The Fae Book 2: Burr and Daisy

Chapter 4: Unworthy

I'd grabbed my stomach as I'd heard Burr's vicious words wash over me like boiling water, burning my skin off all the way to the bone. I'd been on my way home when I realized I'd forgotten my sunglasses on the back deck and had come back for them. I'd knocked on the front door, but no one answered, so I just went into the house as I usually did. They never locked it, except at night. Hearing voices in the back, I made my way toward them when I heard my name on Oberon's lips and froze in horror as I listened to him list the many and various ways I was not attractive to him. 

Not good enough for him. 

Not worthy enough for him.

The first time Oberon and I had sex, he'd broken my heart when he called it a mistake.

Let's just chalk it up to a drunken mistake and pretend it never happened.

The second time we'd had sex, he'd shattered my heart when he tried to sneak out and told me that would be the last time he'd be having sex with me.

Each time we've fucked it's been a mistake. This can't happen again. It won't be happening again.

But hearing his words tonight? If I thought he'd decimated my heart two times before, that was nothing compared to hearing him disparage absolutely everything about me. Every last fucking thing.

The splintered pieces that were left of my heart were ground into dust under the crushing weight of his words. There was nothing left. Nothing but ashes.

Hearing someone you love take you apart bit by bit and deem you unworthy destroys you in ways you can't even begin to fathom. I knew I'd been referred to as the nice girl all my life, especially being friends with Harmony and Raine. They were stunning, beautiful girls and the plainness of my face stood out in sharp contrast to the exquisite perfection of theirs. So I'd been OK with being known as the nice girl -- there were worse things you could be. Until I learned today that it didn't even matter to Oberon.

Yeah, Daisy's a nice girl, and that's the most you can say about her, Nan, but nice isn't enough.

The most you could say about me wasn't enough. I should really feel grateful he'd been willing to fuck me twice considering he didn't find me good enough in any other way.

You know I need someone worthy to stand beside me. A woman who's beautiful, intelligent, elegant, regal. Daisy doesn't even come close. 

Oberon Hughes was a beautiful man with an incredible future ahead of him. That much had always been obvious about him. There were just some people in life who seemed to be charmed, and he was one of them. I'd fallen for his charisma and I'd believed him when he'd whispered I was his Daisy and I was sexy. But then his rant to his grandmother had told me those sweet words that had meant so much to me were nothing but dirty little lies uttered in the heat of the moment.

She's absolutely nothing special to look at, has a little too much padding around the edges and she barely made it through high school. Not even close to good enough wife material for me. I need a queen, not a damn cook. 

Plain.

Fat.

Stupid.

Nothing I hadn't heard throughout my life multiple times, but hearing it from the man I'd loved for so long? How do you come back from that? And the little jab at my job that I loved so much? Devastating. I was doing something I loved, something I was actually really good at, bringing a little bit of joy into people's lives with melt-in-your-mouth goodies that I'd created from scratch -- and he'd mocked it as an unworthy profession for someone of his caliber to be associated with. My job and I were beneath him.