Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

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her

Janeen seats me at the kitchen table while she fixes us both another drink. When she slides into the seat across from me, face is gentler and more considerate than it was before. I sigh, grateful for it – Janeen has always teased me, and I don’t really care about that, but this is the big sister I came to see. The one who I know has my back through anything.

“Fay,” she starts gently. “Does this contract make you feel like a

whore?”

“Um,” I hesitate, awkward, but really considering her question. “I guess…that was my knee jerk reaction? That he was asking me to be his whore, to pay me for sex?”

“And would that be a…bad thing?” she asks carefully, her hands wrapped around her drink. “To be paid for sex?”

I blush as I look away from my sister, realizing that I might have done something very wrong here. I mean, my sister doesn’t get paid to have sex with people – at least, I don’t think she does – but she’s certainly in an industry that has no shame about taking men’s money in exchange for turning them on.

“It’s okay, Fay,” Janeen encourages me softly. “You can tell me

what you think, you won’t hurt my feelings.”

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they do it and aren’t exploited. I’m just not sure that it’s something I’ve ever imagined myself doing.” I look down

knowing why.

Kent is asking you to be a hooker. That’s a much more defined arrangement – sex exclusively in exchange for money. This contract,” she says, pointing at it, “actually doesn’t say anything about

up and look towards it suddenly, curious.

it

quietly. “What he

his enemies about it. And in exchange for your discretion, he’d like to give you, well,” she laughs a little here, running a hand through her hair

I scold, frowning at her and snatching the

away.

she quips, smirking at me and

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him. You don’t like me putting his name in my

mouth.”

murmur, glaring at her, and she laughs,

take a sip