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Every smart woman does.
CHAPTER
NINETEEN
It tookme a full day to create Cadence’s fake Instagram page. Seriously, there are hardlyanyphotos of that woman out there.
I had to dig through the cached pages on her college website, I went through theBluebell Leaders at the library, and I even checked out all of the yearbooks in the last ten years to find any photos of her that I could. After a full twelve hours, I’d pieced together enough real things with fabricated things to put together a page for her. First I’d made sure the real Cadence doesn’t have a profile and thankfully she didn’t.
Butshe does now.
Yesterday afternoon, after building a quick friends list to make the account look valid, I sent West a friend request.
He accepted late last night after I’d already gone to bed. I plan to tell him that I started to get paranoid about the intranet and scared that perhaps they were tracking our activity, and that’s why I wanted to switch to IG.
Makes sense. To be honest, I’m surprised he agreed to leaveVeiledin the first place.Veiledwas private, but my fear was accidentally oversharing and getting booted from their platform and having to start all over, as a new stranger.
My switch to IG was also influenced by the IT guy, Paul. He told me that new laptops are being issued to Mr. Hollis and Cadence next week, and when that happens, if “the person who stole the laptops” was still using them, the user account would reinstate on the new device, and bring with it all the information from the old device, including the activity transpired under that username for the last three months.
I had to ditch the laptop.
After Paul wiped the hard drive, he kept it, promising that he’d never tell anyone and would slowly introduce it back into recirculation. He didn’t have to promise. I knew he wouldn’t tell for fear of getting himself fired, too. Because if he even considered ratting me out, I made it very clear that he’d go down with me, and not in the fun way, but the “you’re fired and you’re lucky we aren’t pressing charges” kind of way.
Finally in my car after a long day on campus, I dig out my phone, heart racing, anxious as hell to see ifhe’smessaged me. Prior to the last few days, we hadn’t gone even one day without talking since we met. My skin has felt too small for my body, my hair touching my neck makes me irrationally annoyed and I have nearly chewed a hole in the side of my cheek.
I need him. I don’t feel right without him in my life.
I bet he’s been feeling the same, but I plan to make everything better.
My heart skips when I see thatBigDupont89has sent me a message on Instagram.
I can’t keep pretending, Cadence. Come to my house tonight. Please. I need you.
Then another message.
Daddy needs his girl.
I slam the phone against my chest, eyes wide, pulse leaping. Oh my god. I cannot even wrap my head around this.West wants me to come over.He wants tohaveme tonight. He’s ready to make me his, to make me his babygirl, his girlfriend, his everything, his world.
That’s what I want, too.
I know, I know, it seems like I’m reading into it. It was justtwomessages but it doesn’t matter. I know this man so well, I know just where his mind is headed.
He needs the charade of online dating to end. He needs the woman who fits perfectly in his heart finally in his arms. He needs to dominate me, defile me, use me, and talk me through it while he does.
I know just what my daddy needs.
While I did originally believe I’d have more time beforethisnight got here, it doesn’t matter—I’m ready. When the man you love finally tells you that he needs you and can’t live without you (okay, I ad-libbed that part), you show up for him.
There is that small detail of me not actually being the person who he thinks he loves, but like I said, I have a plan.A work around,if you will.
Originally I thought I’d invite him to my place when my dad was on the road. Being a long haul trucker, he’s home for weeks, but gone for weeks, too. While gone, I thought I’dhave West over, seduce him in the dark the moment he walked in, and once he’d already made love to me, then I would reveal myself.
He’d be shocked—of course he would. And yes, it’s kind of a trap. A little bit. But if he really feels the way he says he does and his feelings formeare real, then it will simply be a hiccup in our timeline, a funny moment in our story. No biggie. Because even though I’m not Cadence Caine, I am the woman he knows. I am the woman he’s falling for.
I am.
I think West will understand. I believe that once I can explain everything and show him how much I absolutely adore him, how I’m his perfect, kinky counterpart, he’ll laugh with me.
