Forbidden Temptation My Mafia Fiance's Alpha Father

Chapter 107

Brooklyn

Jolie seats me at the kitchen table while she fixes us both another drink.

When she slides into the seat across from me, her face is gentler and more considerate than it was before.

Jolie 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.

"Brooklyn," 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 in

an industry that has no shame about taking men's money in exchange for turning them on.

"It's okay, Brooklyn," Jolie encourages me softly. "You can tell me what you think, you won't hurt my feelings."

"I guess-no. I don't have any problem with sex work, as long as women are respected when and aren't exploited. It's just something I've ever imagined myself doing."

"To begin," Jolie declares, her voice soft, "I don't think that this is sex work. This contract," she says, pointing at it, "actually doesn't say anything about sex."

look towards it suddenly, curious. I mean, I hadn't

to be asking you for here is discretion. He wants to be involved with you, romantically and sexually, but he wants to control the terms and he'd like you not to blab to the press or

another sip of

like to give you, well... a ridiculous amount of money. Seriously, Brooklyn, if you turn this down ask him if he's

her and snatching

her mouth. "You like

I murmur, glaring at her, and she laughs, taking a swig and returning

look here, inviting me to tell her she's wrong, "that you like it there. But if you don't, we can pawn that gigantic engagement ring right now and get you on the next

I say, a little grim. "I don't know what it

She shrugs.

viable forever, that's not going to get me a white picket fence and the American dream. But honestly, that's not what I want anyway. Baby, you have to

sister through my lashes, finally ready to admit what I want. What

steadily holds my gaze. "You want

met. The way he makes me feel... what he does to my body...

of smiling as I expect, Jolie looks

an easy path. But I get it." She wrinkles her nose at me. "He's really

and pressing my other to my face, covering my eyes. "Oh my god, Jolie," I laugh. "You

laughing harder. "If he were really ugly, I would tell you to leave, but come on Brooklyn, at least he looks like someone who

IMS

I gasp, ripping my hand from my face

Brooklyn," she says, letting my hand go and sitting back in her chair. "What do you think you two

to do, play checkers?" She rolls her eyes

sitting back in my chair, staring

headed, it sounds like

do