All Chapters of Lust For Me, Daddy's Good Girl : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Violet “Oh my God, is that true?”“Did she really do that to that woman because of a man?”“I’ve actually seen the sales associate before, she was so kind. She doesn’t seem like the type.”"You never truly know someone’s character.”The words bounced off the mall walls until they felt like they were pressing against my ears. My breathing came slow and shaky. My face felt a little too pale, my palm still throbbing from earlier.What the hell was going on? How the hell did it get to this?This week had been the worst of my life. It was like the universe had decided everyone needed a turn at bullying me. And for what? I didn’t even know why this woman was pulling such an elaborate stunt, especially when I didn’t even want her man. I hadn’t looked at him all night. To me, he was about as interesting as a plank of wood.My assistant manager turned to me, frowning hard. “What is going on? Explain yourself, Violet. Did you really do that?”I shook my head firmly. “Of course not. I didn’t do

Hades I watched Alec carry her toward the exit, the sway of her hair catching the light until she was out of sight. Normally, I wouldn’t tolerate another man laying so much as a fingertip on what was mine. But Alec wasn’t just any man, he was the one person I trusted more than anyone else in the world. A man who would sooner cut off his own hand than touch my woman with anything resembling an indecent thought. Not that Alec seemed interested in women at all. Or men. Or anyone, for that matter. He’d always been detached, focused only on what he deemed worthy of his attention. And today, that worth was keeping Violet safe while I handled the rest. I came straight here the moment I got off my private jet. I didn’t even bother going to the company when I heard the board of directors, and my father were waiting for me. They could wait years for all I cared. In fact, most of them were probably relieved I didn’t show. They were afraid of me, and would do anything to see me gone. But that

Violet I sat down on the bench, pulling my knees together as the cold wind brushed my hair into my face. Winter was coming fast, and the air had that biting chill to it. My fingers trembled slightly. I shivered, tucking my chin down. Thank God for Hades’s jacket.Without it, I probably would’ve frozen to death already. It was too big for me, swallowing my frame completely, and it still carried the faint scent of him.I turned my head and looked back toward the mall. A small crowd had gathered near the entrance. I couldn’t see him from here, but my mind kept trying to imagine what he was doing. He said he never lost, but the man from earlier had been big.I couldn’t help imagining all the ways this day could end badly.What if he got angry and, God forbid, punched Hades? Worse, what if he actually hurt him? What if he needed medical help? I bit my lip, fingers curling tighter around the edges of the jacket.Why was I so nervous?“Don’t be worried about him. He’ll be fine.”The voice

HadesHer face flushed, the color blooming all the way to her ears. Her hands curled into tight little fists, as if she couldn’t decide whether to strike me or cling to me. Every breath she took seemed to betray how badly she wanted to resist, yet how much more she wanted to give in.And those eyes…Those big, pretty doe eyes glaring at me as if she wanted to set me on fire.It all turned me on.The crazy part of me, the part that always demanded more, wanted to keep pushing, to see just how far I could drive her before she snapped. I wanted her angrier. I wanted her mouth running, her cheeks burning, her chest heaving. And yeah, I wanted to fuck her like that.I wondered what kind of face she’d make if I pushed her flat on her back and filled her, would she still glare at me, voice shaking with insults? Or would she forget she was mad entirely and just drown in me? Would she cling to me like she hated herself for needing it?The thought alone made my pulse thrum.My gaze must have

Violet Women are hot. I’ve always known that.Penelope, for example, God, sometimes I’d just stare at her and think, damn, what masterpiece work of art is this? And when I teased her about dating her if she wasn’t taken, I meant it. If she were single, I’d absolutely try my luck.I’ve met all types of women before, but none like the one standing in front of me.I couldn’t even place what it was. Was it her gaze, curious in a way that made me feel stripped bare? The way her lips curled with interest? Or maybe it was the way she was looking at me like I was a meal and she was already deciding where to take her first bite.I swallowed, suddenly unsure what to do with myself.I knew who she was.I’d seen her face before, plastered on glossy magazine covers. This was Sierra. The Sierra. Owner of this mall, and one of the richest women in the country.I hadn’t expected to see her in person. People like her didn’t exactly cross paths with people like me.I’d heard the rumors about how she w