StepDaddy's Personal Assistant

Olivia’s POVMy name is Olivia Sun, I am twenty three years old and I am in love with my mother’s husband!It all started when my mother got remarried five years ago. He was 40 years old then, dark skinned, tall, carried a buzz cut and a very sexy stubble beard.It wasn’t just his physical attributes that I loved; I admired the way he spoke. His soft masculine voice, the way he walked, and the way he looks at me with affection.But what drew me in the most were the tattoos on his arm, I might have a thing for tattoos and abs. He looked like the Mafia bosses cast in movies, hot and spicy… and for the next five years; he was my crush, my biggest secret!I know it was wrong, I know I shouldn’t, but I just can’t help the way I feel about him.“Olivia, I have arranged for you to meet the son of my friend, he is a medical doctor and he seems very interested in meeting you.” Mom announced at the dining table during breakfast, drawing both mine and Justin’s attention.I dropped my spoon immedi

I was at Justin’s penthouse, standing at the door unsure if to knock or not. I had walked under the rain and it did well to hide the tears marks on my face.Finally I knocked and shortly after, he opened the door.“Olivia?” he called as he looked me from head down with a surprise etched on his face. “You are soaked.” He noticed.He was not wearing a shirt, leaving his chest and abs exposed. Was he not cold?“I am sorry, I didn’t know where else to go.” I said with muffled sobs.“What happened? Come inside.” He immediately urged me, stepping aside.I walked in completely drenched. He rushed and got me a blanket, placing it over my shoulder from behind while I stood there gushing water on his tiles.“What happened Olivia?” he asked again, he was calm and gentle, his voice soothing.I sniffled, wiping the tears off my eyes. “I had a fight with my mom, it was bad, I had to leave.” I confessed.“Oh,” he whispered. “Are you alright?” he asked kindly.“No!” I broke down in tears again. “No I

Justin’s POVThe conference was over, Olivia and I returned to our suite. We were in another city and so we had gotten an accommodation for the night at a five star hotel.The two of us haven’t spoken much in the past week. It had been over a week since we kissed, the awkwardness hasn’t gotten any easier. But it wasn’t the kiss that was the problem, it was the aftermath.We stepped out of the elevator and went into the suite; it had a sitting room with a sofa and two bedrooms on each side. It also had a mini kitchen and an outside balcony.I immediately took off my tuxedo jacket, tossing it on the couch, then I set my cufflinks down on a side table. I loosened my bowtie and took it off as well.I noticed Olivia watching from the sofa, every move I made.“You don’t have to wait up,” I said, finally breaking the silence. “I know you have had a long night.”“I am not tired,” she replied.I sighed and shook my head, she was just as stubborn as her mother. I needed to be away from her as I

“Your mother would have my head," Justin said, opening the car door for me, while we left the hotel we had booked.“Ten times is a lot of times to call somebody, she already called me, what's her problem?” I replied, getting into the car and using my seatbelt, something Justin taught me all those years ago. It was surprising that I still made mental notes on it.“You being in my car reminds me of times when I used to come to pick you up from school,” he said and I smiled. I remember completely, that it was when my thirst for him started, back to the first time I had seen him, I couldn’t stop myself from staring deeply at him, still surprised that my mother was able to pull such a man.“You don’t know me and you got in my car, didn't your mother teach you better than that?” He had said like a strict dad after I had entered his car that day. My eyes bulged, wasn't this the sweet man that just asked if I was Olivia? Was he truly going to abduct me? I mean it was okay, but I needed a hea

Justin's PovTo be honest, my feelings for Olivia didn't just hit me like a ton of bricks overnight. It was a slow burn, one that built up over time. When she first moved in with her mum and me, I didn't think twice about it, I was programmed to respect boundaries - she was 19, and I was old enough to know better than to cross any lines. But as time went on, I started to see her in a different light.Or was it pity I felt for the young girl?Olivia and I became close, we had the father-daughter bond and I was grateful for that opportunity, as she never gave any of her mother's exes that. However, I felt pity for her mostly, especially when she shared the traumatic thing that caused her slight hatred for Mary.Before I had gone to pick Olivia from school five years ago, Mary had always confided in me about her daughter. However, they were not good things."She locked my ex-husband, Leo in a room one day and set him on fire. Thank goodness I was home before she could call the cops." My