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 read it

be involved with you, romantically and sexually, but

another sip of her

ridiculous amount of money. Seriously, Brooklyn, if you turn this down ask him if he's

frowning at her and

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

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

she 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 ring right now and get you on the next plane to

"You're right," I say, a little grim. "I don't know what it is about this world, Jolie. But

She shrugs.

me that this is not a career path that's viable forever, that's not going to get me a white picket fence and the American dream.

at my sister through my lashes, finally ready to

my gaze. "You

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

smiling as I expect, Jolie looks

I get it." She wrinkles

covering my eyes. "Oh

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

IMS

hand from my face

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

play checkers?" She rolls her

sigh, ignoring her and sitting back in my chair,

is headed, it sounds

do