Page 46 of Daddy's Wild Girl

She didn’t want to be that girl again. The one who believed the lies she was told. The web that had been spun around her, designed to trap and manipulate her.

That wasn’t who she was.

But as she continued to stare at herself, that web seemed to tighten, digging into her skin. Tears dripped down her cheeks.

“You’re strong. You’re smart. You are in charge of your life. Control what you can. What is right in front of you.”

It helped a bit.

However, things were still spinning.

She knew there was one thing that would quiet her mind. That would stop that out-of-control feeling.

But she couldn’t do that . . .

However, her feet were turning her without her permission. Leading her out of the bathroom and toward the closet. Opening the door, she crouched and reached toward the back to grab a box.

Pulling it out, she sat back on her ass and opened it.

Inside was a gorgeous, pale, buttery-yellow fluffy blanket, which she immediately drew it up to her face. It felt so soft against her skin and there was a slight scent of lavender. She’d always had trouble sleeping and the lavender helped. She’d place the blanket by her face and breathe it in.

Now, instead of using the blanket, she tried to wear herself out physically instead. Putting the blanket aside, she reached back into the box again and drew out a dress. It was yellow and white gingham. Something she’d never wear in her day-to-day life.

But her Little had loved this dress. So much so that she hadn’t been able to get rid of it.

It was so feminine and sweet. Two things that she didn’t believe she was.

He’dnever liked this dress.He’dput her in pants and tops. Overalls. Those were clothes her adult side would pick.

But her Little liked pretty dresses. Cute things.

Bebe couldn’t explain it. That was just the way her brain worked.

Hehadn’t liked that.

Something she hadn’t understood at the time, but she now did.

He’d liked to be in control. And if he wasn’t . . . then everyone else was at fault.

Neverhim.

Nothing was everhisfault.

So she hadn’t worn this dress when she was with him. There were matching bloomers. They were white with ruffles, and the dress was short enough that when she bent over, you could see them.

Yeah,hehadn’t liked that either. Said she was displaying too much of her skin. And he didn’t want others to stare at her.

Staring at what belonged to him.

She shuddered, not wanting to remember what belonging to him had meant.

But she’d never worn this outfit around anyone but him, so she didn’t understand his reasoning.

Right. Like he was ever reasonable.

Putting the dress and bloomers down, she reached into the box once more and drew out her bottle.

Damn.

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