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Holden deserved more. Deserved better. He deserved a submissive who followed the rules. Someone who wouldn’t freak out and break up with him for being a decent fucking human.

She wasn’t cut out for this. As much as she enjoyed the stuff they’d done at the club, she obviously wasn’t built to be a submissive. Not for real.

Dragging in a shaky breath, she blinked back the tears pooling in her eyes and tapped out one final message.

I’m awake, but I don’t want to talk. Sorry about last night. Clearly I’m not cut out for this… whatever it is you want from me. Do us both a favor and forget my number.

Within seconds of sending the message, her phone rang. Holden.

Daddy.

Nope. Not her Daddy. He deserved so much better than her, and she wasn’t going to stand in the way of him getting it by giving in to the ache in her chest at the sight of his name on her screen.

Turning the phone off, she tossed it aside, burrowing under her covers.

And cried herself back to sleep.

The End

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