Tatum
“Where are you going dressed like that?” My father has his hands on his hips as I am passing through our small kitchen to the lounge. His eyes are narrowed.
“Dressed like what, Father? Is there a problem?”
I mean I’m wearing a tight, little black dress that comes to mid-thigh and hugs my curves and he is used to seeing me in jeans for college or my standard black leggings with a hoodie. But this is an evening out with the Alpha and I need to look the part if I am going to pretend to be his girlfriend. I can’t just turn up in my torn jeans and a T-shirt.
“Like a slut!”
Wow, he is insulting and this is my own father. He would never speak to my other siblings like this but then he always tells me I look just like my mother and maybe that is what irks him the most. That his beauti
