“After I fuck you,” his hand curls around my chin painfully, “you no longer fuck my father.” “Are you asking me to quit my job?” I smirk. “What?” “I’m a prostitute.” I roll my eyes. “And Daddy is a good client.” He rolls off me and sits at the edge of the bed. “Why are you fucking my father and how is it you can slam a blade into someone’s head from across the room?”
