The sun was barely up, but the house was already quiet. My mother had left for another f**k session disguised as work with Sterling. I stood in front of my bedroom mirror, checking my reflection. I was wearing a tight skirt and a thin blouse. I grabbed my bag, making sure the heavy dildo and the USB drive were inside.
I walked toward the stairs, ready to go out and ring the doorbell again. I wanted to see his face when I played the "client" role. But as I reached the landing, Vaughan was standing there. He was leaning against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest. He looked like he hadn't slept at all.
"Stop that s**t, Angel," he growled. His voice was deep and tired.
I stopped, a small smile on my lips. "Stop what, Daddy?"
"There’s no need for the games," he said, pushing off the
