Chapter 91
FRANCESCA
" Yes Papà"
I complied, he looked satisfied that I did as I pulled down the top that rested on my chest then I moved down the shorts that clenched to my ass.
It was a fast, easy process that didn't take up to a second. He watched satisfied, he sat at the edge of his table, gazing at us with a satisfied look. He was waiting for me to do something else but the room was filled with overbearing silence, I couldn't find it in me to do that.
That, dancing and shaking my hips.
" Do it, little mouse." He whispered, looking at me with a smile. I shook my head and he looked annoyed, realized what I meant as he picked up the remote on his table, giving it a single click.
The sound blasted through the room, the spotlight was on me.
The song, hips don't lie by Shakira was playing on the speakers.
