VANESSA’S POV Mr. Kingsley was everything I wanted but couldn’t have. Extremely good-looking, with sharp features, bulging muscles I wanted to feel so badly, and a smile that was enough to make me wet instantly. My mother was a very lucky woman. She had managed to get herself a man like that just two months after my father passed away. I shook my head, hoping to chase away the improper thoughts and concentrate on washing the dishes. It didn’t work. I heard a knock at the kitchen door and turned just in time to see it open. It was Mr. Kingsley—my stepfather. “Nessa,” he called, his deep voice doing crazy things to my body. I wanted to touch myself just from the sound of his voice. “Yes, Mr. Kingsley?” I replied quickly, hoping my expression didn’t betray me. “Mom wants to see you in the living room,” he announced, crossing his arms. I stiffened. As if he noticed the change in my expression, he added, “Don’t worry. You’re not in trouble. Even if you are, I’ll save you.
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