Page 26 of Driftwood Daffodil 2

“What about the deal?”

And that was the million dollar question. “There is no deal.”

“What?” Nova shrieked. “Of course there’s a deal. We just talked to your father–”

“And you’re not living up to your end of the bargain,” I cut her off. “Henceforth, no deal.”

Nova’s chest rose with a heavy breath as she slowly bent down to snatch the balled up fabric.

“Ah,” I held up my hand when she went to take a step. “Crawl.”

If looks could kill then I’d be dead right now. But come on, did she really think I’d let her get away with that shit she pulled in my father’s office?

“Fine,” she hissed and sunk down to all fours.

“Oh, and stuff those panties in your mouth so I don’t have to hear your fucking yapping.”

My bad, now I would be dead.

I was pretty sure that Nova had murdered me in her mind a couple of times before she crammed the fabric in her mouth.

There was nothing more beautiful than the sight of Novalee fucking Ford crawling across my bedroom floor with yellow YOLO panties in her mouth. How the mighty had fallen. If only her brother could see her now. This was a far cry from that hopeful little girl in the blue summer dress I met two years ago.

My attention was drawn to her swaying hips as Nova made her way over to me. More specifically to the dark purple bruises marking her firm ass. I watched her slink across the floor and traced the outline of a bruise that still held the shape of my hand.

There was something primal about knowing that she was walking around with my palm print on her ass. I was tempted to walk around and give her another swat. But I was barely hanging on as it was.

So, instead, I held my hand out, palm up for Nova to deposit her makeshift gag. The look she gave me in response was priceless.

After she spat out her panties, I stuffed them in my pocket, and patted the top of her head.

“Good girl. You can leave now.” With that, I walked away.

NOVALEE

Good girl? Really?

I couldn’t believe that Gio had the gall to say that and then pat me on the head. What did he think I was, some kind of pet? Pretty sure one didn’t order their pets to crawl around naked. Then again, animals didn’t really wear clothes. Unless they were those weird purse dogs, rich princesses liked to tote around, and I didn’t see Gio carrying me anywhere…

A vague image of my hand coming down on something hard while a shoulder dug into my gut flashed through my mind, but I shook it off. It was probably a dream.

“Baaaa,” Knox’s tongue popped out in a loud raspberry.

“I agree, Knoxy.”

What the hell was Gio thinking?

I suppose the same thing could be said about me. I did basically sign my freedom over to an asshole. Who then made me suck him off and crawl on the floor with my panties in my mouth. And out of all of that, what was the one thing that bothered me? Gio’s condescending good girl remark, that’s what.

I huffed out a sigh.

Maybe Memphis was right, and I did need to get my priorities in order? Damnit, I was never going to hear the end of this unless… I just killed Gio. Memphis couldn’t brag about being right if he was busy helping me dispose of a body. And considering I’d murdered Gio in my mind at least five hundred times, I already had the execution mostly planned.

I’d come up with some pretty interesting ways too. Hanging, burning, drawn and quartered–that one was my personal favorite–and of course nothing beat a good old-fashioned guillotine.

That one was a little too messy for my liking. I had to fight my way through the crowd to see it, and some lady stepped on my foot. It was not my best fantasy.

Before he came along, I had the best dreams of yelling at my second husband while he sat outside on a broken lawn chair with a bottle of beer in his hand.

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