BOOK ONE: BID DADDY WANTS ME.

Blurb:

When Annabelle Aston finds out that her stepfather has been jerking off to her pictures and videos on her Onlyfans site, she sets out on a mission to seduce him and make him hers.

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One: Annabelle.

"Your stepdad must be hung, I can bet my life on it," Chloe drawls out of the blue, her tone dreamy and reeking of longing.

I take off my sunglasses with a gasp, sitting up quickly. Her eyes are fixed on my stepfather, Josh, and she has that intense look in them. I swat her arms. "Stupid girl. You shouldn't be saying stuff like that with — "

She turns to glare at me. "It was just an observation, Annabelle. Loosen up!"

I roll my eyes and snort disapprovingly, reclining back on my seat. Chloe and I have been best friends since we were both in diapers, and we also go to the same high school together.

The sun was blazing hot as expected on a hot, summer day, and we were both lying by the pool, soaking it all in. Fresh off college, we had nothing left standing on the way of us achieving a fit, summer body. We'd googled and watched a few YouTube videos — the takeaway mostly is to lounge in the sun for a good hour every day, working on our tans, and reworking our diet plans to reduce carbs and introduce more salad options to meals.

With a solid, tight plan like that, it's easy to get bored and seek for a distraction. And the only person within a mile radius of the house is no other person than my stepdad, Josh.

"He's so hot, I could stare at him all day."

"Chloe, I swear to God if you don't stop — "

"Alright, alright!" She laughs. "I'll stop now."

"Good."

"Touchè."

I exhale, the bright glare of the bright, summer sun perfect on my skin. Beside me, Chloe hums a tune, trying to distract us from the fact that we are almost melting into our towels. But it's all good. Beauty is pain, and this summer body isn't going to magically come by itself.

"Need anything, girls?" Josh's deep, rich voice breaks the silence, and I feel more than watch Chloe sit up eagerly.

"A bottle of water won't hurt, Mr. Martell. Please."

Josh guffaws. "I've told you, Chloe. Call me Josh. Mr. Martell makes me feel...old."

Chloe bats her lashes, just the same way her sister, Kiara did when she brought Chloe over this morning. I stay still, suppressing my annoyance. I don't know why Chloe's crush on Josh rattles me so bad. I thought I'd have gotten used to how smitten she's been with him ever since they first met. Maybe it's because, deep down, I feel somewhat sorry for her. Josh would never reciprocate those feelings back. The man is damn well near forty, and we... we're only nineteen. We turned legal only a year ago.

Josh retreats into the house and returns with Chloe's bottle of water. He hands it over.

"Thank you," Chloe says coolly.

"You're welcome."

His eyes lingers on me for a while, before he leaves us alone. I ignore him, still reeling from the fight we had this morning concerning how I want to spend my summer. Apparently, Josh wants me to spend half of summer with mom in Miami, but I won't stick with my diet plan or sun tan in Miami without Chloe there to encourage me. And I sure as hell know that her mom won't let her travel with me.

We're done with high school forever, and college is next. Mom wants me to apply for schools in Miami, close to where she works, but I'd rather pick a school that's close here, in this town, close to Josh.

The thing with Mom is, she cherishes her job over family. It's been six months since she got an offer to be the chief accountant of a bank in Miami, and she's not visited us once. We only see and speak through video calls on Skype, which happens once every month. So going to live with her means I'll be on my own most of the time. I don't have it in me to be idle. It's not in my nature.

And honestly, I can't wait for my adult life to start. I crave it so much. A few days ago, Chloe took me to a burlesque club. I know what you're thinking — what does a nineteen year old girl know about burlesque? Of all career options, why dance? And clubs? But hear me out, I've always wanted such things. I also have an Onlyfans account, which I opened the night I turned eighteen. I want to show off my body. I want to express myself on dance floors. I crave the attention, I crave the noise, and most of all... I crave the money.

It's more than the amount I'll make when I'm done with college and get a job, so in a way, college is not even necessary. But I want to go, for Josh. I want to make him proud. He's always been there for me, always wanted the best for me. And he's always trying to get me and my mother to communicate with each other. I admire his consistency. It's just a pity because my mom and I are so different. We both crave different things. We both want different lives.

Despite having an Onlyfans account with over two thousand subscribers, I'm still a virgin. You might be wondering how, but men pay hefty sums just to get a glimpse of my body. I'll forever be thankful to Chloe for advising me to take my health and fitness seriously. It has helped my shape greatly, and I get to make cool money from it without breaking a sweat.

"Goddamn, Annabelle!" Chloe squeals, grabbing my attention. "Josh just took off his shorts and I was right! HUGE doesn't even cut it!"

I sit up, leaning back on my hands, and reluctantly steal a look at Josh as he dives into the second pool right next to ours. He stays under for a minute or two, then resurfaces, and climbs out, water dripping down his body, his Calvin Klein boxers soaked. His bulge is visible, and I lick my lips instinctively.

Chloe is right.

No, this is wrong

"Crazy girl," I mutter to Chloe, and she laughs.

"You see it too, right?"

"Right."

Josh has always been in excellent shape. He's even more fitness-crazed than I am. He always spends a great part of the day in the gym, lifting weights and working out. He also has a large appetite. It explains why he went for someone beautiful like my mother.

I watch as he towel-dries his full, thick dark hair, before retreating into the house. A lot of women liked Josh, and he's kind of popular in our neighborhood. Chloe's older sister, Kiara would sell her soul to Satan, if only it means she gets to be with him. She's always flirting. Always touching. And it irritates me. I'm sure it irritates Josh too, but he's such a polite man. He's always entertaining her nonsense.

"Well, I think we've had enough sun for the day," Chloe announces as she gets up, stretching her arms. "Come on, let's go for a dive together. I'm so hot."

"You've been heating up with Josh in the vicinity," I tease.

She rolls her eyes, and when I stand, pushes me into the water. I gasp, hitting the water with a splash.

"Are you nuts?" I scream when I come up for air. "What did I do?"

"Incoming!" She shrieks, jumping into the water as well, and making a whole mess. I try to get out of her way but it's too late, so we both tumble down.

"Stupid bitch," I laugh when we come up together.

"Crazy girl," Chloe bites back.