All Chapters of Crave Me, Daddy’s Good Girl: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

21 Chapters

CHAPTER 1 : CHEATING MUST BE SO EXHAUSTING

VERONICA POV “Why don’t you put these glasses on?” I stood in my hot-red lingerie, waiting for my boyfriend of five years to get off work on the night of our fifth anniversary. The first thing he said to me after walking into our bedroom was that. “W-what?” I’ve known for a long time that things haven’t been the best in our sex life. Jason always seems like he’d rather be anywhere but with me whenever we’re in bed. But seeing the look of disinterest as he scans my body breaks my heart more than just a little. I can’t help but cover my body even more in shame. He’s holding up a pair of glasses, and it’s not just that — in his arms are clothes: a revealing tank top and an extremely short tennis skirt. “Jason, what is this?” “It’s just something to spice up the bedroom, Veronica. Don’t think too much about it, c’mon… come try it on.” “But this isn’t even my style. It seems like… something Moni, my best friend, would wear.” When I trail off, his face contorts and

CHAPTER 2: MAID OF HONOR

VERONICA POV Jason freezes when he notices me, his icy blue eyes blown wide like a kid caught stealing. Moni doesn’t stop right away—she keeps riding him for one more second, hips rolling lazily, before she finally turns her head, annoyed, like I’ve interrupted her favorite scene. “Fuck,” he mutters, pushing Moni off him slowly. Moni scrambles across the bed, yanking a blanket over her naked body. She glances back at Jason, lips pursed in frustration. “Seriously, baby? I was so close to cumming…” “Why are you home so early?” I stare at him, my mouth opening and closing once before the words come out. “Seriously? That’s what you’re worried about?” “Oh please…” Moni drawls with a bored sigh, stretching like a cat. “Can we drop the pathetic acting already?” She places a hand against her stomach, then smirks at me, eyes gleaming like she’s showing off a trophy. “Isn’t it the perfect time to let my beloved best friend know I’m pregnant?” The room tilts. My visio

CHAPTER 3: FAKE GIRLFRIEND

VERONICA POV “Taken away? What happened to him?” Mom sobs even harder, her shoulders shaking uncontrollably as she buries her face in her hands. “Mom, please… Diana… someone, anyone, say something,” I beg, my voice cracking as I drop to my knees beside them on the cold floor. Diana wipes her own tears away with the back of her hand, her eyes red and swollen. “Dad’s brain inflammation wasn’t properly treated in the first place.” She takes a shaky breath. “Earlier today, he woke up feeling severely nauseated… he couldn’t eat anything at all… he just said he wanted to take a quick nap.” “Mom and I thought it was just stress making him sleep for so many hours… but then when I went to check on him… his hands were ice-cold. For one terrifying second, I thought he was dead… but I pressed my fingers to his neck and found his heart still faintly beating.” “Mom immediately called 911… they sent an ambulance, and they took him away to the hospital.” “They called back not lo

CHAPTER 4: I ALMOST DIED

VERONICA POV I was already at the welcome soirée, but whispers floated through the crowd that Jason’s adoptive father might not make it tonight. I didn’t know how true that was. I glance around, the black lace of my mask brushing my cheek as I turn. The room glows with quiet luxury: crystal chandeliers catching low light, faces half-hidden but wealth so obvious it doesn’t need to speak. Even in the expensive Zara dress Jason gave me, I knew they could tell I didn't belong here. “What are you doing here?” Moni’s voice sliced through the murmur. She stands unmasked, face exposed under the chandelier. “Who the fuck invited you?” I don’t answer, just stare past her, like she’s not even there. She steps closer, her eyes raking over me with pure disgust. “You should be ashamed of yourself. You don’t fit in this world—this luxurious world. You look so out of place.” Her gaze drops to my dress, and her lips curl. “Look at you. Trying so hard to be me. Same outfit, same damn co

CHAPTER 5: DADDY’S GOOD GIRL (I)

XAVIER POV It had been years since I last set foot in L.A., and these boardroom clowns thought the perfect way to get my signature was to throw me into a goddamn masked welcome party—just weeks after my arrival. Without it, the next investment round dies on the spot. That’s why I showed up. I even dressed the part, mask and all, which made me look more gothic than executive. I hate unnecessary things. What I didn’t expect was her. The same woman from the bar weeks ago—the one who turned me down flat when I asked my assistant to invite her into my private VIP lounge. Until earlier tonight. I spotted her across the room, standing in the middle of all this masked bullshit, when some woman—the one my adoptive son, Jason, supposedly pulled out of a fire—reached up and yanked the mask right off her face. And in that moment, when I see her caramel-toned skin, luscious pink lips, and hazel doe eyes… the contract, the board, the whole fucking empire—it all fades out. I’m not t

CHAPTER 6: DADDY’S GOOD GIRL (II)

XAVIER POV I hum against her skin, the vibration making her tremble, then release her with a wet pop only to kiss the valley between her breasts, dragging my tongue up the underside of one, then the other, messy and unhurried. I need more of her. I ease her back onto the sectional until she’s lying flat, dress rucked up around her hips. I hook my fingers into her panties and drag them down her legs, tossing them aside. She’s glistening already, swollen and slick, and the sight makes my cock throb painfully against my zipper. I settle between her thighs, spreading her wide with gentle but firm hands. “Look at you, princess… so fucking wet for me.” Then I dive in. My tongue flattens against her clit first—long, slow licks from her entrance up to the sensitive bud. She cries out, hips jerking. I wrap my lips around her clit and suck gently while two fingers slide inside her, curling deep, stroking that spot that makes her thighs shake around my head. She’s so wet I can h

CHAPTER 7: L’Atelier

VERONICA POV The elevator dings softly. When the doors open, I run down the hallway leading to the entrance. Right there I slam straight into a man. “Oh—sorry, I’m so sorry,” I stammer, stepping back quickly. “Hey, slow down,” he says, catching my arm lightly. His grip is gentle but firm. “What’s the rush?” “I… I have a flight,” I lie. My voice comes out too high, almost cracking. He tilts his head, studying me a second longer. Then, quietly: “I’m Mr. Jules. Does the boss know you left?” My stomach drops again. Heat rushes to my face. I shake my head quickly, trying to look casual. “No… it’s fine. I just have to go. My flight’s early and I don’t want to stress him out.” I force a small, tight smile that probably looks as fake as it feels. He watches me a second too long. “Want me to drive you?” “No, no, thank you. I’m good.” He releases my arm slowly. “Alright. Safe flight, then.” I nod too many times and hurry past him, feeling his eyes on my back the whole

CHAPTER 8: JUST A BET

VERONICA POV I spin back around so fast my skirt flares, my heart slamming against my ribs. Shit. How did this not dawn on me sooner? This is the bar Jason attends almost all the time. He comes here mostly on weekends. Now I’m unlucky enough to have him here on my literal first day. Wow. How pathetic. Behind me, one of his friends — Leo, I’m pretty sure — is laughing. “…so I was fucking her with a condom, right? She pulls it off, says she likes it raw. Now the bitch is pregnant and I’m not ready for that shit.” I roll my eyes. Classic Leo. Kiss-and-tell since high school. I can’t hide forever. This job is for Dad. They don’t get to make me feel small. I take a slow breath, square my shoulders, and walk to their table. I clear my throat. “Good day. What would you like to order?” Jason looks up. His eyes widen for half a second before his mouth curves into that familiar smirk. His friends burst out laughing. “Whoa— look who’s an errand girl now,” Jason drawls. “Mo

CHAPTER 9: HOW DOES HE KNOW?

VERONICA POV “Drive,” the stranger orders the driver. The car glides smoothly away from the curb. I twist in the seat, pressing my palm to the tinted glass. Outside, Jason is shrinking in the distance, face flushed with confusion, hands shoved deep in his pockets as the space between us widens. I turn to the man beside me. “Sir…” My voice cracks a little. I point weakly toward the fading figure outside. “Why did he call you Dad?” He doesn’t answer right away. Instead, the corner of his mouth lifts in a small, knowing smirk. “Why didn’t you take the money, Kitten?” I blink. That wasn’t the question I asked. Is he avoiding my questions purposely? My chest tightens. But Jason had told me more than once that he wouldn’t even recognize his adoptive father if he walked past him. It had been too many years. “Veronica, when I ask you a question, I demand an immediate response.” I blink. My chest tightens. “Why would you leave that kind of money for me? Do you really thi

CHAPTER 10: I WILL NOT ACCEPT HER

XAVIER POV I step out of one of my malls and i’m immediately greeted by the familiar gleam of the black Maybach waiting at the curb. Luca is behind the wheel — my driver for the last eight years — and Kade, my assistant, stands at the front passenger door exactly where he is supposed to be. He gives a slight bow. “Good morning, Mr. Xavier.” I return a single nod. Kade opens the rear door for me. I slide in, adjust my collar, and cross one leg over the other. A cup of matcha sits in the center console beside a neatly arranged folder with today’s briefing. Luca pulls away smoothly the second the door closes. As the car moves into traffic, I pick up the document and skim the first page, absentmindedly taking a sip of the matcha. The routine is automatic. “Where’s Jules?” I ask without looking up. Kade coughs lightly. “Sir Xavier, Jules received a call from your father this morning. There was a confusion with some documents submitted last week. He went to verify them.” I

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