Page 2 of The Betrayal

And once he was out of sight, heaviness crept back inside my chest.

I felt betrayed.

I am numb.

I have already been forgotten by one parent and now I am going to be replaced by another. No one is going to give a shit about poor, little Arizona.

Sure, I wanted my dad to find love again but not with a girl my age. Even worse, he married her and knocked her up.

Worse than that!? He told his friends before me.

But don’t worry daddy… you’re not the only one who kept a secret.

Switching my laptop on and making sure the door is bolted, I open up my webchat.

TallDarkandHandsome has entered the chat.

I smile.

My favorite fan.

YourGoodGirl: Good evening handsome.

I type on my keyboard as I give myself a once over in the mirror. Red, laced bralette, a matching suspender belt with ivory stockings and crotchless panties.

Just like he wanted.

I wasn’t in the right frame of mind for tonight, but at the same time, I needed out of my head, and this was guaranteed to help.

I glance over at my toys laid out on the bed and excitement thrills me.

TallDarkandHandsome: Evening Vixen.

Okay, so I’m not a doctor.

Far from it.

The only thing we have in common is I see a lot of people daily.

But enough about that now.

Now was time for my revenge and Mr TallDarkandHandsome was the perfect antidote for that.

Like I said, they weren’t the only ones with a secret.

Betrayal was best served hot with a side of your dad’s best friend.

CHAPTER ONE

ARIZONA

I lean across the bar, perspiration beading along my hairline, and I feel a trickle run down my spine.

“Good set,” Lance, the bar guy, gives me a wink as he slides a glass of water over to me.

“Thanks,” I smile, my eyes lifting to the time. It has just turned ten p.m.

I have worked at Prestige since last year. The club is pretty cozy. Black walls with chrome lights bringing a dim ambience to the space. Large ceiling lights hang, but of an evening, the brightness is turned up a little more, so everything is a lot more visible. No hiding away in the corners when they’re on. The sofa booths are wrapped in grey leather where expensive suits sit while smoking on their cigars. Off the main floor you have four red, metal doors. Behind the doors are private rooms with beds, sofas, toys, cameras. Occasionally we have to do online cam work, though it’s very rare. But if someone wants you all to themselves, that’s where they’ll take you. Then at the end of that hallway is a cigar lounge. Only the richest go in there. They offer extras to the girls and me, but I have never been brave enough to cross that threshold yet. I am comfortable here.

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