I was selling myself. That's what.Yesterday I told this man I couldn't be with him because I didn't want to be hurt ever again, and twenty-four hours later he found me on stage selling my body.
Suddenly, the clash of emotions makes me want to get away from him as fast as I can, regardless of feeling awestruck that he thought I was worth fifteen million dollars.
"Candace, tell me what the hell you were doing," he demands.
“I don’t have to explain myself to you.I don’t answer to you,” I say foolishly as if that even matters.That is, however, what comes to my mind and falls from my lips.
I take exactly one step to the left and freeze mid-stride when I see Massimo standing right in front of us.Tristan is next to him.
“You answer to me,” Massimo reminds me, and all I can do is look up at him.
In my panties and heels, with Dominic’s jacket draped around my shoulders, I look like a cheap hooker holding a dress that was hardly passable for a dress.And I feel like one.
I feel like a whore.
Whore.
That word... it numbs me, and what I feel next reminds me of what I felt like in the past.
A whore.
“Go with Dominic. Now,” Massimo orders.
I glance at Tristan, and his face is even stonier than his brothers.
Humiliated, I turn back to Dominic.This time he doesn’t even take my hand.
When he motions for me to walk, I do.