Todos os capítulos de Crave Me, Daddy’s Good Girl: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

VERONICA POV Moni? After everything she did, she still had the nerve to call me? I thought I’d blocked her the moment I landed in Atlanta five years ago. But the second that number flashed on my screen, my stomach dropped. I’d memorized it years ago—photographic memory was both a gift and a curse. My hands shook as I answered. “What do you want, Moni?” Her voice dripped with fake sweetness. “Just calling to congratulate you, bestie.” “On what?” “On playing house in Los Angeles again,” she purred. “Enjoy it while it lasts.” My jaw clenched. “I have nothing to say to you.” “You should, bestie. Because we still have unfinished business. You better pack your things and crawl back to whatever hole you came from… or I’ll make your life miserable— Like I always do.” “Don’t you ever get tired of this, Moni? It’s been years. I’ve moved on from you and Jason. You should too.” I paused, then added, “Or are you obsessed?” She let out a bitter laugh. “Obsessed with you? Eww. Y

VERONICA POVThat woman was me.I sat frozen on the dining chair, staring at the newspaper spread out in front of me. My own blurred face stared back — or rather, the burgundy dress I’d worn that day did. The photo was grainy, but that dress was unmistakable. My fingers tightened around the edges of the paper until the cheap newsprint started to crease.What if someone recognizes me?I slid the paper away like it was contaminated, then dropped my forehead onto my folded arms on the table. A low, frustrated groan escaped me. I rubbed my temples hard, trying to push back the headache already forming.People like Xavier didn’t belong in my world. He was richer than God, and I was just… convenient. A single mother he could file away whenever he got bored. Falling for him would be catastrophic. I couldn’t even imagine the look on my children’s faces if he eventually turned them away. That pain? I can’t let it happen. Not ever.The faint sound of approaching footsteps made me lift my head.

VERONICA POVXavier’s eyebrows lifted slowly, his smirk deepening into something darker, hungrier. He leaned forward, resting his forearms on the table, eyes locked on mine.“So you think I’m handsome and triple-X trouble?” he drawled, voice low and teasing. “I’m flattered, kitten. I’d be even happier if you put that observation to good use. In fact…” His tone dropped. “I’m completely at your disposal. You know that, right?”My cheeks burned instantly. “You know that's not what I meant,” I blurted, trying to sound irritated instead of flustered. My heart was hammering so hard I was sure he could hear it. “I just meant you need to stop being so cocky. You keep throwing yourself at me. I don’t want work and pleasure getting mixed up.”The second the words left my mouth, I regretted them.He leaned back in his chair, grin widening with pure male satisfaction. “Work and pleasure? That works perfectly for me, Kitten. We can pleasure each other after work hours. So… your place or mine?”“Oh

CAMILA POV Two days ago, I stepped out of the white Rolls Royce as it pulled up right in front of Xavier’s Velmora estate. For a second, I actually stopped breathing. What the hell. This place was enormously beautiful, way beyond any fantasy I had ever imagined. And guess what? I get to stay here. Well, rather, it would all be mine soon once I got Xavier to claim this baby that wasn’t his. I looked down and rubbed my still-flat stomach. “Don’t worry, baby,” I whispered, gently circling my palm over it. “Mummy and Daddy are going to make great parents.” A smirk tugged at my lips as the flashback hit me: that night Zane fucked me so good in Atlanta. I squirted five fucking times. He handled my pussy like a pro, ate me out until my soul left my body. The way he double-penetrated me with the dildo and his dick at the same time… Best night of my life. I bit my lower lip at the memory. That was the trip I flew to Atlanta to visit him, a month before I came back to LA. We had see

XAVIER POV I had to bite the inside of my cheek the entire time that little fool was in the room just so I wouldn’t laugh at his pathetic, childish display. I already knew every filthy thing he had done to Veronica. I had run a complete background check on her long before I “coincidentally” ran into her at the bar. Instead, I sent Kade to approach her like I was supposed to. The first time I saw her was on a trashy news headline. She was standing next to Jason in some supermarket, with paparazzi doing what they did best when they smelled money and drama. The moment my eyes landed on her, something pulled tight in my chest. A dangerous, undeniable pull. I dug deeper. Found out about her so-called relationship. Then boom — pictures of Jason and Moni tucked away in a private lounge like they owned the damn place. I felt both relief and a sharp twist of pity. Relief because the path to Veronica was wide open. Pity because I knew exactly how much this would shatter her when the truth ab