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CHAPTER HUNDRED AND THIRTY-ONE

VIOLET POVDaddy Spencer and I get ready for bed together every night. I’m brushing my teeth when he joins me to brush his teeth, and I take a final pee before sleep while he’s finishing up. He doesn’t always wipe me, but he always watches. He’s watching when I discover a healthy splotch of blood on the tissue paper. My period. My first period in this house. He spits out his toothpaste and rinses his mouth. “We now know Daddy hasn’t given you a situation along with his cum,” he comments. “At least not yet, anyway.” I guess I should feel relieved, but I don’t. I feel strangely sad. “That’s good, I suppose,” I say, assuming that’s the right response. “Do you really think that’s good?” I wipe more blood away. “Yeah,” I say, even though I don’t think I mean it. “That’s sensible, right?”“I’m not worried about being sensible, Violet, I’m interested in how you feel about it.” I don’t really know how I feel about it, I tell him so. He kne

CHAPTER HUNDRED AND THIRTY-TWO

SPENCER POV I wish she hadn’t gone. I wish she’d have decided for herself that her friend Maggie Connor treats her like a piece of shit on her shoe, keeping her close for the sake of vanity and little minion. It pains me that a selfish little cow like that has meant so much to my sweet Violet, but I’d dropped her at her friend’s house and kissed her hair and told her to have a good time. Some lessons in life need to be learned for yourself. I keep an eye on the clock, even though it’s barely scraped past eight. I keep my phone close by, just in case she calls and wants me to come for her, or if… anything else happens to her. I concentrate on a month end report just to keep the paranoia at bay. The drunks, and the people popping pills, the people out for an easy fuck with little regard for who they take it from. All things that my beautiful girl is too optimistic about human nature to avoid. She always sees the best in everyone, and I love her for it. And it wo

CHAPTER HUNDRED AND THIRTY-THREE

SPENCER POVI guess hearing nothing could be considered a good thing. Maybe she’s really enjoying herself. Maybe Violet likes drum and bass. Maybe she likes dancing, too. I haven’t yet had enough time to figure that out. Maybe she’s having so much fun with Maggie Connor that she’s barely giving me a second thought, and as much as it pains me not to be the centre of her universe every waking minute, I’d be happy for her. I want her to be happy. I want her to embrace life, and laugh and love and dance to drum and bass, if that’s what makes her happy. I keep working on my spreadsheet. Just a few more hours to go.•••VIOLET POV Maggie Connor is too drunk to listen to anything much I have to say, but when I tell her at eleven that I might make a move early she seems to hear that loud and clear. “NOOO!” she wails and grips my wrist for dear life. “I neeeeed you, bestie!” Like hell she does. She’s grinding away on Bryan’s friend duncan, trying to smile

CHAPTER HUNDRED AND THIRTY-FOUR

VIOLET POVI’ve never run so fast in my life. My feet barely touch the floor as I pound the beach front, my heart in my throat as I realise what I’ve done. What she’s done. I’m out of breath as I see his car in the distance, but I still keep running, and then I see him, and he’s running too. I slam into his body and wrap my arms around his neck and I want to tell him how sorry I am but no words will come. “What, Violet?! What is it? What’s going on?” His hands are in my hair, on my cheeks, checking me all over, and his eyes are wide and petrified. I struggle for breath, and it pains so much to see what I’ve done.“Nothing…” I wheezed. “Not like that… It was Maggie Connor! She changed my clock! I didn’t know! I swear I didn’t know!” His eyes are so hurt as he realises. So hurt. It makes me feel like shit upon shit. I struggle not to cry, but I don’t deserve to cry, not after being so stupid. I’ve been so stupid. I really am naive. Just a stupid

CHAPTER HUNDRED AND THIRTY-FIVE

VIOLET POVMy nerves are on fire, tummy churning so bad I feel like I could throw up, but I make my way along the hallway and open the door to the study without a single moment’s hesitation. I want this. I want to please Spencer and make him feel better. I want to make him feel safe. I want him to know I really am a good girl. I want him to know that I really am sorry. He isn’t far behind, and my breath catches as he closes the door behind us. The belt swishes on the hook as it slams, and I wonder if I’m really ready for this. “Over the desk,” he tells me. “On your front.” I lower myself so carefully, pressing my cheek to the leather inlay. It smells rich and woody, like old books and scotch.I imagine Spencer here, in this very same position. I wonder if his heart used to race like mine is now. He lifts my dress, and tugs down my leggings and my knickers without saying a word. The air feels cold. My skin feels prickly. My mouth feels so dry I c

CHAPTER HUNDRED AND THIRTY-SIX

SPENCER POVViolet needed to be cared for, just as I needed to care for her. Both needing that special someone to slot so nicely into their broken parts. It was beautiful. It still is beautiful. But this game can’t be all we are, not anymore. I pour her a whisky as I pour myself one. “It’ll help calm you down,” I say. She manages a smile. I take a seat at the table opposite and we sit in a silence no longer simmering with conflict. We’re past that now.My demons have backed away into their shadowy pit, and the girl in front of me no longer looks like her soul is breaking. “Tell me about Maggie Connor,” I say. “Not just about what a cow she is, but about why you ever liked her in the first place.” “You really want to know?” I nod. “I really want to know. It was part of you, Violet. I want to understand why. Maybe that way we can stop it from ever happening again.” “It won’t happen again anyway. I’m done with her.”

CHAPTER HUNDRED AND THIRTY-SEVEN

VIOLET POVI feel like I’ve cried for a lifetime as I wash my face in the bathroom. My cheeks are puffy and my eyes are tired. But I feel good. Like I’ve dumped a horrible weight. I guess Maggie Connor has been nothing but a drain on me for longer than I can remember. I wonder how different life would have been if I’d have stopped clinging onto her all those years ago. I wonder if I’d have made other friends, lived another life. I wonder if I’d have grown up. I feel like I’m growing up now. And that’s weird. It seems so silly that being cared for as a child was what turned me into a woman. I smile to myself and Spencer smiles back. “What a day,” he says.“I’m pooped,” I tell him, and he nods. “Me too.” I hold his hand as he steps onto the landing, waiting for him to open West’s door like he always does. But not today. He steps on, and past, and my heart pounds as he opens a different door. The one to his room. I’v

CHAPTER HUNDRED AND THIRTY-EIGHT

SPENCER POVI absolutely refuse to express an opinion until Violet has whittled her dress choice down to three. I want it to be her decision, exactly the dress she wants. She’s surprised me, but that in itself isn’t surprising. She’s always surprising me. Her three choices are so grown up. Tasteful gowns in dark colours, rich navy or mulled wine. I can hardly contain myself as she slips into the dressing room to try them on, and when she steps out in the blue dress I lose the power of speech. She really does take my breath away. “I like it,” she tells me. “I like it a lot.” She smiles. “In fact, I think I love it.” She does a twirl and the fabric swishes. It’s highlighted with diamante, tiny little stones that look like stars in the night sky. “I think I love it, too,” I tell her. “Very much.” I sigh. “You look gorgeous, Violet.” “This is the dress,” she says. “I just know it.” She turns around for my help with the zip, and it’s so

ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY-NINE

SPENCER POVOh, how my sweet little Violet surprises me in the most delightful ways. She’s the most innocent little temptress, conveying her dirty fantasies in the most endearing of fashions. West’s pretty pink bedroom really does sum up the more risqué side of our relationship. The dark shadows of soul where sweetness meets sexuality and deviates into something delightfully unholy. Violet is wearing her sweet cotton panties like a true vixen, coaxing her daddy onward, even though I’m the one who’s leading her by her dainty little fingers across the threshold to that little girl’s bedroom. One day, West’s pink décor will be all gone, replaced by fresh paint and pictures for babies of our own. But not right now. Now it’s still all about me and my naughty little Violet. Her eyes are wide as I close the door behind us, and the tension is palpable, the dynamic shifting. “Love me, Daddy Spencer,” she whispers, and my breath catches in my throat. She

CHAPTER HUNDRED AND FORTY

DOUBLE DADDIES FOR CHRISTMAS BOOK FOURBRIAN POVThe moment Moona Avii stepped into my office five months, six days and four hours ago, I knew she was one beautiful package of trouble. She dropped herself into the seat opposite, sitting just as she is right now, with the same world-hating scowl on her pretty face, the same hunch of her perfectly sloping shoulders, and the same nervous tap of her right foot. She told me back then, just as she will today, that she doesn’t give a fuck about anything.She doesn’t give a fuck about claiming assistance and applying for college.She doesn’t give a fuck about the fact she’s less than a week away from being homeless.”She doesn’t give a fuck about the latest foster family she’s run ragged these past few months. Moona Avii has a chip on her shoulder bigger than the file of case notes with her name on the cover. She has a wildness about her, and if those feral looks of hers could kill, I’d be a dead man right now, along with half of my collea

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