Vera’s POV
***Thursday****
“And he quickly pulls her to his chest…she gasps at the sudden movement. The pressure of her chest against his bare chest makes him groan. Heat from nowhere rises and blasts across their skin. This desire…it’s riding them high and now, seems to be the best time for him to make do with his step sister…”
“Besides she’s the one that came into his room without knocking. The girl tries to sputter, but he rocks her closer against his chest. In her pretense of pushing him away, her hand falls across his chest, and sparks fill her bones at the ripples of muscles and smoothness of flesh on the planes of her stepbrother’s chest.”
“She unknowingly cries, and he asks her, you love feeling my body on yours? He doesn’t need to ask much because he knows from the moment he came back from school that his step-sister had been crushing on him.”
“She tries to play smart but he beats her to it and smashes his lips on hers. Lustful groans bathe in sweet pleasure leaves their lips. He kisses her to oblivion, and the step-sister starts moving her hand lower until he wedges her hand and pushes her onto the bed. His wet body on hers, he pushes her thighs apart and…”
“Kid.”
I groan as David’s a voice fills my ears. I drop the erotic book I’ve been reading since last night and turn to glare at him.
Why did he distract me now I was at the climax of the main character’s sex scene?
I groan again to show my displeasure but the man just walks into the room like he owns it. He’s wearing a crisp navy blue shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms. His hair is slicked aside and is shining.
I don’t know David to be the type that goes to work so early on a Thursday and today happens to be my slumber party night.
Well, I keep it to myself so it’ll be a surprise to him when he sees people strutting in with their partners and I, on my lacy hookup panties.
“Good morning. I thought you might still be sleeping by now.” He says and settles on the edge of my bed.
His woodsy scent barrels into my nose. This close I see the tiny stubble on his chiseled jaw.
I don’t even voice anything, I just pick up the book and start pretending like I am reading.
I try not to pay attention to the sparks going off between my legs but it’s impossible
to ignore. Now, my once calm breath is rushing out in a frenzy.
I squeeze my thighs together to extinguish the fires of hunger for the man sitting beside me. My self esteem has been typically low after what he said some nights days before.
I’m emotionally hurt by his words and so I keep my distance again.
I feel tiny droplets of tears wanting to force their way out but I pull them back. It’s useless to cry over that. Totally useless.
“Hey, kid.” He mutters, tucking the stray strand of my hair in place.
My heart jerks at that feather-light touch.
“I don’t want to see you, okay, dad?” I whisper but he stares into my eyes.
“I’m sorry I hurt you in any way.” He starts, looking into my eyes.
I don’t want him to see the hurt so I dart my eyes away. “I don’t care what you think, Dad. All I know is that I’m a woman.”
“That wasn’t what I was supposed to say, Kid. You know I can’t just hurt my precious daughter, right?”
He gives me that knee-melting look and I blink. He does that all the time whenever he scolds me and I get annoyed. He tries to coax me with words. But I’m not that tiny, little Vera again. I’m a woman now and I prefer actions to words. Although I don’t speak it aloud, it’s what I desire.
I know David can see it gleaming in my eyes. Actions are preferred in this situation than words.
“Just go away.” I try to slide away from the bed but he arrests my wrist, pulling me back. The book I’m reading falls in the space between us and he picks it up.
Surely, the naked man and woman holding themselves as they kiss already clue him in that the book is nothing but erotica.
A sharp, audible breath leaves his lips.
“Books like these won’t help you.” He bites out.
There he goes again…trying to order me to do his shit. He’s still apologizing for the ones he did and he’s adding another wood to the already boring flames?
Jeez, I snap my hand away from his and stand up, quickly grabbing my book. “You don’t tell me what to read, Dad! I choose to read things that help me discover my sexuality.”
I see his throat bob as he swallows.
“Listen, kid…” He goes to speak but his cell phone rings.
David hurries and brings it out. He cusses and spits. “Yeah, Claire?” He goes still for a mini second and then. “Sure, you’ll see me down soon.”
From the tiny sound of the voice seeping out from the phone, I already knew it’s a woman.
He cuts the call and pockets his phone, then looks back at me. “We’ll talk later.” He says, nods, and leaves the room.
I’m just about to put on an act and see if he’ll come to me, give me a kiss, and apologize but then, another woman is more important than I am.
I fume and angrily drop the book on the bed and exit my bedroom.
I need coffee to help me get myself in check.
Surprisingly, I see that same woman he was with the other day, hugging and kissing him on the lips. My blood runs cold at the act. And I take a moment to examine the lady.
She’s intact with curvy shapes, straight legs, and a nice booty. I guess that’s the definition of a woman David’s talking about.
I feel a sudden surge of hatred for her, like my hatred for her doubles. She has what I don’t. And she’s enjoying the man I desire.
At that, I angrily match on the stairs, my feet echoing loudly throughout the room and I storm into the kitchen.
I look back and figure that they pretend not to have seen me.
Fuck that bitch, I bite out inside me and get myself an espresso.
I walk back upstairs where I see my phone ringing with Sage’s name flashing across.
I answer the call and her voice blares. “So how’s it going be tonight? I invited about ten boys and eight girls.” She says.
“Great. We kick off my eight.” I gulp and then answer.
“Awesome. Let’s party!” She screams into the phone, almost plucking my ear off so I swiftly end the call.
I finish my drink and go to my closet to search for my sexy as fuck hookup panties.
To be continued…