Chapter Five

"Aleth! Language, girl…" Emily cautioned.

Alethia was staring at him with an undaunted gaze that seemed to challenge him. Gosh, he looked different that night, more so because he was dashing in black denim over a plain white T-shirt and dress pants. His blue eyes were deep and beautiful. His nose pointed out sharply, and he smiled in such a way that made her forget what the hell she was doing there. She could perceive the rich fragrance oozing from his body, making his masculinity relatively present. With all senses beaten out of her, she wanted nothing more than to touch him.

"So, you're real?" Alethia said, absent-mindedly.

"Aleth!"

Alethia grabbed herself back from obliviousness immediately. She swallowed hard and tried to calm herself, and that reality relayed that the man standing in front of her wasn't the man she could satisfy her desires with. He was to be her stepfather.

How the hell did this happen?

Alethia stared at her mother for a while, demanding an answer from her, th