Page 41 of Sweet Virgin

Curling my arms around my waist, I stood taller than I ever had before. Taking a step in, I poked his chest. “Everything you've ever done was for you, don't try and make it seem like it wasn't.”

“Allie—”

Holding up my hand, I cut him off. “I'm not done. All of this, everything from here on out, it's your fault. I never wanted this and look what you're doing to me.” Lowering my voice, I spoke through thinned lips. “I can't believe you, I can't believe you would let this happen, that you would let them ruin me like this. I'm your daughter for fuck sake.”

He tried to speak, he tried to interject and say something. But I ignored him, walking right past him and into Marc's office instead.

I didn't care what he had to say, not this time. He wanted this just as much as the rest of the asshole creators of'Sweet Virgin,'and he couldn't play it otherwise.

“Alaska, Honey, welcome back.” Marc stood up from behind his desk, holding his arms out to the side. “It's nice to see you again.”

Pursing my lips, my lids lowered as the corner of my nose twitched. I was ready to ream him a new asshole, make feel lower than dirt for forcing me back into this horrible place.

My father stepped in behind me, shutting the door. Marc glanced between us, a smug grin filling his face. The two were shooting blank stares at each other, signaling some inside trader shit that only they knew.

Stepping around to the front of his desk, he leaned against the edge and crossed his arms. “I know, I can tell by your face, you're not happy right now.” One hand came out, bouncing gently in the air. “But, hear me out, okay?”

Standing silent, I decided to just let him have his moment at the podium. I wanted to know how he was going to try and twist this whole ordeal into something I might agree to.

I would never agree to this, not by choice. But they had me hog-tied by that fucking picture. With the contract and that dirty pic, no court would rule in my favor.

Cupping his chin, Marc dipped his head into his chest. “Shit, if looks could kill.” Pausing, he took in a long slow breath. “Let me start by saying that I'm sorry we had to go about things this way. But you left, you signed a deal and you took off running and you never gave us the chance to make it work for you.”

Work for me!?

How was having sex with a man I didn't choose ever going to work for me?

Smacking his lips, Marc dragged his tongue over his teeth. “I do have good news for you. . .” Pointing at me, he swirled his finger in a tight circle. “That picture, that can disappear, it can be erased like it never happened, if. . .”

My brow shot up, head falling to my shoulder. “If what?”

Throwing his arms up, he smiled. “She speaks!”

My father laughed, lowering himself into the chair at my side. “He's got it all figured out, Honey, just listen.” Flipping his hand at Marc to keep going, he lifted his foot over his knee.

I hated how he looked so comfortable, like this was just another business meeting where he was tossing out his pitch. But it wasn't the same, it never was.

This was about me, about my life and my body, and he failed to see it. . .Again.

“So we know now,obviously—”Fiddling on his desk, he pulled out a much larger version of the image that was sent to me. “You're not a virgin anymore and we can keep that between us, only we'll know, the world doesn't have to.”

“Are you fucking with me? Do you really think that because I'm not a virgin anymore that I'd look at this whole thing differently?”

One hand found the trim of his desk, curling over firmly as he flicked the paper straight, taking a good long look. “That's what your problem was right? You didn't want Garrett to be your first? Now you went out, you did it, it's all done. You had your fun, you got your fancy on, so the show should be no problem now.”

“Are you delusional? It wasn't just Garrett, it wasn't just that I wanted to go out and have sex. I wish you would just fucking stop with all this bullshit! Just stop all of this, it's wrong, it's unethical! Can't you see that?” Throwing my arms up, I let them snap to my hip. “I don't want to do your fucking show, I don't want you to force me into it, blackmail me to do it, or ruin Kealan's life just because of me.”

How can they not see how horrible this is?

It was like their entire world was strictly onscreen, oblivious to the real damage they were about to cause. I couldn't fathom how they could live with themselves or how they could even think this was the solution.

They could find another virgin, the world was filled with them. I certainly was not the only one. But blackmailing me? That was low and out right cold-hearted.

“Kealen. . . So that's the mystery man, good to know. Alaska,” Marc said, lowering his tone. “Here's what you're going to do. . .” Setting the picture down, he started counting off the demands on his fingers. “One, you're coming back, starting tomorrow. Two, you cannot see or sleep with that man again. And three, you go through with every last detail of the paper you signed, and we don't leak this to the press or sue you.”

“Honey,” my father said, reaching out for my hand. “This is a good deal for you. If you don't do the show, we'll be forced to take legal action. And not just against you, but him too. Is that what you want?”

I couldn't believe what they were saying. My jaw fell open as I let out a loud sigh and tore my hand from my father's. “You guys are insane!” Dragging my hands through my hair, I fell back against the door.“Why?Why can't you just let me go? Why do you need me? Go find another virgin!”

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