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

with you, romantically and sexually, but he wants to control the terms and he'd like you not to

sip of her

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

at her and snatching

quips, smirking at me and lifting her drink to her mouth. "You like him. You don't like me putting his name in my

glaring at her, and she laughs,

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 ring right now

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

She shrugs.

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

my lip, looking up at my sister through my lashes, finally ready to admit what I want. What I've wanted

steadily holds my gaze.

something about him since the moment we met. The way he makes me feel... what he

I expect,

won't be an easy path. But I get it." She wrinkles her

burst out laughing, squeezing my sister's hand and pressing my other to my face, covering my eyes. "Oh my god, Jolie," I

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

IMS

ripping my hand from

she says, letting my hand go and sitting back in her

play checkers?" She rolls

ignoring her and sitting back in my chair, staring at the

way this is headed, it sounds like you were going to fuck him anyway. May as well

how do