Midnight Daffodil (Poisonous Petals #1)

Chapter 31Matt

thirty-one

MATT

O ne fucking month. Olivia pulled another one of her idiotic stunts and fucking left. This time, she didn’t just stay out for a night.

She’d left me this time.

My hand ached from how hard I gripped the steering wheel as I sat out in the alley that faced Vera’s highrise. The nagging certainty that Livie stayed here gnawed at me—she had no one else.

I made sure of that.

What I should’ve done was chained her to the fucking bed and never let her out. I shouldn’t have gone to work that morning. I shouldn’t have trusted anything she did or said after she spread her whore legs for that pig.

That fatefucked day, I returned home to find her keys, the phone, and most of her things gone. No explanation.

Immediately, I knew she’d run off to be with him. Someone needed to paint the streets with his brains. The thought of me being the one to blow them out all over the asphalt sprang my cock to life.

Olivia turned my world on its axis, and she didn’t care. It was difficult to explain to my colleagues why she hadn’t attended the holiday party for the office or to my parents when we weren’t able to make it for our post-Thanksgiving, pre-Christmas dinners we held yearly. I told them all she was sick. But that excuse only carried me so far.

My attention turned towards motion at the parking garage. A familiar black truck pulled in. I’d seen it several times but never caught the driver. I’d watched this place enough to know how shit the security was.

I’d use that to my advantage eventually.

The truck’s lights cut off after parking, and it sat motionless for several minutes. I held my breath; my pulse raced in my chest, hammering against my rib cage in a violent rhythm. The driver’s side popped open, and my gaze followed the man who’d started every single problem in my life.

Luke Ryder.

I swear to fuck if Livie gets out.

My teeth buckled under the clench.

The passenger door opened, and out she stepped. Black leggings on toned legs that ended with gray fuzzy boots. The cardigan she wore hid her slender figure as she wrapped it around herself. Curly bleached blonde hair fell in wild tufts around her heart shaped face.

Livie.

She was fucking around on me again with the man I told her never to lay eyes on. She took his hand as he closed the door, and they entered the building. Her small frame leaned into his larger one as he guided her into the highrise. His hand snaked around her waist as they walked.

What a fucking whore.

She was fucking that redneck. She had the entire world and left me for that?

I shifted the Mercedes into gear and sped out of the alley. He was shoving his cock where it didn’t belong. Rage flooded my bloodstream, replacing my life force with fury.

I should’ve made her stupid ass to marry me. I should’ve taken her and forced a child into her body, cementing her to me for the rest of our lives.

I gave Livie too many choices.

I would change that. My tension didn’t ease as I remembered Olivia with him, touching him, walking with him, smiling at him. Vomit made its way up my throat. I forced the bile down while continuing to drive.

So many women would’ve killed to be in Livie’s position. I had money, power, the means to take care of us. I did take care of her. I didn’t want other women. Pussy was all the same at the end of the day. I wanted Livie.

And I would get her back.

Once I did, I’d make sure she’d never fucking leave me again.