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."

suddenly,

you, romantically and sexually, but he wants to control the terms

takes another sip of her

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

at her and snatching

mouth. "You

her, and she laughs, taking a swig and returning her glass

you want. Because you're already deep within this world, and I think," she gives me a careful look here, inviting me to tell her she's wrong, "that

"I don't know what it is about this world,

She shrugs.

forever, that's not going to get me a white picket fence and the American dream. But honestly, that's

my lashes, finally ready to admit

holds my

since the moment we met. The way

as I expect, Jolie looks

get it." She wrinkles her nose

face, covering my eyes. "Oh my god, Jolie," I laugh. "You have

to leave, but come on Brooklyn, at least he looks like someone who is going to rip your panties off

IMS

my hand from my face

letting my hand go and sitting back in her chair. "What do you think you

play checkers?" She rolls

and sitting back in

gentle again. "I mean, the way this is headed, it sounds like

how do I do