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Okay. This wasn’t like any party I’d ever been to. The invitation said a costume party and my weasel of an uncle made sure to pick the sluttiest one available.
At least I fit in.
Chiseled muscle, bronzed skin, and supple legs are all on display from the various festive costumes. There are more sexy Santas and dolled-up busty elves than I’ve ever seen in one place. My eyes skim through the half-naked crowd, taking it all in.
It’s a wonder they didn’t card me at the door with the going-ons I witness.
“Hey, sweetheart.”
A lithe blonde walks by on stilettoes that make her legs look like they never end. My gaze travels up the length of her body and lands on a set of green eyes a similar shade to mine.
I give a little wave. “Hey to you too.”
“Here, you look like you could use this more than me.”
The blonde winks at me and passes me a glass of champagne before walking off.
“Thank you,” I whisper as her male companion takes his eyes off my breasts long enough to give me a smile.
She was right.
I sip at the bubbly liquid and sigh inwardly as the light alcohol soothes my frazzled nerves.
Among the party-goers are men three times my age who don’t hide the fact that they are caressing my ample curves over their wives’ heads, clearly fucking me with their eyes.
I scrunch my nose and scowl when I recognize a few from business functions my uncle hosted at his home, others are new-to-me faces.
I tug at the hem of my skirt, but not too hard or my breasts will slip from their silky confinement. It was a constant battle of lesser of two evils.
How the hell did I get myself into this mess? Oh right, by being the good girl. I followed the rules and here I am. A pawn in someone else’s game.
After my mother died and I landed with my only living relative, I worked my ass off to earn a scholarship to Brown University because I promised myself I would never end up like her—a drug addict running from one fix to another, one man’s bed to another.
Now my uncle is holding my full college ride over my head, as collateral to get what he wants. As if I only have it because of him.
He might be right. He did give me a home when I would have been placed in the system. But that didn’t mean I had to like it.
Deep pockets earn you deeper connections in the messed-up world, and unlucky for me, William has all the right strings at his disposal if I screw this up. A tug here and a pull there and my whole future would crumble around my feet.
For the second time.
Resolve thickens around my spine and I lift my chin. I can do this. I have to if I want to finally be free of the man that has controlled every aspect of my life for the past six years.
The plan I’m supposed to follow goes like this: Get in, flash some skin—well more skin than I already am—and snap some compromising pictures with my uncle’s boss with a minor.
Easy in theory.
Why, you ask? Well my uncle, the rat bastard that he is, has his eye on the CEO position of Savage Ink—Chicago’s finest marketing firm worth billions.
Bigger paycheck, higher connections, and more power all sit at the top of William’s Christmas wish list.
He always wanted what wasn’t his.
He’s convinced a little game of holiday blackmail is all it will take to land him at the top with the current CEO, who happens to also be the owner, out on his ass.
If it was up to me, I would fire my uncle from his already lucrative, well-paying job as Savage Ink’s chief financial officer. Frankly, I’m surprised it hasn’t happened yet since I know for a fact he’s suspected of skimming money from Chicago’s wealthiest man and owner of Savage Ink.
My dirty little secret? I happen to know the truth behind those suspicions and have the proof to back it up.
