AMARA’S POINT OF VIEW.

A FEW DAYS PRIOR…..

I stood in front of my mirror, dressed in the same pink dress Ace had fucked me in last night, my nerves thrumming in my veins, spiking my heart rate. I drew in a large exhale and tried not to cringe at the sight before me. I looked like my father’s perfect princess.

I hated it.

Being the daughter of a mistress was horrible. I was everything my stepmother hated, especially because my father actually still loves my ...