Leave, Or I Make You Leave

Cassie's POV

“Manners, Cassie!” My mother reprimanded me, but I was still processing my shock as I looked at the man. “Sorry, Mum, I'm just shocked, that's all.” I pouted.

“Sorry, she's usually not like this, and I think I should let you guys get along; she will be your stepdaughter, so you might as well get to know her.” My mother said, and I almost puked.

Stepdaughter? That wouldn't happen on my watch.

“Sure, I got this.” He replied with his deep baritone voice that I was familiar with, and my mother picked his cheek before she walked away, leaving me with the man.

The moment my mother left the garden, I faced the man, and without mincing words, I told him off.

“Call it off!” I blurted, glaring hard at the man, but he didn't say a thing, and I thought he didn't hear me. “I asked you to call it off. What are you doing?” I rasped.

“Why should I do that?” He asked with a smirk, which I wanted to wipe off his mouth so badly. “Because you slept with her daughter, and... all I'm saying is I won't have someone I slept with be my stepfather. That will be over my dead body.” I breathed, as I glared hard at the man, who didn't look awkward a bit.

“It's just a one-night stand, and for the record, it didn't enter the top 10 for my best one-night stand, but I won't cringe if I remember it.” He said, and my chest tightened in anger.

What? Did he mean that the night wasn't great? I remembered his note, and I couldn't help but be offended that he lied to me.

“But you said it was amazing, you son of a bitch!” I cursed. “I said that; maybe I meant the bed.” He replied, and I wanted to yank his head off.

“I don't give a damn about what you think of that night, but you have to go tell my mom that there won't be a wedding,” I rasped, but the man just chuckled. “Sorry, but I won't be doing that because I don't mind having you as a daughter,” he blurted, biting his lips sexily, and my breath stiffened.

“If you are not going to tell, then I will,” I threatened as I turned around to leave, but he stopped me.

He grabbed my hand, and before I could wiggle out of his hold, he slammed my back against the garden door as he hovered his body over mine. His scent wafted into my nose, and I stood stiff for a while before I finally got my mind back on track.

“Did you want to beg me? But that's too late because I'm going to tell my mom everything!” I deadpanned, and he chuckled as he bit his lips.

“Really? What are you going to tell her then? You met a stranger at the club and had a hot night with him –” he slurred, as he roamed his eyes on my body, and I felt self-aware remembering he saw everything that night.

“Hot? “Don't flatter yourself; you are not hot,” I replied, but I realized I might actually be at a disadvantage because my mother would disown me if she found out.

She was a disciplinarian that forbade me from dating, so I might not be in a good spot with this revelation, but I couldn't have this hot stranger as my stepfather... that would be absurd.

“All I'm saying is that princess–”

“Cassie, my name is Cassie, not princess,” I interrupted rudely. “Ok, like I said earlier, princess, we are humans, and humans make mistakes... No, I mean, sometimes people can fuck strangers that turn out to be someone they know, and just because I fucked you once doesn't mean I can't marry your mother.” He explained, and all I could think was the man's thought was messed up.

How could I have found this man attractive? But I changed my logic as I locked eyes with him. Perhaps he was attractive that night, but I was too drunk to notice his stinky behavior.

“You are shameless; how could you be in a relationship with my mother and fuck around? How many strangers have you fucked in the past days?” I hollered, and I didn't understand why I was hot at the thought that he might have really slept with someone else apart from me.

“Why are you curious? That's personal, and I don't share…” He smirked as he caressed my lips with his finger, and my lips felt like they were on fire. “I fucking missed this, and being so close I wanted to…” he breathed, his eyes darkened, as he kept his gaze on my lips, and my heart beat frantically, wondering what he meant.

“What are you doing?” I asked, through gritted teeth, trying not to act affected, but he shut me up by pressing his large fingers hard on my lips, and I couldn't help but get flashbacks of how he was so good with those fingers.

How those fingers curled up in my pussy and made me squirt so badly... it made me want to be a bad girl for him once again, but I snapped out of it when I remembered he was someone I should hate.

“Leave, or I'm going to make you leave!” I rasped. “Or you can just call me Daddy,” he whispered, biting my earlobes, and I didn't know when I let out a moan. “Daddy!” I moaned as he pinched my nipples through my clothes, but my brain jolted out of my reverie as I realized what I had done.

What the fuck!