CHAPTER 2: STRIP AND REPEAT IT, WHORE
BREE'S POV
My blood runs cold. "You wouldn't-"
"Wouldn't what? Send it to someone?" He tilts his head, studying me with those predatory green eyes. "Your coworkers, maybe? Your parents? My sister?" His smile sharpens. "Imagine Sarah listening to her best friend moan 'ruin me, daddy' while she f***s herself thinking about her brother. How do you think that conversation would go?"
"Colton, please-"
"Please what?" His hand wraps around my throat. "Please delete it? Please pretend you didn't just hand me the keys to your entire reputation?"
Tears are pricking my eyes now.
"I was drunk. I didn't know what I was doing. You can't-"
"I've listened to that voicemail twelve times since 2am," he says, his voice dropping to a growl. "Twelve times, Bree. I
