Take Me, Daddy
he said, getting the fuck out.
As he left, a chick twirled in, heels clicking like she owned the damn place. Janet. She flopped into a chair, tossing her bag on the floor like it was trash. “Oh my fucking god, Father, I hate her fucking guts. I can’t do this shit,” she whined, voice dripping with poison.
“What’s the deal, daughter? Someone fuck with you?” Ronald asked, pouring wine and sliding it to her, his tone chill but digging.
“That bitch always gets the hottest guys. You dragged me to Los Angeles to get humiliated by her? She’s a fucking cunt, and I’m done with this mission,” Janet spat, chugging the wine in one go, holding out her hand for more, eyes blazing with hate.