Groomed By My Steamy Daddy
she ordered quietly, “you need to see what you gave away for free.”
The video played, and I could not escape it, my chest tightening as I saw myself with Dante, heard my own voice, saw the trust in my eyes, and tears slid down my temples and into my hair because I could not even wipe them away.
“He does not care about you,” Geneva said calmly as the video continued, “men like him never do, and you humiliated yourself thinking you were special.”
I shook my head weakly, sobbing silently, my body trembling.
“I had this weeks ago,” she added casually, “your little friend Samantha made sure of that, she was very helpful.”
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