Please Me, Daddy
Then I’d never have to see him again.
Everything would be—
“Oh my fucking God,” Eleanor gasped.
I looked up, halfway through chewing. “What? Do you know who he is?”
Eleanor didn’t answer. Instead, she slowly looked up from her phone, a slow, satisfied smirk curling onto her face.
My stomach dropped.
Oh no. That smirk. I hated that mischievous little twist of her lips.
“Grace,” she said, her voice filled with way too much glee. “If this is the man you spent the night with, your little ‘return the money and apologize’ plan? Yeah, it won’t be that simple.”