Chapter 7.
Dad? Dad’s best friend? No. No… this can’t be happening… her eyes moved from Mitchell then back to Alessio. This can’t be happening. The man who had spread her legs wide and f****d her p***y good was her dad’s best friend?
Isadora’s heart pounded in her chest as his eyes dragged across her body, slowly unraveling and accentuating every curve like it was his first glance of her.
His expression looked calm and collected, but she didn’t know what was going through his mind.
What if? What if he got angry? What if he flared up? What if he turned to Mitchell, yelled and called her a fool for bringing a call girl to his house?
Her mind raced with a thousand more possibilities and she just stood there, legs wobbling in fear.
Mitchell stood between them, staring at her father then
