Taken by my stepfathers

EdenI checked him out; he's strong. He has the body of a man who goes to the gym. He's tall, a very confident silver fox wrapped in a suit that cost more than my rent. His eyes locked onto mine and didn’t let go.“Daniel,” he said, his voice like whiskey and sin as he slid into the space beside me. Close enough that I caught the heat rolling off him.I let my lips curl. “Eden.”He smirked, fingers tracing the stem of my glass. “Fitting.” His thumb brushed my knuckle. “You taste as sweet as that sounds?”I leaned in, close enough for my breath to tease his jaw. “Find out.”His hand settled on my waist, possessive even through the fabric of my dress. The look he gave me wasn’t just hunger; it was a challenge. I answered by dragging him onto the dance floor.The bass pulsed through me as I turned, pressing my back against his chest. His grip tightened, fingers digging in as I rolled my hips, slow at first, then harder when his cock jerked against my ass.“Fuck,” he growled into my ear,

EdenThe next night, I found myself back at the club, my skin buzzing with restless energy. Neon lights pulsed as I slid onto a barstool, the same one I’d occupied before Daniel dragged me outside. My dress rode up my thighs, cool leather against my heated flesh. I ordered a vodka soda, then another, letting the alcohol numb the edges of my obsession.He’s not coming, I told myself. It was a fluke. But my body refused to believe it; my nipples peeked under the thin fabric, hungry for his teeth. Across the room, broad shoulders hunched over a drink caught my eye.Daniel? My pulse spiked as I squinted through the haze of smoke and sweat. The man’s profile was similar, strong jaw, silver-streaked hair, but when he turned, cold disappointment washed over me. Just a stranger. I slammed back my drink, welcoming the burn.“Rough night?” The bartender leaned in, his gaze dipping to my cleavage.“You have no idea.” I pushed my empty glass toward him. “Another. And… did a guy named Daniel come

Eden I finished my second espresso and paid, then requested a ride back home, or should I say, Lilian's house and her husband. Yep, that sounds better than home."There you are, we need to go shopping," she says, avoiding eye contact with me because she probably is disgusted by my sense of fashion. According to her, there is a certain way a woman should dress."I will wear what I have, Lilian," I say."Listen, I know you probably enjoy being pitied, Jane, but when you are here, you are going to act like a lady, not some tomboy." She says, shoving me into her BMW."Lilian," I called, "the name is Eden.""Well, this is my house, and I can call you whatever I want, Jane." I didn't answer because I am an idiot. This woman never loved me from birth, and I had this big picture that she would finally be a mother to me. But no, Lilian can never be a mother because she likes controlling. I am old enough to have mommy issues.We arrived at the shop, and everyone looked like they had money. "Mr

DanielHer breathing was shallow in the car, ragged, like each inhale hurt her lungs. “I—I can’t breathe,” she gasped, grabbing at her chest. That was all I needed to hear.“Hospital. Now.” My voice was steel.The driver hit the gas, and I pulled her closer; her body curled into mine like she was trying to disappear. Her skin was ice cold.By the time we screeched up to the front doors, I already had her in my arms. She didn’t protest. Her head dropped onto my shoulder like she couldn’t hold it up anymore.The doors slid open, and I stepped into the light with her in my arms.“VIP floor. Emergency cardiology. Clear a room,” I snapped at the nurse behind the desk. My voice was enough. She jumped to life and started shouting instructions.“Dr. Shire, now!”“Page ICU standby!”I didn’t wait. I walked straight past everyone, through the hallways I owned, into the elevator, and straight up to the suite I already knew would be empty.Eden was gasping in my arms, still holding onto the front

I walk into the master bedroom and head straight to the shower. I thought I knew my wife, but it turned out, I knew nothing about Lilian. Her daughter is at the hospital, and she didn’t give a shit about it. I stepped out of the shower and dried myself and then looked for something casual to wear. When I came out of the walking closet, I saw my wife standing there, frozen in one place.She then went on her knees, “Daddy, please, I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me. You know I don’t have a child to know how to take care of a child.”“You do, you named her Jane the day you gave birth to her and left her at the hospital, Lilian, I never judged you, you were young when you gave birth to Eden. But you don’t know anything about your daughter, you don’t get to change things about her, yes she’s grown up, get to know her and what she likes and like a loving mother, support her from everything that makes her happy, even if she were to say she’s lesbian you don’t get to decide, you were n