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“Come again?”
“I figured you wouldn’t know. Your dad and mom only stayed together for a couple of years when you were born, then you were raised by your mother until age seven, when she ODed, right?”
I nod, rather than launching into another useless lecture about stalking.
“Well, just around when your parents separated, another woman had a kid with your dad. She’s about a year and a half younger than you.”
I don’t know what to say. Honestly, given who my father is, the possibility of step-siblings should have occurred to me before now, but it just didn’t.
I have a half-sister? Some girl around seventeen years old?
“Long story short, my friend Hawk has a thing for her. You look alike.A lot.”
This, I can also believe, because I’ve taken a lot after my father; the blonde hair, but also his mouth, his nose, his eyebrows. I think the only thing I have from my mom is the blue eyes.
“He is about to throw his life away and I want to remind him of the…possibilitiesthat could open to him someday if he refuses to marry the harpy his dad’s forcing on him.”
“By fucking me. Because I look like my half-sister?”
It’s all too stupid for words.
“Essentially.”
“That’s insane.”
Callum shrugs. “He can’t fuck her. She hates his guts, for one, but she’s also jailbait. And a lot more complicated than you. So here’s the deal: I convince him with my words, you convince him with your pussy, and we pull him away from the edge. You walk away with a tidy sum that will make your life considerably easier either way it ends.”
I shake my head in disbelief. “That’s it, that’s your grand plan? Persuading your friend to change his mind on something major using the strength of my almighty pussy?”
He nods solemnly. “It’ll help that he’ll be your first. Pretty sure your prissy little sis is a virgin, too. He’ll think about popping her cherry next. Are you on birth control? I’d rather you weren’t.”
“Oh, if you’d rather I weren’t, I guess I’d just pop out some stranger’s kid, ruining my entire life for your convenience!” My voice is rising, but he doesn’t seem bothered.
I’m guessing the room’s soundproof, given its purpose.
“You can take a pill in the morning or whatever. But it’ll help.”
I stand, ready to leave. “I’m done with this nonsense.”
“Half a million.”
The words hang between us in the stunned silence.
“I’m going easy on you rather than dragging out the negotiations. That’s my plateau. I won’t go higher; you’re objectively not worth more. But you do this for me, and half a million euros are yours. I’ll even register your service to the kingdom, so it’s tax free.”
“Under what, party favors?” I snap, finding my voice again.
“Yes,” Callum replies without hesitating. “Sit, Liv. The theatrics don’t change the fact that you’re going to say yes. You need the cash. I need your help. It’s a fair deal.”
He sounds oh so reasonable.
And what kills me? He’s right. If I stay on my high horse and walk away from this life-changing offer…there’s a very high chance that sixty years from now, I’ll lie on my deathbed, wondering what if. Regretting it.
Life doesn’t tend to throw curveballs, or chances. Not to people like me. This is mine.
I sit.
And the asshole smirks.
