All Chapters of My Billionaire Stepdaddy Wants To Play: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

8 Chapters

chapter 1

Wren’s POV“It’s over between us. You’re boring as fuck, and your cunt can never get wet.”I stared at my boyfriend of three years, Josh, as he took my heart and shattered it against the ground. What started as a beautiful Saturday home date turned into…this.“What?” The word came out of me, low and full of disbelief. The TV droned behind him, but I couldn’t hear anything.His blue eyes scanned me from top to bottom. Then, he folded his arms and he chuckled. A dry, sarcastic chuckle. “Yeah. I was confused and stupid. I can’t get it up to you anymore, Wren. And I’ve found someone who can.”My mind spun in ten million angles all at once.There’s no way this can be happening. Josh can’t break up with me. Not after I’ve picked out our baby names and planned our entire wedding in my head.Hot tears sprang to my eyes and I moved grabbing his arm and pulling him to me. “Please, baby. Just…talk to me. We can figure this out. Okay? I…we can use lube or anything, just—“He dragged his arm back

Chapter 2

Callum’s POVThere’s a keycard stuck outside my suite door. The door is wide open and someone is inside.At first, annoyance flashed through me. I immediately thought of Matthew and his stupid pranks. I’m sure he’s sent some girl to my room, his version of “looking out for me.”I need to get my spare keycard back.Fuck, I’m exhausted. I’ve had enough of charity galas to last me ten fucking lifetimes. Again, I have Matthew to blame. What’s the point of attending these things? One phone call and my donation is handled. The last thing I want is putting my face out in public with the line of not very legal businesses I own.Why on earth do they need me to show up?I walked into my room and the first thing that caught my attention was the dainty pair of heels on the floor. I’m not an expert on female fashion, but these heels look like they cost a pretty penny. I picked them up and placed them to the side. About to step back, I noticed they weren’t aligned. And is that a purse? Oh my goodn

Chapter 3

Wren’s POVI woke up slowly, everything all around me soft and a mess of blurs and shapes from all the alcohol I’d drunk. Saying I felt like utter shit would be a severe understatement but he was right here.Josh.My Josh. He came for me.I didn’t guess for one second that he’d hunt me down to this fancy ball.My head felt all fuzzy like my brain had turned to a mush of cotton wool. But I felt warm too, my body like I was floating in a dream. The bright light hurt my eyes and I squinted, but I saw him.Tall, strong, his shoulders broader than I recall. Did he start working out? Fuck he looks hot.My emotions got the better of me and I kissed him.The kiss started slow and sweet. But then he made a deep growl sound in his chest that I’d never heard before. He grabbed my face, his big and rough hands cupping my face. His fingers slid into my hair, gathered a fist full of my locks and yanked back.I moaned, my eyes fluttering shut as heat pooled between my legs. Fuck. When did Josh get

Chapter 4

Wren’s POVI woke up alone, feeling utterly and totally satisfied. Yet for whatever reason, I couldn’t recall why.After taking a shower, I noticed some bruising on my thighs, and a hickey on my neck. Some of last night's memories came rushing in. A man with his face between my thighs. Touching me, doing things to me.“Josh was here?!” I gasped, filled with part glee because he came back, and part horror because I couldn’t remember.This is why I don’t drink.I quickly got dressed in my clothes from the night, even though I couldn’t find my panties. I took my phone and called Josh, excitement making me nearly drop my phone.“What?” He snapped after three rings.“You came for me!” I cried out. “Why did you leave so soon? We could have gone home together.”A soft, feminine voice called from the background. “Babe! Come back to bed!”My heart tanked and my smile vanished.“Don’t call me again. And stop spewing rubbish about me. We’re done, Wren. Get a fucking hint.” He hung up before I

Chapter 5

Wren's POVThe words echoed in my head, and all I could do was stare at him like a deer in headlights. This had to be some stupid joke.“Five million dollars, Wren.” He said it in such a calm, conventional tone, but it still hit my chest like a bullet.My knees almost gave out right there in our cramped living room. The number was so absurd, so impossibly huge, that for several long seconds my brain refused to process it.Unable to process thoughts, I simply stared at him. Callum looked nothing like the kind of man who should be standing in our shitty apartment with peeling wallpaper and second-hand furniture.He was way taller than me about six feet three in a black suit that was obviously custom-made. His dark hair was styled with ruthless precision not one strand out of place.Power and wealth radiated from him like heat from an open flame and I looked away hoping to catch my breath.Why would Mom ever borrow from someone like him? He didn’t look like a regular banker. From the w

Chapter 6

Wren’s Pov“Anna….Mom…debt five million—”No matter how much I tried I couldn’t seem to get the words out. Sobs kept ripping through me, turning my sentences into short and meaningless phrases. I was curled on the floor of our tiny living room, phone pressed to my ear like a lifeline as I waited for her to reply. “Wren, breathe,” Anna said, her voice laced with worry. “Just breathe, okay? Calm down. Meet me at The Roasted Bean in twenty minutes. I’m already heading there.” I managed a shaky “okay” before she hung up. Without thinking I threw on one of the first clothes I could lay my hand on and by the time I dragged myself into The Roasted Bean, I probably looked like a wreck. I had avoided every mirror but I didn’t need any to tell me my eyes were swollen or that my hair was a tangled mess from running my hands through it. Even my clothes were all mismatched. I pushed the door open and every wa

Chapter 7

Callum’s PovThere was a thin line between anger and lust. So, the word goes, right? I knew what I must do, but each second that I stared at the picture before me, I couldn’t stop thinking about that night. The way her body had writhed under me. The way she had moaned my name, begging me for more.“Fuck!” I hissed, tossing the paper to the side. Everything that I needed to know about Wren was on a freaking A4 page. And yet, there was nothing that said anything about how addicting she would become.Richard was still in fucking hiding or dead. That scum better be dead, because it would be easier to die than face the wrath that I was feeling. And Patricia? The woman who had left her children, I couldn’t help but laugh at the fact that she had first come to me to beg, slowly working herself to being my fiancée and when she had the opportunity, she played right into my hand.Just where I needed her.“Anything?” I grunted to my secretary as she walked into the office.Her smile brightened

Chapter 8

Wren’s Pov No one wants me. Maybe there was someone out there who had hexed the name Wren Anderson, because the minute anyone sees the name, they all have the same expression; a blanched look, before they say the same line that I have heard more times than I should.“We are sorry, we can’t hire you.”Seven companies, same story, same expression.It felt like my name was blacklisted. “This is going to be better; I promise you,” Anna’s voice echoed through the phone. I could tell she was trying so hard to encourage me, but I had lost hope in everything.“We said the same thing three jobs back and yet we are still searching.” She hummed, sounded distracted, “yes…yes,” her voice interrupted by the sound of kissing and her giggling.“Anna?” I frowned, wondering if she had company. “Are you busy or…” She cleared her throat, I heard a groan, an obvious sound that didn’t belong to her. My eye

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