Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 131209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 656(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 437(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 656(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 437(@300wpm)
“My father has another family,” I blurted out. I had never told anyone that. The only person that knew was Landon. “I have other siblings that I’ve never even met or spoken to. My parents don’t even know that I know.”
She leaned forward on her desk with a sinister smile. “I see. Now what makes you think they don’t know?”
“They’ve never said anything. Nothing has changed since I found out.”
“Tsk… tsk… tsk… you have so much to learn. Just because it isn’t discussed, doesn’t mean it’s not known. I’m sure, I’m actually quite fucking positive that they are aware that you know. It’s much easier to sweep it under the rug like your father does with your mother’s feelings.”
I jerked back.
She shook her head and grinned. “You need to have much thicker skin than what you’re displaying, darling. If you give people a chance to even see vulnerability, they have you. Not because you want them to, it’s because you have allowed them to see inside your soul. You have given them a glimpse of your humanity and by that… I mean your mind. You never display what you’re feeling because, at the end of the day, it’s yours. And no one can take that away from you… unless you let them.”
I licked my lips in anxiety and anticipation.
She stood and walked over to me. “You remind me a lot of myself when I was your age. I didn’t always know the rules of how to play the game, but I did know which ones to follow and which ones…” She smiled. “…To sweep under the rug.”
“I understand.”
“No, you don’t… but you will. Just make sure you’re here for the right reasons, Brooke baby, because even if you don’t know”—she paused to let her words sink in—“I will.”
“I didn’t mean to lie to you, I just didn’t think—”
“I’d find out? Let me ask you again… do you think I’m fucking stupid?”
“Of course not.”
“Would you have told me? If I hadn’t brought it up, would you have said something?”
“I don’t know…”
She rolled her eyes. “You’re also a terrible fucking liar. Now I definitely know your parents are aware of the truth you so badly try to hide. What if Daddy wanted to play one night? Huh? And I set him up with you? How do you think that would have gone, darling?”
“I didn’t think about that.”
“Obviously.” She leaned against her desk, placing one leg over the other and unbuttoning her suit jacket.
She sighed. “I don’t want to start off on the wrong foot. I know you have so much fucking potential to become everything you want. Everything I already know you are. But don’t for one second think that you can run away from your daddy issues. I won’t have it. And I honestly don’t fucking care. You’re going to learn that men fuck. They fuck with their cocks, their mouths, and fingers. They even fuck you with their fists and feet, if you let them. They give you jewelry, money, and trips around the world; they’ll even buy you an island… just because they can. They want to prove to you that you’re worth something and you are. You’re worth the world, Brooke. But if you think that you’re going to find love and live happily ever after, then you’re in the wrong place. And there’s the door behind you. My VIPs sell their pussy and see the world. Do you understand me?”
I nodded.
“Good.”
“I’m sorry that I lied.”
She cocked her head to the side with a snide smile. “You didn’t lie, Brooke baby, you beheld the truth and in my book, that’s not lying, that’s survival. I’m assuming that Mommy and Daddy don’t know what you’re up to, hmmm? Seeing as you’re still in school.”
“Yes.”
“And I’m also safe to assume that you would like to keep it that way?” She shook her head. “I’m just trying to line up all my VIPs, you understand?”
“I do. And no… I would not like them to find out.”
She sucked in her bottom lip and then slowly pulled it out with her top teeth skimming it. “Now why is that? The truth, Brooke, no bullshit.”
“The truth… I’m doing this for me. Not them. My life is separate from my families. I don’t want their say or approval in what I do, since they never asked for mine in what they do,” I honestly declared.
She nodded. “I see. So you’re just returning the favor?”
“You could say that.”
“Huh… now what if I told you that I’m not okay with that? That would mean I couldn’t have them at parties, or send you to certain places, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera. It would mean loss of money for me and more time and effort to make sure you don’t cross paths. It seems like a lot of work for someone who hasn’t proved herself to me. So what makes you think that I’m willing to go the extra mile for you?” she asserted in a tone I couldn’t tell was serious or not.