DADDY’S DOMINANT VIRGN

CHAPTER3: CRAWL TO DADDY

The words kept echoing in my head as I drove through the dark streets, tears blurring the road ahead.

I never loved you, Sophia. I

Was he truly playing me all this while? Four years of my life reduced to nothing but a cruel joke. I parked the car haphazardly outside some random motel on the edge of the city, not even sure how I got there. All I knew was that I couldn’t go home. Not to that apartment filled with lies and the scent of their betrayal. Instead, I stumbled straight into the club right beside the motel, desperate for anything that would numb the pain tearing through my chest.

I ordered a full bottle of whiskey and started drinking it straight from the bottle, the liquid burning down my throat like liquid fire with every harsh swallow. It scorched all the way to my stomach, spreading a false warmth that did nothing to touch the ice around my heart. But I kept drinking, Anything to drown out the image of Brandon thrusting into my mom, her shameless moans still ringing in my ears.

A woman dressed like a total slut, tight dress barely covering her ass sat beside me at the bar. I didn’t care who she was as The words spilled out of me between desperate gulps.

“He was f*****g my mom all this time ,” I slurred, my voice thick with whiskey and tears.

“My own fiancé… four years together… and I walked in on him balls deep inside her on our bed Moaning like she owned him.”

The woman’s mouth gasped open, her eyes wide with genuine shock as she stared at me. “No offense, babe… but your mom deserves a hard slap for that s**t. What kind of woman does that to her own daughter?”

She put a hand on my shoulder, her touch surprisingly warm and consoling. “I never knew you were this hurt. God, you look completely broken. I’m sure you feel so terrible right now. I’ve been there before, trust me — that soul-crushing kind of pain where you just want to disappear.”

I laughed bitterly, the sound cracking into a sob. The alcohol kept burning, making my throat raw, but I welcomed it. I fumbled with the glass on the counter, nearly knocking it over as I took another long pull straight from the bottle. My head was starting to spin, but the pain in my chest only grew sharper.

“Yeah… if it was me, I would probably kill myself,” the woman continued, shaking her head as she reached over and took a drink from my bottle too, like we were suddenly bonded by misery. “Who the f**k sleeps with their girlfriend’s mom? That’s some next level evil.”

No one ever valued me because I’m plus size, the whiskey loosening my mind.

These curves that I’ve hated being plus size from high school Everyone always said I was “pretty for a big girl,” but never enough to truly love. Brandon proved it Even my own mother chose to f**k the man who was supposed to be mine. Who would ever want someone like me? The girl who was bullied

I pray I find someone better… someone who looks at all this and doesn’t see something to mock or settle for.

If heartbreak could hurt like this, then all those movie stars screaming in romantic films were going through absolute hell every single day. My eyes were spinning now, the world tilting dangerously.

I pulled out my phone, trying to call Brandon one last pathetic time, but my fingers wouldn’t cooperate. I tossed the phone across the counter toward the bar attendant. “Here… take it. I don’t want to hear his voice ever again.”

“Ma’am, you have to take it easy on yourself,” the attendant said gently, sliding the phone back toward me. “I’m sure that man isn’t worth you.”

That broke me completely. I buried my face in my arms on the cold counter, sobbing loudly as all the insecurities I had buried for years poured out in ugly, heaving waves. “Nobody will ever love me… not like this. Not with this body. I’m just the fat girl everyone laughs at behind my back. Even my own mom and the man I gave everything to my dreams, my entire future . What’s wrong with me? Why am I never enough?”

The pain was too much. I staggered to my feet, throwing a wad of cash on the counter. “Keep the change,” I mumbled, my words slurring badly as I turned away.

I stumbled out of the club and back toward the motel, the cool night air hitting my face but doing nothing to sober me up. At the front desk, I managed to ask the receptionist for my room keys, my voice thick and unsteady.

“Thank you,” I said politely despite being completely drunk. She looked concerned but handed me the key without question.

My thoughts were a chaotic mess as I tried not to fall, gripping the wall for support while heading down the corridor. I reached the first door, fumbled with the keys for what felt like forever, and finally pushed it open.

Strange… the room was already open.

The inside was bathed in neon blue lights, soft songs playing low in the background. I was too drunk to care or question it. My hand stayed on the doorknob for balance as I slowly walked in, the world swaying around me.

That’s when I saw him shirtless man sitting in an armchair, the blue lights casting shadows over his broad, muscular chest and strong arms. I couldn’t make out his face clearly in my drunken haze. On the bed beside him lay a pair of handcuffs.

what in the hell was Going on ?

His deep, commanding voice sent shivers down my spine despite everything.

“Crawl to Daddy, pet!”