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."

doesn't?" I sit up and look towards it suddenly, curious. I mean, I hadn't read it closely,

wants to be involved with you, romantically and sexually,

sip of her

in exchange for your discretion, he'd like to give you, well... a ridiculous amount of

scold, frowning at her and

drink to her mouth. "You like him. You don't like me putting his name in

other things," I murmur, glaring at her, and she laughs, taking a swig and returning her glass

continues. "It all comes down to what 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 you like it there. But if you don't, we can pawn that gigantic engagement

in the eye. "You're right," I say, a little grim. "I don't know what it is

She shrugs.

a career path that's 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 figure out

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

holds my gaze. "You want

something about him since the moment we met. The

I expect, Jolie looks

get it." She wrinkles her nose at me.

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

really ugly, I would tell you to leave, but come on Brooklyn, at least he looks like someone who is

IMS

I gasp, ripping my hand from my face and

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

do, play checkers?" She

her and sitting back

gentle again. "I mean, the way this is headed, it sounds like you were going to fuck him

how do I