All Chapters of Your Billionaire Daddy Loves Your Stepmother's Curves, Ex!: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Derek's pov When she came, it was almost silent too. A long, full body shudder against mine. A soft, choked sound pressed into my shoulder fell from her mouth. Her cunt pulsed around my dick in slow, luxurious waves. Every vibration pulsing through my dick felt like heaven. Not rushed or rough the way we usually fucked, but powerful and life changing in its own way. She cried silent tears when I came inside her seconds later. A low groan I couldn’t hold back spilled from my lips and cum filled her up one more time. I stayed inside her, both of us breathing hard, my heart slamming against my ribs. I rolled us over so that she laid draped across my chest. My arm wrapped around her waist. My other hand stroked through her damp hair. Somehow, I knew these weren't sad tears. She was content in my arms. Pearl was already drifting, her eyes fluttering closed, her body heavy and lax with tiredness. I kissed her forehead again. She rewarded me with a lopsided smile. “Why won’t you

The cab smelled like old cigarettes and fast food. I kept my knees pressed together, arms crossed over my chest, staring straight ahead. The familiar shame of my body hitting home. Again, stupid Derek popped into my head. How I'd unveiled every inch of myself to him. I said I wanted Jason to fuck me, but deep down part of me was relieved that he never tried. That I'd gotten to share my biggest shame with my bully of a husband and only him. He wasn't a bully though. He was, fuck… a lot of things. A complicated, sexy devil man who knew how to satisfy a— No, Pearl. Fucking stop it. He wants to buy you for a year. That's fucked up. I kept having to remind myself that his obsession wasn't healthy. He barely knew me. Didn't seem to matter last night, my sore pussy whispered. What the fuck was wrong with me? My body just couldn't get enough of his. "Just suppressed, teenage hormones fighting to be let out, Pearl," I muttered to myself in frustration, when thoughts of Derek had my

"Dad, let me see the papers," I said with a huff, trying to ignore my entire family grating on my nerves. "We need more champagne. A glass for you," my dad said, leading me to the coffee table, where the papers awaited. "Be right back." I looked them over for a few minutes while my family continued to drink and be merry. I wasn't a law student, but I knew Derek. He wasn't going to just pay off their debts. There had to be a catch. "Good thing he came by. The bank was on the verge of evicting us. We missed too many payments. Your dad was going to declare bankruptcy today," my mom said, looking me up and down with disdain, but then the smile was back in place. It was like they couldn't hear the words that they were saying. "Dad, this isn't good. This says Mr. Nelson bought the house from the bank. He owns the business too. He isn't saving us. He is owning our asses. Don't you get that?" I tried to get my family to understand, but my words fell on deaf ears. Crafty, cunning, so

Lennon, are you okay?" mom wailed while she rushed over to my dad, then whipped her head towards me, piercing me with enraged eyes. "Call the police, Lena. Your sister needs to be taught—" I was huffing and heaving, any remorse I might have felt overshadowed by vindication. Not even daddy dearest was walking all over me. Not today. "Get over yourself, Rose. We were fooled. I bet on the wrong daughter. Lena's not a fucking MIT student, but Pearl is. Aren't you, baby? Why didn't you tell us you graduated and have a job already?" my dad asked, coming clean as I glared daggers at him for trying to play me. "Lena?" my mom looked to Lena helplessly as her last hope, as though Lena could somehow change the truth. But there was no point. The jig was up. Fucking stupid people. Then a harrowing question popped into my head. If I wasn't smart to these people, what was I? Other than a sad fat girl? "It wouldn't have mattered if I won a fucking Nobel prize. Lena this and Lena that.

"Hey Plush bitch. We're all busy right now. Go fuck a tree," said Henry, Jason's best friend. No way was I addressing Jason directly. I had some pride left. Huh. Go figure. I had pride these days. Or maybe— Nope. Going with the pride thing. "Tina? Are you there? Please, Tina. It's an emergency, " I pleaded with easily the nicest person in the friend group. She was dumb as a sack of rocks and couldn't take a hint, but maybe just maybe that would work in my favor today. Hushed whispers sounded in the background. "Pearl, do you know Jason and you broke up? Like, everyone knows," said Tina, and I could practically see everyone rolling their eyes at her while she tried to let me down gently, despite wanting to help. "Yeah, I know. I was there, Tina. Now I, look, I just really need a friend right now. Please Tina?" I pleaded, seeing Mrs. Geller, the neighbourhood Karen, appear in her driveway. Fucking great. That was all I needed. Some old prude bitching at me about