OBSESSED WITH MY TEMPTING STEPFATHER

“You have ordered the fifth cup tonight. Are you sure you haven’t had enough, ma’am?” The Russian waiter in uniform asked Sarah Holdens, who was seated, clothed in a red dress that hugged her petite but curvy body perfectly, with concern.Grabbing the champagne glass from the waiter, she looked up at her. “I’m not underage; I can handle myself.” She said, as ever, politely as she could, with a small smile tugging her lips.The waiter left, and Sarah returned her attention to the celebrant. The much older but hot multi-billionaire Vincent Laurent, whom they had all gathered here tonight to celebrate his 42nd birthday. He was the same man who had haunted her thoughts for the past three years and under whose care she had been left alone since a year after her mother’s death. He was her stepfather, one who her mother was married to before the cold hands of death took her away.Sarah had been attracted to him ever since she set her eyes on him in a TV show’s interview. Her eyes traced him

Early the following morning, Sarah left the hotel for the Laurents’ mansion. She had forced Rafael to leave her suite the previous night, not wanting to risk someone else seeing him at the hotel with her. The previous night was a mistake, and it would stay a mistake even though she couldn’t deny that Rafael had handled her body just how she needed to be handled. It didn’t change the fact that she only had eyes for Vincent, but that was bad news now since he got a new woman.“That sucks as hell,” she murmured to herself as the memory of Vincent introducing her to the public surfaced in her head. She parked her car and got into the mansion while ignoring the house security, with the hope that Vincent wouldn’t be around yet, and luckily for her, he wasn’t. No wonder his most used car wasn’t outside in the garage.Ascending up the stairs with the intention to crash in her bed when she gets up, she almost bumped into Damian, her personal guard. She let out a whimper in shock, her step fa

Vincent had already willed a great deal of his fortune to Camille. Why would he? Camille was barely his wife, and he wasn’t even that old yet. Her heart plummeted. Millions of dollars and buildings in her name when she had only gotten into his life recently.Had Camille made him do this? Had she been deceiving him? She flipped through the pages of the document, and a paper fell from one of the numerous pages. She picked it up and read its content.Her heart sank harder as she comprehended the content. “Camille is pregnant?” She stated, more like a shocking question to herself, which had already been confirmed in the papers. Was this why Vincent was going to marry her in two weeks' time? Because she was pregnant? Before she could dwell on it, another paper caught her attention—a medical report. What else could be in this? Her hand shook fervently as she grabbed the paper. What she was doing was wrong in every aspect.She was invading Vincent’s privacy, and it didn’t feel right. But sh

Camille’s hands trembled as she hovered over Vincent’s unconscious body, her breath coming in short, panicked gasps. Vincent looked almost lifeless on the floor. Her fingers pressed against his pulse as she shouted for help.“Vincent, hold onto me, please. Help!” She cried out loud.Footsteps pounded down the stairs, and Sarah emerged, covered in two-piece nightwear.“What happened?” Sarah’s voice was one filled with terror and alarm as she dropped to her knees beside Vincent. Her eager hands grasped his face, fingers tracing his jaw and his temples. “Vincent,” she whispered, her voice breaking, “please, wake up.”Something ugly coiled in Camille’s chest at the desperation in Sarah’s tone. “Please, let’s call a doctor!” The security guarding the mansion was now by their side, attempting to lift Vincent up.Just then, he stirred, and his lashes flickered. His breathing hitched, and when his eyes finally opened, they landed on Sarah."Sarah..." He muttered her name like a prayer. Camill

A dull but aching pain grasped Sarah’s entire body, making her groan as she was dragged out of the state of unconsciousness. She tried to move, but even the slightest move made her wince.Then there were the smells: antiseptic and… She opened her eyes while she also heard the beep of a heart monitor. Before she could process it all, a strong pair of arms grabbed her tenderly.“Sarah,” she could recognize Vincent’s voice anywhere. Her chest was suddenly flooded with relief even though she hadn’t seen him yet. She wasn’t in the forest, not in that deadly water.She was safe now. Her vision finally cleared, and the first thing she saw was the handsome face of the man she had hoped to live forever with but whose days were numbered. “My God, you are awake.” He buried his face in her hair, his hold on her almost desperate. “You scared the hell out of me." His lips pressed soft, frantic kisses against her forehead, her temple, and her cheek. Sarah could feel his body trembling slightly, as