My Boyfriend’s Possessive Daddy Read Online Lena Little

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Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 37733 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
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“Elodie, look, I’m sorry. I was out of line, and I didn’t take your feelings into consideration. I was just frustrated because we’d both been looking forward to the show for⁠—”

“No, Ben. You were looking forward to the show. I didn’t really give a damn about it,” I snap. “That’s the way things have always been. Our relationship has always been about you and what you wanted. You’ve never thought about what I want.”

“That’s not true, Elodie.”

“It is true and I’m tired of it. I’m not going to deal with it anymore.”

On the screen, I can see Ben growing frustrated. He frowns and his expression tightens. He wants to yell at me. He wants to badger and berate me just like he always does. He wants to bully me into submission like he always does. But he’s doing his best to keep himself in check. For the first time, I’m not afraid of him. I’m not intimidated. I’m not on the verge of giving in to him. I know I don’t have to betray myself by letting Ben have his way like I’ve done every single day for the last year.

I don’t know, maybe it’s simply because we’re on opposite sides of the country giving me this sense of courage. Maybe it’s because I’m not standing in front of him, looking into his eyes that I’m not wilting. It might be the fact that I’m here in Emerson, and it imbues me with a strength that’s not natural to me. Honestly, I know I’m different. I don’t know what it is, but for some reason, I’m stronger. And more than anything, I know I don’t need to appease Ben or sacrifice my wants and needs for his approval.

I honestly don’t understand where this is coming from. It pains me to say, but I’ve always been something of a doormat. I’ve always had a bad habit of giving in and betraying myself to keep other people happy. And I’ve got a long history of picking the wrong guys to be with. Guys who think love is telling me what to do and getting upset when I have the temerity to think for myself. Although it kills me to admit, I’ve spent my life being weak. Standing up for myself has never been part of my DNA. Something’s changed in me, though. I don’t understand it, don’t know what’s sparked this change in me, but I like it.

“Come home, Elodie,” Ben says. “Let’s work this out.”

“There’s nothing to work out. We’re over.”

“I love you, sweetheart. We can get past this.”

“Ben, I don’t know how I can be any clearer with you. We are done. I don’t ever want to see you again. Do you understand?”

His lips curl back in a sneer, and his eyes narrow to slits. When I first answered the call, he was as close to conciliatory and repentant as I’d ever seen him. But now that I’m not giving him what he wants, the mask slips, and the true Ben Jennings shines through. He hasn’t changed. He’s simply changed his tactics.

“We’re not done, Elodie. We’re not done until I say we’re done.”

I shake my head. “No. We’re done because I say we’re done.”

“Elodie, get your ass on the next flight home. We are going to work this out and⁠—”

I disconnect the call and let out a breath of relief. The pressure that had been building in my chest since the moment I saw him calling dissipates, and I can actually breathe. A sense of satisfaction settles down over me as I walk back toward the house. I’m strong.

I’m free.

12

ETHAN

“It’s weird, in all the years I lived here, I don’t think I’ve ever hiked this trail,” she says.

“Did you do a lot of hiking?” I ask.

“Well, to be honest, not really,” she replies. “I was always more of an indoor girl. I was always inside reading and writing.”

I laugh. “I’d think that taking your laptop out and sitting amongst the natural beauty of this place would be inspiring.”

“And dirty. And hot. And full of bugs. And gross.”

Shaking my head, I chuckle. “You grew up here. How are you so squeamish?”

“I’m squeamish because I grew up here.”

Still laughing, I step through the screen of bushes and to our destination. Elodie steps out behind me and pauses, a quiet gasp floating from her lips as she takes in the view.

“What do you think?” I ask.

“It’s … amazing.”

High atop a bluff, we stare down at the town of Emerson in the valley below. Sunlight glints off the serpentine river that runs alongside the town, and in the distance, the dark, brooding Smoky Mountains stand sentinel. A gentle breeze stirs the tall grass and bushes around us, and the air reverberates with birdsong.

“I come out here when I want to get away from it all for a while,” I say. “It’s totally isolated and nobody comes up here. The view is breathtaking. And it’s so⁠—”



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