\u201cYou crossed a major line, Daisy,\u201d I said through my teeth. \u201cWhat the fuck were you thinking??\u201d<\/p>\n
Her eyes narrowed and I saw a flicker of fear in her gaze.<\/p>\n
\u201cI have no idea what you\u2019re talking about, Gavin\u2026\u201d she denied, making me scoff.<\/p>\n
Did she really think I wouldn\u2019t find out about her games? Did she think I was stupid?<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t play, stupid,\u201d I hissed. \u201cYou broke into my hotel suite\u2026 You invaded my space when I wasn\u2019t there. Why?\u201d<\/p>\n
She pressed her lips in a thin line, like she was holding onto some type of secret and it only infuriated me more.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnswer my Goddamn question,\u201d I said in a low and threatening tone.<\/p>\n
Before she could open her mouth to speak, I heard footsteps behind me. They sounded hurried, like they were running.noveldrama<\/p>\n
\u201cDad!\u201d I heard Irene shouting as she rushed towards me.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnswer me!\u201d I demanded again, ignoring the fact that my daughter was rushing towards me. My eyes remained fixed on Daisy\u2019s, who glanced behind me and then directly at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cI did it because she doesn\u2019t deserve you, Gavin. I\u2019ve always been here for you. I was there when my sister died, leaving you a single father. I was there when you got custody of Matthew. I had always been there. Your mother already gave me her blessing. Why can\u2019t you see that I\u2019m the one you are meant to be with?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don\u2019t get to tell me who I\u2019m supposed to be with,\u201d I said through my teeth. \u201cYou and my mother can stop meddling in my romantic affairs because it is not happening.\u201d<\/p>\n
That\u2019s when I felt her presence behind me; Judy stood beside Irene and they were both watching me with worried eyes, wondering what it was I was going to do.<\/p>\n
\u201cI went to dinner with you out of pity the other night; there was nothing more to it. You invaded my space and crossed a serious line.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo, it\u2019s true then?\u201d Judy\u2019s soft voice echoed behind me; I could hear the pain in her voice and it was fucking killing me. \u201cIt was all a lie. You weren\u2019t there with Gavin?\u201d<\/p>\n
Daisy\u2019s eyes flickered to Judy, malice in her gaze that made me punch a wall close to her face. Her eyes went back to me, her eyes wide when she realized there was a whole in the wall inches from her face.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t fucking look at her\u2026\u201d I said through my teeth. \u201cEyes on me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAunt Daisy, why would you do something like that?\u201d Irene asked.<\/p>\n
Daisy kept her eyes on me, but she responded to Irene.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause it was supposed to be me. I was supposed to be the one warming your father\u2019s bed, but instead he found himself a pretty little whore.\u201d<\/p>\n
I grabbed her throat without another word, blocking off her air waves and making it impossible for her to speak anymore. Her eyes bugged out of her face as she struggled to breathe, swatting at my hands, begging me with her eyes to loosen my grip but I was pushed past the edge of caring whether she lived or died.<\/p>\n
\u201cDad, you\u2019re going ot kill her!\u201d Irene warned. \u201cLoosen your grip!\u201d<\/p>\n
in<\/p>\n
Daisy\u2019s face started to turn red as she tapped on the wall, begging for me to stop. The rhythm of her. tapping continued, her hands trembling as the life started to drain from her pathetic little face<\/p>\n
\u201cEthan\u2026\u201d I heard Judy whispering behind me.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d Irene asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe\u2019s spelling out Ethan\u2019s name<\/p>\n
bet<\/p>\n
using Morse code,\u201d Judy said, pointing to Daisy\u2019s hands which continued to tap the wall. I realized that Judy was right; I was also trained in Morse code, and she was<\/p>\n
tapping out Ethan\u2019s name using the<\/p>\n
wall.<\/p>\n
I loosened my grip so she could breathe. She took a deep breath, coughing as the<\/p>\n
air filled her lungs. Her eyes watered and she tried to wipe them.<\/p>\n
\u201cGuess you\u2019re not as dumb as I thought,\u201d she croaked, rubbing her sore and red neckline.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat about Ethan?\u201d Judy demanded. \u201cWhat does he have to do with anything?\u201d Daisy narrowed her eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe has everything to do with this,\u201d she said, slyly. \u201cWho do you think put me up to this?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d Judy asked, her voice coming out hollow and unfamiliar.<\/p>\n
I stepped away from Daisy, suddenly the weight of the situation crashing down around me.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat the fuck are you talking about?\u201d I demanded.<\/p>\n
Daisy took a minute to recover herself before she replied.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour girlfriend\u2019s ex mate is here and wants you out of the way. So, we came up<\/p>\n
with this plan together. Clever, aren\u2019t we?\u201d<\/p>\n
Sara is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland\u2019s breathtaking cold.<\/p>\n
We Built a Kingdom From Ashes That Still Remembered Love by Aila Frost 395 \u201cYou crossed a major line, Daisy,\u201d […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"site-sidebar-layout":"default","site-content-layout":"","ast-site-content-layout":"default","site-content-style":"default","site-sidebar-style":"default","ast-global-header-display":"","ast-banner-title-visibility":"","ast-main-header-display":"","ast-hfb-above-header-display":"","ast-hfb-below-header-display":"","ast-hfb-mobile-header-display":"","site-post-title":"","ast-breadcrumbs-content":"","ast-featured-img":"","footer-sml-layout":"","ast-disable-related-posts":"","theme-transparent-header-meta":"","adv-header-id-meta":"","stick-header-meta":"","header-above-stick-meta":"","header-main-stick-meta":"","header-below-stick-meta":"","astra-migrate-meta-layouts":"default","ast-page-background-enabled":"default","ast-page-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}},"ast-content-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}},"footnotes":""},"categories":[38],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-21464","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-shadow-slave-by-author-novelnozi-com"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21464","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=21464"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21464\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=21464"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=21464"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=21464"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}