CHAPTER 8

JASMINE

"You are late," Madam Bessie, in charge of the girls, hissed as soon as I walked into her anteroom, ready to be carted off to my stepdad.

Ugh, that sounded dirty. I didn’t mean for it to sound like that. I was here strictly on business and business only. I was going to expose that lying, cheating bastard’s ass once and for all tonight, and that was why I was wearing my emerald green dress instead of some s.l.u.tty lingerie. The dress had a deep neckline that hugged my plump t.i.ts and waist before flaring out and ending just above my knees.

I definitely did not pick...