Hussy by Daya Daniels

I’m a daddy’s girl, what can I say?
And at his strict instruction, I’m forced to “endure” this lunch today.
The man who sits across from me…
Perfect white smile straight from Hell. Barrel chest almost busting through his blue bespoke suit. Eyes so gray, so penetrating, and so cold that they almost freeze me to death whenever he deigns to spare me a single glance.
The man who has just acquired all that my father once owned and has stomped all over my once respected surname with his disgusting custom shoes…
The man who is too beautiful to be human and possess an actual beating heart…
The man who couldn’t posssssibly bleed red.
Ugh.
His name is Maxim Astor.
And this man…this thief…this life-destroyer…
Today, he expects me to smile—he expects me to beg—he expects me to play nice.
I never play nice…
But, I do, however, know that there’s only one way to bring a man like this one down to his knees and being born and raised a Hussy will have absolutely nothing to do with it at all.