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 pecked his cheek before she walked away, leaving me with the man.

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

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

“Why should I do that?” he asked with a smirk, 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, glaring hard at him, who didn’t look awkward one bit.

“It was just a one-night stand, and for the record, it didn’t enter the top ten for my best one-night stands, but I won’t cringe if I remember it,” he said, and my chest tightened in anger.

What? Did he mean that night wasn’t great? I remembered his note, and I couldn’t help but be offended that he had 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 he 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? That you met a stranger at the club and had a hot night with him..” he slurred, as his eyes roamed my body, and I felt self-aware, remembering he had seen 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 who 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.

“Okay, like I said earlier, princess, we are humans, and humans make mistakes...No, I mean, sometimes people can fuck strangers who 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 that his mind was completely messed up.

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

“You are shameless! How could you be in a relationship with my mother and still fuck around? How many strangers have you fucked in the past days?” I hollered, and I hated that my chest burned at the thought 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, his voice dripping with arrogance as his finger caressed my lips, igniting sparks across my skin. My lips felt like they were on fire.

“I fucking missed this. And being this close, I wanted to…” he breathed, his eyes darkening, locked on my lips, making my heart pound frantically as I wondered what he meant..though my body already knew.

“What are you doing?” I asked through gritted teeth, trying desperately not to show how affected I was, but he shut me up by pressing his large fingers harder against my lips.

The heat of his touch dragged me into flashbacks..those same fingers curling inside me, teasing me, pushing me until I broke apart and squirted under his command. 

The memory made my thighs clench, made me ache to be bad for him one more time... but I snapped out of it, reminding myself he was someone I should hate.

“Leave, or I’m going to make you leave!” I rasped, my voice trembling between fury and desire.

“Or…” he leaned in, his breath hot against my ear, “you can just call me Daddy, and we can all live happy ever after.” His teeth grazed my earlobe before he bit down softly, and I gasped, a betraying moan spilling from my lips.

“Daddy?” The word slipped out again as his hand pinched my nipple through the thin fabric of my clothes, sending a wave of pleasure straight to my core.

My brain jolted back to reality in horror at what I had just let escape me.

What the fuck!