleeping,” Harper said, her voice flat. “I woke you. I did nothing wrong. If you hadn’t been sleeping like a log, this wouldn’t have happened. It’s your fault you got wet.”

I stared at her, speechless. My wet clothes clung to my skin, the sheets beneath me soaked, and yet this girl was acting like she had the right to blame me.

Back then I would’ve ignored her. I always ignored her stupid little games. Compared to the people who’d truly made my life hell, Harper was nothing more than a buzzing gnat. But this was too far. There was no way I was going to let her get away with it.

I rose from the bed slowly, water dripping off me. Harper smirked, clearly thinking I wouldn’t dare. But before she could even blink, my hand cut through the air and landed across her face with a sharp crack.

She stumbled back, wide–eyed, her hand flying to her reddening cheek. My palm stung, but the sight of her shocked face sent a shiver of satisfaction down my spine.

“You slapped me?” she gasped, her voice breaking.

“As you can see,” I said. “And I’ll do it again if you keep running your mouth and acting like you can do whatever you want.”

Her face turned crimson, rage in her eyes. “You crazy bitch!” she spat, raising her hand to strike me back.

I didn’t flinch.

“Go ahead. Try it, but this time don’t expect me to take it without doing something in return. I’ll make a scene and get you fired. Or did you honestly think I couldn’t have done that a long time ago?”

I stepped forward. Harper immediately faltered, her hand trembling midair, her heels clicking back against the floor as she retreated.

“Don’t be delusional, I could find a way to throw you out of here anytime I wanted. You’re not that important to the family after all. I only kept you around because I didn’t want to deal with the hassle of Harper finding someone else. But…” I leaned in closer, lowering my tone. “Do not test me, Harper. Do not take my silence for weakness.”

Her face drained of color. Her hand fell slowly to her side, and for the first time since I’d known her, she looked genuinely shaken.

“W–whatever,” she muttered, licking her lips nervously. She backed up another step, eyes darting anywhere but mine. “I don’t even care about you. You’re a nobody compared to Miss Riley. I was just told to call you down, she’s waiting for her tutoring session. So don’t waste time and come downstairs.

I rolled my eyes. “Right.”

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Do not take my silence for weakness

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She turned quickly, muttering under her breath as she reached the door. “Crazy bitch…”

The door slammed behind her, leaving me in silence.

I exhaled sharply, running a hand over my damp hair.

God, I was so damn annoyed.

My eyes flicked to the clock, eleven a.m. I’d only gotten home an hour ago. The living room had been empty, so I didn’t see anyone, especially that sick bastard, Conrad, lurking around. I’d gone straight upstairs, locked the door, transferred the money to Sebastian, tossed my phone on silent, showered, and finally crawled into bed and fallen asleep. I thought I’d be safe here.

Clearly, I was wrong.

Somehow Harper had gotten in. She had a spare key, no doubt. The realization made my stomach twist. I thought locking myself away was enough to keep Conrad out if he ever tried anything, but if he wanted to, all he had to do was ask, and someone would hand him the key.

The thought made my skin crawl.

I closed my eyes, forcing myself to breathe.

I reached for my phone on the bed, relieved to see it wasn’t wet. The screen lit up with five missed calls from Sebastian.

Of course, that boy could nag better than any mother. He was probably ready to interrogate me about where the hell I’d found that kind of money.

I sighed and typed quickly.

[Let’s eat lunch together at the cafe near your school tomorrow. I’ll explain everything. And don’t worry, I’m not in debt.]

I hit send before I could overthink it, tossing the phone aside.

I peeled off the wet shirt clinging to my skin and tossed it onto the floor with my soaked shorts. My hair still dripped against my shoulders as I walked to the closet.

I was searching for something to wear when I spotted Hades‘ shirt still hanging neatly where I’d left it. My fingers hovered over the fabric. I already had one of his shirts in the laundry from earlier today, so now I basically had two

of his clothes with me.

I shouldn’t. It was his, and the last thing I wanted was to feel like I depended on him for anything.

I bit my lip, pressing my forehead lightly against the closet door. Foolish as it was, his scent had this strange effect on me.

“Idiot,” I muttered to myself, but my hand was already moving. I grabbed the shirt and pulled it off the hanger.

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