Seducing Stepdaddy

Seducing Stepdaddy

Avery

At the dining room, I'm eating lunch together with Mason. Surprisingly, mother is there too.

There she was, looking so perfect in her new designer clothes. But I knew she got Mason to pay it for her. It's all about what she wants after all.

What is she doing here? I know, it should be normal but it's not. It's not a normal occurence to see her here especially at lunch. I was hoping to enjoy this delicious meal Melinda prepared for us, stuffed peppers, my favorite, but her alien presence makes the air feel weird and awkward.

None of us speaks as we began to eat our food in awkard, horrible silence.

I pick up the spoon, and lift my eyes only to see my mother raise her spoon pointed to Mason's mouth.

"Here darling, say ahhh"

My brows shoot up to my hairline, and I glare daggers at her before looking at Mason, whose gaze flicked to me for only half a second. I see reluctance flash in his eyes, though he opened his mouth and accepted it.

"What's the occasion?" Mason cracked a smile, and it annoyed me that he's giving it to my mother. My mother who ups and leaves the house literally every night to fool around with whoever she's cheating with.

My mother batted her eyeslashes at him and giggled softly, completely masking the witch she is hiding underneath.

"Is it wrong to take care of my husband from time to time?" She laughed, the sound grating my ears.

Irritation boiled in my veins at the sight of her. She doesn't even love him, and now she's acting like the perfect wife?

All her pretentious smiles and flirty expressions makes me want to vomit blood.

Setting my cutlery back on the plate, I excuse myself, about to stand up when she spoke.

"Where do you think you're going?" My eyes snap up to the vicious look in my mother's eyes. Ah, now that I'm more used too.

I open my mouth to speak when Mason does for me.

"Let the kid be, Ana." He says, and placed a gentle hand on her shoulder.

I froze, inwardly cringing and feeling apalled. My fingers digging into the wooden table. What did he just call me?

Did he just call me a kid?

I turn to glare at him, but he gives me a little shake of his head as if to warn me not to say anything I'll regret. And I hold my breath. It's taking everything inside me not to curse Mason for calling me a freaking kid. If I was a kid in his eyes then he wouldn't have fucked me, to the point I was seeing stars and reaching my 8th orgasm.

"Sit down, Avery." My mother snaps. Her irritated voice pulling me out of my thoughts, and I avert my gaze to her.

Gritting my teeth, I sit back down and square my shoulders.

What does she want?

"Have they called from your interview yet?" She asks, and both Mason and I tense as we exchange looks with each other.

I felt my body stiffen, averting my eyes as I look down at my knee-high skirt.

Taking a deep breath, I answer.

"No," I say, when the truth was I have received their call ages ago. They wanted me to fill the position that would require me to relocate to California. I just wasn't sure if leaving was the right option. Especially now.

"And why is that?" My mother quirks a questioning brow at me.

I purse my lips in a thin line, "I... didn't make it," I lie.

She slams the table with her fists, her hands shaking.

Before she could say anything though, Mason speaks.

"That's alright. You'll find one soon. No pressure." He coaxed, rubbing circles along my mother's back. The sight is a fucking sore, and right now I'm burning holes into his head, and fake a smile.

"Besides, you can always stay here, Avery," he smiles, giving me a knowing look he knows I can't resist, and won't.

"Thanks... Dad," I mutter under my breath. I see how his shoulders tense at the term of endearment I used, and he gives me another look. A look that says he will punish me for it. I shrugged. Just a payback for calling me a kid earlier.

Besides, if his punishments have anything to do with fucking me hard on any surface in this mansion of his, then count me in.

"No." My mother suddenly says.

I turn to look at her, surprised.

"Excuse me?"

"I have a friend who can offer a job for you, and he specifically requested for you, Avery." She smiles. I felt my heartbeat quicken. Crap. I know that smile.

It meant she is doing what she wants, and this time, it just had to involve me.

I force a smile and aim it back at my mother.

"No, thanks, moth--"

"The pay is quite high, Avery. And you get to live in his apartment since you're going to be his new secretary."

Secretary?

I look between her and Mason who had a deadly look in his eyes to match with his aura right now. I smirked.

"Thank you for the offer, Mother. I'll consider it," I said softly, noting the increased tension Mason put on his shoulders as she shot me a warning look. I shrugged.

Don't get me wrong. I'm merely saying this to appease my stubborn mother. What she doesn't know won't hurt her, right? Besides, it'll be fun to see the look on his face later when mother's gone, and he ends up alone in bed tonight.

"Good. Off you go. Your father and I need some time alone, too. After all, he's my husband," she states, and I take my exit.

Little does she know, he's my fuck buddy. And for all I know his mouth will be eating all the cum on my pussy tonight. I smirk at the thought and head back to my room, thinking if I should take a hot shower or a nice long bubble bath. Just to get his cum off of my body before he spills it all over me and deep inside my tight, little cunt. His words, not mine.