Seducing My Ex's Ruthless Dad
“Now, prove you’re not a coward.”
My stomach twists. This isn’t my Chad. This is a stranger wearing his face.
Melissa steps closer, smirking.
“Take it off,” she orders, her tone gleeful. “Everything but your underwear.”
Heat floods my cheeks, but I comply, stripping off my dress with trembling fingers. The thin fabric sticks to my skin, damp from sweat and mist. I stand in my bra and panties, arms wrapped around myself, feeling exposed and humiliated.
Chad’s gaze roams over me, slow and possessive. For a brief, stupid moment, I think he might call it off. That he’ll laugh, pull me into his arms, and tell me this was just a fucked-up joke.
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