The setup.

Lily's POV

"What on earth are you saying?!"

"You heard us right." My mother snapped, her brown eyes glaring down at me. "You're going to sleep with Ford Maxwell so your sister can work in that model agency. She has always wanted to and you know it!"

I stood at the door, staring at my family in horror. The Morgans. An almost perfect family with a very unwanted daughter. My parents made no effort to hide that they didn't want me. Hell sometimes, I wondered if they were my parents at all.

I glanced past my mother at my father who sat on the couch in the living room, acting like the conversation wasn't happening right before him. He never really did care about me. It didn't matter that our hair were the same Chestnut brown, or that our eyes were hazel, or that we had the same allergies and traits.

To Clinton Morgan, I simply did not exist.

"Why do I have to sleep with anyone? I don't understand," I threw back at my mother. I had just arrived from my work at the coffee shop where I worked my ass off to pay my tuition loan and I was tired and needed a shower so badly. Yet, I had barely closed the door behind me before my family threw their shenanigans at me.

It didn't matter that I saw an expensive pair of shoes, along with the box and label, on the table and my mother had boldly said it belonged to my sister. For her new job, she had said.

I wondered briefly why they had gotten someone who hadn't landed a job yet shoes that were worth thrice of my tuition loan, yet they allowed me to work different part time jobs just to make ends meet.

"Shall I explain into simple little terms since you're so stupid?"

My shoulders dropped at the voice of my narcissist sister. When I hadn't heard her speak in the past five minutes, I had hoped she wasn't around. But of course, like always, my hopes were dashed.

She walked down the stairs, looking as ethereal as always. For the twenty one years I had lived, I had always faded in comparison to Natalie. She was prettier. Brown eyes like my mother and silky soft mocha brown hair. She knew she was beautiful and she flaunted it however she wanted. She was slender and it made her 5"7 frame look taller than mine when in reality, we were the same height.

She had a smug look on her face as she approached, her short halter gown looked like her ass would be hanging out of it.

"Natalie, whatever this is, it doesn't make any sense. I'm not sleeping with anyone!" I told her firmly. My family had managed to force me to do so many things for Natalie in the past.

But not this. Sleep with someone? Had they gone mad?! I hadn't preserved my virginity for twenty one years only to throw it all away for my sister!

"You are and you will!" She hissed. "I need to be hired by Ford Maxwell as a model. His company is the largest modeling agency, and this is my chance! Don't you want your sister to be famous? Just think about it, Natalie Morgan, a renowned model, all over billboards-"

"–I still don't see how that relates to me sleeping with him," I replied, pressing my lips in a thin line.

She moved closer, standing toe to toe with me. Her perfume was quite strong, and I took a step back.

"That sleazy old bag said if I wanted to be one of his models, he had to sleep with me first. He's disgusting. So I can't do that, you have to. You'll go, in my place, he'll think he's sleeping with Natalie and tomorrow, I'll be called to the agency. It's a win!"

I stared at her, jaw slacked for a minute before fury burned in my veins.

"You're sick!" I yelled, shoving her away from me. "Do you realize how you sound right now? How can you be so selfish?! You all have always neglected me, and I haven't complained about it, not once. But this? This is unacceptable!"

I walked past her, ignoring my mother's yells at me. I would have to leave this house someday. It was getting unbearable to remain…

A hand covered my face with a napkin, and I shrieked in surprise. The hand pressed down on my face harder and slowly, I felt my muscles grow heavy. The room spun around me and just before I fell to the ground, I saw my father standing above me, a napkin in his hands.

He had drugged me.

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"Ma'am?! Ma'am!"

My eyes snapped open connecting with the white ceiling above me. There was a dull headache that slowly grew prominent as I became aware of my surroundings.

It wasn't my room.

Where the hell was I?

"You have to leave, Ma'am!"

I looked in the direction of voice to see a woman dressed in a black blazer and skirt, standing beside me.

"Wh... What?" I croaked. What did she mean I had to leave?

"It is noon, ma'am, your payment has expired and other guests will have to occupy the room soon. You have thirty minutes to leave."

And with that, she walked out of the room.

What payment was she talking about? I groaned, trying to sit up. Cool air whipped against my body, and my eyes widened.

Naked. I was naked!

I looked down to see red marks and bruises all over my breasts and stomach. What on earth had happened last night? The headache hit harder and I groaned, clutching my head in pain, trying to remember. The memories were foggy, and I could recall only flashes.

I could remember being carried. I could remember the faint voices arguing as they tore off my clothes and shoved another set of clothes on me.

"Molly won't last long!" I had heard Natalie say. "We have to get her to the hotel room now!"

Molly. They had drugged me with a sex drug?!

I remember being carried again.

"Is it room 57 or 67?!" I had heard my mother say.

I remember being dumped on a bed in a dimly lit room. And then I remembered when he entered.

I could feel it - his tall, brooding frame filling the room. The way he grunted felt so masculine and youthful.

By the time he came close and I wrapped my arms around him, I felt all the muscles everywhere I should. The one brush my hand felt over his stomach, I could feel all his biceps and knew that he either gymed a lot or he did something which warrantied him to walk about.

Certainly not the trait of an old man. But then again, I was drugged and hardly knew what I was doing.

I could hear a loud scream. It was mine. And then there was darkness.

I glanced down at my naked body again and a lone tear slid down my face. I had lost it.