My Stepbrother's Dirty Little Secret novel Chapter 153

Chapter 153

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Chapter 153

I would have been perfect until my Mom tried to tell me that there was nothing wrong with me, that I was “normal ” and “perfect just the way I am…”

“You could be so much more,” I murmured to myself, smoothing the wet strands of hair away from my forehead. I could almost feel his heavy hand on my shoulder, “But you could be so much better. You’re just not trying hard enough. Just a little further, Gianna. Just a little more pressure.”

I kissed my own shoulder, the skin cold and damp, exactly where he used to grip me to keep me from turning away from the page.

“Dry your eyes,” I told myself, “Don’t be a disappointment. “Daddy loves you. And Daddy doesn’t like a mess.

My beautiful little mess-A deep voice choked in the back of my mind but I snapped out of it.

I stood up, and wiped the water and the spit from my chin, staring at the red handprints on my cheeks in the mirror. The marks were symmetrical. Perfect. He would have liked that.

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“Your mother is probably losing her mind, Gianna. It’s not fair to her. Just go home!” Mama D snapped.

I didn’t even look at her. The letters on the back of a nearby beer crate were vibrating, sliding over one another like insects, and I had to focus on making them sit still. I furrowed my eyebrows, forcing the world into a straight line. “No. I’m going. Bri, where did you say this place was?”

Brianna shrugged, her face pale as she yanked up the lace of her bodysuit. “I don’t know. These people are lowkey as hell about their business. They don’t give an address. They just send their own blacked-out cars with drivers.”

“How much?” I asked. I stared into the small compact mirror, shoving a bright blue contact lens onto my eye. It stung, a sharp, cold prick that felt better than the numbness.

“They said they’d take every girl we have,” Brianna whispered, her hands shaking. “They told us to name a price. Whatever we want. But… there’s a catch. There’s extra money if we agree to do more than just the stage work. You

know. Acts.”

“What kind of acts?”

Jasmine stepped into my space, her shadow towering over me, “The kind that aren’t any of your business, G. Emma and I are handling the handsy ones. You aren’t getting fucked for a paycheck, Gianna. Period.”

My head snapped toward her, my neck popping with the sudden movement. “Neither should you! Why are you acting like your skin is worth less than mine?”

“Gianna, what is actually wrong with you right now?” Emma cut in, looking at me like I was a car crash she couldn’t look away from. “We’re all losing it over Morgan, but we aren’t letting you throw yourself away for this. Tasha, Jas, Bri, me… we’ve done the extra credit for clients before. We know how to turn our brains off. But you and Morgan? That was the one rule. It stays that way.”

I felt a hysterical laugh bubbling up in my chest. I looked down at my hands, at the faint red marks I left there hours ago, and felt a wave of pure, unfiltered self-loathing.

My body wasn’t a temple, it was a piece of meat that had been failing me for twenty years.

“I could do it,” I said, “If the bag is big enough, why not? It’s not like I’ve had any action in years anyway. Trust me, I’m starving for it. My body is just… It doesn’t even feel like it’s mine most of the time.”

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Chapter 153

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I wondered what Daddy would think of me now. Would he be proud of how much pain I could take without crying? Would he finally say I was a fast learner?

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