Daddy’s Good Girl
I said weakly, feeling my stomach turn queasy.
“No, honey. I'm blackmailing you. There's a difference,” He chuckled. “So here’s the deal, You can keep pretending our contract is over, and Isaiah gets this and the full video in all its spiciness. Or you can be a dear and we'll continue our business, the big guy doesn't find out about your little secret. Your choice.”
As if there was any choice at all.
My body slumped back into my chair, the fight draining out of me no matter how much I hated it. Every memory of Detroit came rushing back - blackmailing that poor woman, Rafael’s hands on me, the terror I felt.