THREE DAYS have passed slowly since Godfather Nick first claimed me. It’s as if he never gets tired of taking me, day or night. Because Godfather doesn't just claim me at night; it's more like three times a day. And just like now, we were supposed to take an afternoon nap in the living room, but we didn't end up sleeping because Godfather punished me. It’s because I accidentally brushed against his always-hard "banana."
We were both lying on the sofa, still catching our breath. I didn't even know this sofa could be extended.
Godfather was about to say something when I remembered something.
"Oh, Godfather," I said, sitting up abruptly while pulling the blanket to cover myself. "Tomorrow is the workers' payroll. Dad isn't here, so I have to do it."
Dad texted me earlier to remind me abou
