Page 21 of Teach Me Daddy

“Oh, yes, I am.” She pivots in my direction while pointing a finger in my face. “Have fun explaining this to your family.”

She spins on her heel, ready to leave, but Blake’s next words stop her in her tracks. “Chanel Barbie 02.”

Chrissy freezes in place, her shoulders bunching up as she sucks in a sharp breath. Her face has drained of color by the time she turns back around. “What did you say?”

“You heard me.” Blake rises to his full height, appearing more intimidating than usual. “That’s your cam girl name, isn’t it?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She denies what we already know is the truth, but her facial features are twisted with fear.

“Really? You saying you haven’t had that account since you were eighteen years old?” His smirk is everything, while the corners of my lips tip up into a mocking smile. “I only skimmed a few of the videos, but they are quite… scandalous. Seems strangers pay you a lot of money to perform all sorts of kinky shit in your bedroom.”

I almost laugh out loud, but hold it back. Blake isn’t one to judge people, let alone on the basis of their sexual preferences and tastes. If anything, he encourages it and would never shame someone for being kinky. But the fact that Chrissy has kept this a closely guarded secret confirms that she doesn’t want anyone to know what she’s been doing on camera. She comes from a wealthy family that runs in the same circles as mine. They’d be outraged and ashamed if they knew what she was doing. And heaven forbid any of their friends discovered her extracurricular activities. Elitists are often the most judgmental.

“No one knows about that. No one,” Chrissy exclaims with none of her previously exhibited cockiness.

I take a small step forward. “And I’m guessing you want it to stay that way.”

The sour look on her face is answer enough, but Blake isn’t done yet. “If that’s not enough incentive for you to back off, then let’s talk about your mother.”

“My mother? What does she have to do with anything?”

He relaxes his posture, leaning a hip against the front of his desk. “You’re not the only one keeping secrets.”

“You don’t have anything on her,” Chrissy sneers.

“I don’t?” He raises his eyebrows as he smiles. “So I don’t have screenshots of text messages between your mother and your landscaper? The bushes out front aren’t the only ones he’s tending.”

“Ew!” Chrissy’s expression pinches with disgust, and I can no longer keep from giggling. “Shut up, Madison!”

I ignore her until Blake shoots me a look from the corner of his eye. He’s amused as well, but trying to keep things serious, so I stifle my laughter.

“Whatever. Lots of wives have affairs. My stepdad probably already knows.”

Blake crosses his arms over his chest. “Think he knows about her offshore bank account? Several actually.”

Chrissy’s mouth opens and closes like a goldfish. “What?” The confusion in her eyes is genuine, and I’m not surprised she’s not aware of her mother’s private money matters. She’s probably mad she isn’t getting a cut of it.

“Mommy dearest has been hoarding cash from your new stepfather for the past twelve months. Seems you’re not the only gold digger in the family,” Blake explains, seemingly pleased with the sudden turn of events.

I can’t blame him. Chrissy brought this on herself when she threatened us. She should’ve done her homework and realized that he’s not a man to be played with. Blake isn’t just some stuffy college professor with his head in his books all day.

He turns to me with mirth glimmering in his eyes. “I wonder what her new stepfather would think about all this. What all his country club friends would say? The partners at his marketing firm?”

I nod my head, going along with Blake’s spiel.

“It’s bad enough he’d have to explain why his stepdaughter gets paid to be naked on camera and… What did you do in that last video?” He pretends like he’s thinking as he taps his index finger on his chin. “Oh, that’s right. You fucked yourself in the ass with a Kraken tentacle dildo.”

Chrissy’s eyes are as big as saucers as her mouth gapes open.

I look at her and shake my head. “Poor Bob will never live that down with his golfing buddies.”

She quickly shuts her mouth and pinches her overly-glossed lips together.

Blake returns his attention to her as he continues. “But how will ol’ Bob explain the cheating new wife with multiple foreign bank accounts? Swindled by a money-hungry tramp.Tsk, tsk, tsk.”

Chrissy gulps, and a wave of satisfaction rolls through me. I have to hand it to Blake’s friend. I was skeptical at first, especially when he told me a man namedMaverickwas going to help us out. But he got everything we needed to shut her up, and she’s one less headache we have to worry about now.

Worry is etched on Chrissy’s face as tears well in her eyes. “You can’t tell anyone about this. He’ll throw us out and… and…” Her tone is panicked and I almost feel sorry for her. But then I think about me and Blake and my parents, and how casually she threatened to destroy everything I love.

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