Lahat ng Kabanata ng Daddy’s Girl [ Her Mother's Husband]: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

"Good morning." I reply, shyly. "So, what do you want to do for our last day together?" He asks, leaning up on his elbow, facing me full on, I feel like sinking under the weight of his full attention. It is weird that you can crave something and then not know how to handle it when you have it. I want his attention, I love it, I crave it. But when I have it, which is almost always, I want to shy away from it. It is almost always too intense. It is like I forget what it is like over and over again and I am now stuck in this circle. Wanting it. Not wanting it. "I don't know. It has been a great weekend." I tell him truthfully. My heart is full. My soul is content. I have had a truly splendid time with him. And I didn't feel the sun directly on my skin for the whole weekend. "It has." He agrees, pulling out his hand to massage my arm, up and down, up and down. He caresses my cheek once, twice, flicking my nose playfully before going back to pulling his palm up and down my arm. Warming

"Come on, I am ready when you are." Stephane looks down at me where I am still perched on my ass on the bed, looking at him dumbly. The duvet has slide off his body, revealing his smooth golden skinned chest, coral nipples bright and inviting. He is incredibly hot, my god. I don't think I will ever get used to him being with me. It feels like a dream. A really weird crazy overreaching dream I worry I might wake up rudely from anytime soon. "Okay." I whisper, reaching for him. "Brace yourself to the headboard..." He instructs, voice steady and deep. I let go of the cover, revealing my naked body, his eyes trail my body with open lust and it emboldens me. I straddle his chest, thighs around his broad shoulders, it feels only slightly awkward. When I meet his eyes and see the heat apparent in them, all traces of the awkwardness leaves me. I inch closer to his face, sitting on his chest close to his neck, the skin is smooth and hard and warm and it sends a bolt of pleasure through me

Aleen POV:I wake up sore and it is evening. The sunset slow and gorgeous in the distance. The view from the penthouse is truly stunning, inspiring in a way that is new and interesting. Stephane is holding me like he is scared I would leave him in his sleep. It is almost suffocating, being held like this, so tight and close, but his warm hard body makes up for any discomfort caused. I don't mind the risk of being smoldered to death if he is the one doing the smoldering with his body. I do have to use the restroom so I carefully get out of his hold, I can't feel my legs as I make my way to the bathroom. He was rough earlier and I am afraid of how much I enjoyed it. As painful and unfamiliar as it was, I also found it intensely pleasurable. I think I came twice before he did. It happened concurrently, I could hardly keep up. He held me down and fucked me to my senses. Strong, masculine and hard. It felt really good. It is time to leave. If I want to return to the campus before dinne

"What are you doing here?" I ask, still frozen at the door. I should pull myself out of the shock as soon as I can, but it is hard. My mind races for an explanation and comes up short. Christine being here, in my room in college of all places is such an unexpected thing that I can't quite follow. She doesn't belong to the room, her presence is like a threat to the sanctuary I have created for myself here, far away from her."Is that a way to welcome your mother?" She asks, her voice still has the edge to it though her face is softening with a small smile that doesn't reach her piercing blue eyes.I huff, walking fully into the room and heading for my bed. I look at Charlie again and she has returned her attention to her laptop, I can't ask her anything with my mother in the room watching us like an hawk. "Welcome?" I ask her, keeping my tone suspicious. It is so easy to revert to the underlying anger I feel towards her. My guilt is neatly tucked away, I can focus and figure out why s

"I am sorry, Aleen. I don't even know where to begin." She says openly, smiling sadly at me. I look away. It is very uncomfortable feeling this way for her. I would rather hold onto my anger. It is safer. "Don't." I get up. Pacing the room. There is no respite from the myriad of emotions. They claw at my chest. They heat me up from inside, making me hot and feeling close to insanity. They hurt like hell. "Aleen..." My mother gets up too, I stop pacing, remaining on the opposite side of the room, I don't want her close. I can't stand it. I might fall to my knees and confess. I have a lot I am sorry to her about. And I also have a lot I am angry at her for. The emotions clash and they choke me up. I want an escape and there is none. This is the consequences of what I have been up to, and they flood me. I am drowning. "Mom. Please. Don't." My voice is shaky, she looks at me with sadness and regret in her eyes and I look away. I can't stand it. She thinks I am this way because of our