Not Their Daughter, Just the Mistress Chapter 03

Not Their Daughter, Just the Mistress Chapter 03

Everett didn’t come after me that night.

The comments kept scrolling. I clutched the pregnancy test to my chest, curled into the corner of the bed, and cried until there was nothing left.

By morning, I’d made up my mind. I was going to apologize to Everett.

I couldn’t keep playing the brat.

While he still didn’t know the truth, I’d bleed him for every dollar I could, and then I’d disappear.

I went downstairs with a speech rehearsed and my stomach in knots.

Everett was standing in the foyer. He wiped a streak of bright red blood off his arm, tucked his knife away, and walked inside like he owned the air in the room.

Blood was still drying on his jaw.

My knees almost buckled.

I was half a second from dropping to my knees when Everett reached into his pocket, pulled out a watch, and held it out to me like it was made of glass.

“Babe, I took that watch back from Kessler. The one he outbid us on for his daughter.”

“Can you… forgive me now?”

He was covered in blood. But the watch was spotless.

He looked at me like he genuinely thought a watch would fix everything. Something in my chest cracked.

The comments were already laughing.

[Holy shit, Everett actually went to war with the Kessler family over a WATCH? He’s been playing nice with them for years!]

[He didn’t just declare war. He breached the Kessler estate in the dead of night and strung the old man up like a punching bag. And it’s ALL this sidepiece’s fault.]

[But she’s gonna be wearing that watch when her hand gets chopped off later… karma’s a bitch lol.]

“…”

I yanked my hand back like I’d touched a hot stove.

Phantom pain flickered through my wrist. I rubbed it without thinking, shaking my head. “No, I don’t want this…”

Everett frowned. “Why?”

His clean hand came up to brush the skin beneath my eye. “Tell me what you want, babe. What’s it gonna take?”

“I’m not…”

My hands wouldn’t stop shaking. I made myself stretch up on my toes and press a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

“I’m not mad. I don’t need anything else. I just want you… h-honey.”

That word only ever came out of my mouth when he’d already fucked me stupid.

Everett’s eyes went dark. Just like that, the questions stopped. His hand slid to the back of my head and he kissed me like he was done talking.

In broad daylight, he kissed me until I forgot to breathe, and his hands were already sliding under my clothes.

I didn’t even get the chance to push him off before the door opened. “Boss.”

It was Sloane.