Semua Bab YOURS STEPDADDY (A COLLECTION OF STEAMY STORIES): Bab 81 - Bab 90

I hadn't heard from Jace after the gym escapade. Not like I'd reached out either. I got home the next night, to find my front door ajar.I froze.“Hello?” I stepped inside, my heels clicking on the luxurious tiles. “Bianca? Did you—”He was on my couch. Legs spread. Hands clasped. Calm like a storm waiting to start.“Lock the door,” Jace said.My throat went dry. “You— how did you get in?”He didn’t answer.“Jace. I—”“I said lock the door.”I turned, locked it and returned.He stood slowly. “You think you’re in control, Camille?”I swallowed hard. “What are you doing here?”“I warned you,” he said. “Don’t start what you’re not ready to finish.”“What are you talking about?” I shot back.“You humiliated me,” he said, voice low. “You left me there, pathetic. And you liked it.”“You didn’t complain when I was on my knees with your cock in my mouth.”“You want to talk?” he moved closer, towering over me even with my six inch Louboutins. “Or you want to see what happens when I stop playin

The photo went viral in under an hour.Me, in a gold, backless, silk dress. Laughing with a shirtless male model at a campaign advertisement. His hand was low on my waist, and his lips were too close to my ear.Jace saw it.And I knew exactly what it would do to him.So I wore the same dress to the club that night.Gold. Backless. No bra. No panties. Just skin and silk, my nipples poking through.I walked in like nothing had happened, but I barely made it five steps in when I felt his grip on my hand, the anger flowing through.“Hey,” I said, tugging slightly. “What the hell?”He didn’t answer, just dragged me past the bar down the hallway, until we reached the manager’s office. Then he slammed the door and locked it.“Are you insane?” I hissed.He turned on me. “You wore the same dress.”I smirked. “I look good in it. You jealous?” I asked, meeting his stare, voice low, almost teasing.He didn’t answer, moving toward me.“You think I didn’t see that bullshit on your feed?” he growled

CamilleI stood in the hotel suite, shame burning in my throat. I loved Jace. What would his reaction be? What if I had ruined everything before it could even become anything?I had to see him. My fingers trembled as I grabbed my phone and texted : 'Where are you? We need to talk. Now.'I stared at the screen. His reply came in. Just an address. No other words. Typical Jace.I was already out the door. The Uber ride to his place was suffocating. The city blurred past but couldn’t breathe properly until I saw him. I arrived, heart pounding as I made my way to his door. I knocked once. The door swung open fast.Jace. He had on a black T-shirt, low-slung jeans and bare feet. No smirk, just those gray eyes cutting into me.“What’s going on?” he asked, voice flat.“I need to talk,” I whispered.He didn’t say a word, just stepped aside. Inside, it smelled like him. The furniture minimalist. A bed, unmade. I didn’t belong here. But I stepped in anyway. He closed the door behind me with a cli

Andy"Sixteen dollars and fifteen cents," the store attendant said with a bored glance at me.Pulling out all the money in my purse, I began to count it, sweat beading on my forehead, "I-I have sixteen dollars and two cents.""Where's the rest of it?" She sneered.I felt tears burn the back of my eyes, "I don't have it. Please it's just a few cents, can I just get the cake? I've been saving for months to be able to afford this cake and it's important to me," I pleaded."Do I look like I care?" The lady snapped, "Go give someone else your sob story. If you don't have the money get out of my sight."The tears spilled over, shoulders hunching forward as I stared at the carrot cake in longing. My mother had been a terrible cook, but the one thing she had known how to make to perfection was carrot cake. It had been three years since I lost her, and I had been looking forward to commemorating my eighteenth birthday by getting myself one."Please," I sobbed, cheeks wet with tears, "I'll clea

Andy "I'd like you to spend the week with me." I blinked up drowsily at Gio as he carried me down the hallway, "A week? I c-can't." "Why not?" He raised an eyebrow, "What's stopping you?" That was a good question. What was really stopping me. It wasn't like I had anything else going on for me. I was a high school graduate, and the director at the orphanage had already told me that I had to move out as soon as I turned eighteen. I was currently homeless, poor and with no options waiting for me. It wasn't about that though. It was more about Gio. He terrified me, and not because I thought he'd harm me or anything. He was too...much. A man like him would consume me. "You'd walk away with a hundred thousand dollars at the end of the week." He informed me. My sleepy brain was too tired to even process that staggering amount. With that much money I could start my adult life on a good slate. I could move to a better side of town, or maybe New York. I could rent an apartment, go to c