I stand glaring at Eros as Elon walks out.
“You can't just f*****g buy me!” I scream.
“I just did, baby, so get used to it,” he smirks, and I slap him.
“You're just as bad as him! You didn't even ask me if I would be happy. No, you just agreed to f**k me once a week and film it. Where was my choice?” I ask.
“Your choice was to let me buy you out!” He steps closer, his body leaning over mine. “I gave you a choice, and you refused. You can hate me, Alexis, but I was not about to let him sell you to different men every week.”
“That wasn't your choice!” How can't he understand that?
“It wasn't yours either. It was his. He got to choose. You doing porn is fine, that s**t I can deal with. Him getting money from men so they can f**k you and using it being recorded as a loophole isn't right.
