4 | What?!

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4 | What?!

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{ A/N: Sorry guys, I don't know what else to name the chapter 😂. Continue my beautiful cutecakes 🍰 }

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Jack J's POV

I don't know what to say. So I run to the room that I was in, at least I think it is. I quickly shut the door and jump on the bed with my face down in the pillow.

I cry at the fact that I am now, a prostitute. My life is really fucked up. This is yet, one of the worst things that has happened to me. Which means, I have far more of this shitty life to go.

Why does the universe hate me so much? Someone please explain.

What feels like years later, one of those guys came in. I feel the bed dip beside me as he sits down.

"Jack, what's wrong?" the voice belongs to Daddy. { This is so weird for me to write. Like you do not understand 😂 }

I sit up, aggravated. "What do you mean what's wrong? I'm a fucking prostitute!" I yell in frustration.

"First of all, lower your voice please. And second, so what?" he shrugs.

"Do you know what this mean?" I try to calm down as he shrugs, "It means I'll have to go around having sex with creepy dudes for money. That also means, that I can get aids and boom," I snap my fingers to put emphasis on 'boom', "Just like that, my life ends. Do you think I want that to happen?"

"Well that's why condoms were invented. Duh!"

"Guess what, smartass? Condoms can fucking break."

"Fine. If it makes you feel any better, you don't have to go around having sex. You can be my assistant, okay?"

I sit there in silence, with a smile creeping up into a smile.

"Really?" I exclaim, wiping my tears away.

"Yes. And just because you're now my favorite, doesn't mean that you can do what you want."

"Okay, that's cool with me! Thank you, Daddy!"

I squeal in excitement and pounce on him, happily. I peck him all over his face. While I'm doing this, our hips rub against each other and I start to get hard. I can feel him getting hard too.

"Okay, stop now because I'm getting horny. I'm pretty sure you already know what happens next and I don't want that to happen,"

I frown in a playful manner, and lean closer to his face. I lightly brush my bottom lip against his ear and whisper, "But, what if I want that to happen, Daddy?"

He flips us over, and grinds lightly against my hard on. I bite my lip seductively, while he licks his. He runs his soft hand down my belly.

"Then it'll happen, baby."

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