Crave Me,Daddy's Good Girl

Chapter 1: I Almost DrownedIsla’s pov“Between you and me, Isla, if we both fell in, who do you think he’d save?” Bianca’s voice dripped with fake sweetness, her glossy lips curving into that sharp, knowing smile she always wore around me.I barely had time to register the words. “What are you”She grabbed my wrist, nails digging in like claws, and yanked us both backward into the pool.The water hit like ice. My arms thrashed uselessly, legs kicking against nothing. The soft blue dress I’d chosen so carefully clung heavy and suffocating now. I was sinking fast, chlorine burning my eyes, lungs screaming.He didn’t even glance back.“Bianca!” Alex’s shout cut through the chaos as he dove straight toward her flailing form.Water flooded my nose and mouth. Still underwater. Still fighting. Invisible.How ironic. Three years of being the good girl the one who stood by him through everything and this was how it ended. Drowned at a rooftop pool party because my boyfriend chose his childhoo

Chapter 3: Lines We Shouldn’t CrossThe car ride felt endless and far too short at the same time.Damien didn’t fill the silence with words. He simply sat there, one arm resting along the back of the seat, watching me in the flickering glow of passing lights. His presence alone was enough heavy, controlled, impossible to ignore. Every now and then his fingers brushed a damp strand of hair from my shoulder, light and deliberate.My phone buzzed in my lap. Alex’s name lit up the screen.I silenced it.Damien’s low chuckle broke the quiet. “Smart girl.”I glanced at him. In the dark he looked carved from shadow and steel sharp jaw, stormy gray eyes that missed nothing. “He’s probably worried,” I said quietly.“Worried?” Damien’s tone stayed even, almost conversational. “He had his chance.”The car stopped outside my modest apartment building. Damien stepped out first and offered his hand. I took it. He didn’t release me until I was steady on the sidewalk.“I can manage from here,” I murm

Chapter 5: Unexpected VisitorBy midday, the cream dress felt like a brand against my skin.I had tried to work sitting at my laptop answering emails for my part-time graphic design gigs but every time I moved, the soft fabric whispered against me, reminding me who had chosen it. Who had decided what I would wear today. The silk lingerie underneath made it worse. Every shift of my thighs brought a fresh wave of awareness.My phone had been on silent, but the notifications kept piling up.Alex: This is childish, Isla. Alex: My dad? Seriously? Bianca:You really know how to cause drama, don’t you? Alex is devastated.I deleted them all.A sharp knock rattled my door around two o’clock. My stomach dropped. I already knew who it was before I looked through the peephole.Alex stood there, hair messy, eyes red-rimmed with anger and exhaustion. He looked like he hadn’t slept.I opened the door but didn’t step aside. “What are you doing here?”He pushed past me anyway, scanning my apartmen

Chapter 7: The PackageThe morning after the dinner, another package arrived.I had barely finished my coffee when the knock sounded sharp, precise, exactly like the man who had sent it. When I opened the door, a sleek black box waited on the mat, tied with a thin crimson ribbon. No note this time. Just the box and the unmistakable weight of expectation.I carried it inside, heart already beating faster than it should. The ribbon slipped away easily. Inside lay a deep emerald green dress silk so fine it felt like liquid against my fingers. Knee-length, modest in cut, but the fabric promised to cling in ways that would make every movement noticeable. Beneath it, matching emerald lingerie delicate lace that left very little to the imagination.I stared at the pieces for a long time.Part of me wanted to send it back. To prove I still had some control. But another part the part that had replayed Damien’s quiet words in the car until they echoed in my dreams wanted to know what it woul

Chapter 9: The LessonThe private suite was on the top floor of a discreet luxury hotel owned by Voss Enterprises. No one would see us enter. No one would know.Damien’s hand stayed firm on the small of my back as we stepped out of the private elevator. The hallway was silent except for the soft click of my heels on marble. My heart hammered so loudly I was sure he could hear it.He opened the door with a keycard and guided me inside.The suite was breathtaking — dim golden lighting, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the glittering city, and a massive king-sized bed dressed in black silk. But what made my breath catch was the corner of the room: a large, padded bench, silk ropes neatly arranged, and a mirrored wall that reflected everything.Damien closed the door behind us with a soft, final click.“Take off the dress,” he said quietly. No preamble. No sweet words. Just that low, commanding voice that made my knees weak.I hesitated, fingers trembling at the zipper of the emerald