Lance’s voice was loud. He must have done it on purpose to let the servants hear.
I looked back at him with an oddly calm face, like I didn’t care that I just got humiliated.
“I know, this time we did it in the living room, what’s next? The car? No problem! That’s my job.” I said.
Lance was triggered by my words, the veins on his forehead were threatening to pop out.
“You are really just like your mom, a slut mother bares a slut daughter!”
His words have always been harsh.
I remained very calm, putting on my panties, bra and shirt. Lance stood in front of me, watching me .
I always wondered how mentally strong I was, to be able to remain such calmness even after being humiliated.
“Jennie Gomez, do you know what you look like now?” Lance asked.
“What? Do tell.”
He bent down and raised my chin. He spoke in a cold tone, “A whore.”
I didn’t get man, instead I laughed so hard tears started forming in my eyes. I didn’t even know myself anymore.
“A whore? You’re right, you give me money and I give you my body. I’m a whore and you’re my client. Why not we try to make a bastard baby? Hm? What do you think?” I said, while smirking.
He looked at me like I was a monster and pushed my head away, releasing his hands from my chin. He did it so hard my neck nearly snapped.
He never failed to be harsh on me, I shivered in pain. Lance glared at me with clouded over eyes and said, “Your mother was chased out of my family……”
“I know.” I cut him off.
My mother was chased out of his family, Lance must have expected me to come begging him again, but I didn’t. “Why didn’t you beg me this time?”
“Beg you? With what? I’ve given you anything I could.” I said.
It was the truth. This body? He’s already f*cked this body countless times. What could I possibly give him?
I also didn’t want to do anything for mom anymore. After knowing how she treated father, who loved her with all his heart, I developed hatred for her. She didn’t appreciate a man who loved her, and always dreamed of unrealistic fantasies. I hate her for giving me such a low status. A bastard child.
Lance gave me one last glanced and left. His look showed that he agreed with what I said.
I put on my clothes and sighed. The servants all came back out after Lance left. Two young ladies kept stealing glimpses at me, they must be thinking how dirty I was.
But, I didn’t care anymore.
With a sore and painful body, I slowly walked up the stairs. When I walked pass Lance’s study room, I was a little irritated so I wanted to smoke. I didn’t even care if he had any CCTV around, I just entered his office and took a cigarette from his desk. I never smoke, because I have mild chronic bronchitis.
I took a breath in after lighting the cigarette. I started to cough very hard, but it was as if coughing would make me cough out all the unpleasant feeling.
After a few minutes, I couldn’t stand it anymore. I put off the cigarette. I had to admit, it really d