AllFreeNovel
Share Us
I should be disgusted with myself. This man was married to my mother… But only I know that their marriage wasn’t what everyone thought it was. I never knew why, but I know for a fact there was no love between them. I’d be surprised if they’d ever had sex. The idea churns in my stomach. He got away with so much, and now I like the idea of making him pay.
With pure annoyance on his face, he says, “How much will it take?”
I frown. “What?”
“To not blast this to the tabloids. If anyone hears that I did this to my stepdaughter…”
“First, I’m not your stepdaughter, Alistair. I never was and we both know it. Second, you think I would blackmail you for money? Like I set this up or something?”
“Did you?”
I feel annoyed at his accusation, heat rising in my face. “No!”
Something flashes across his eyes. “Have you done this before?”
“I don’t have to answer to you.”
He leans closer. “Have. You. Done. This. Before?”
Because of his tone, I think better than giving him a smart arsed reply. “No. It’s my first night on the job if you must know. What a twist of fate, eh?”
He turns, his shoulders sagging as he paces again. “But this is your job now? A fucking prostitute?”
“Hey, you can’t judge me when you’re the one using a fucking prostitute!”
“This can’t be happening,” he mutters. “It’s not happening.”
“Uh, what?”
“You’re not doing this.” He waves his hand between us. “With any other man, Charlize. It’s not happening. Over my dead body.”
I snort a laugh. “You just had your cock down my throat, Daddy. I really don’t think you’re in any position to lecture me on what I can and can’t do. I’m thirty years old.”
“I told you not to call me that.” He leans back against the wall and for a half a second, I feel sorry for him.
Then I think about how he abandoned me and left me with that witch of a woman back in Australia.
I want to yell at him.
Scream at him.
Tell him how much he hurt me.
But I don’t do any of those things because my body is on fucking fire. I shouldn’t be feeling like this, not toward him of all people. It’s wrong. Morally is just the tip of the iceberg. He made me come like goddamn thunder, and I admit I wanted more. For a second there, I pretended it wasn’t him with his mouth on my most sensitive area and I got wrapped up in the moment. Sue me.
“I’ll just get my shit and go.” I pull my dress back into place as I rummage around on the floor trying to find my shoes.
“No.”
I glance up. “What?”
“No, you’re not going to get your shit and go anywhere. We need to talk about this.”
“There isn’t a whole lot to talk about, old boy. I’m really tired. And I’m supposed to stay the entire night so I get paid. If Daphne finds out I left early…”
“She won’t find out.”
I sigh with relief. Okay. So that means he won’t rat me out. That’s good. Does that mean I’ll still get the money? I need the fucking money, and I’ve decided that I bloody well earned it tonight.
