Owned By My Stepdad(MxM)
Bella was already sitting at the wrought-iron table, looking like a literal vintage movie star in a silk headscarf, oversized white sunglasses, and a flowing emerald kaftan.
She was aggressively stabbing a raspberry while staring at her tablet.
"If my mother thinks I'm attending the Monaco yacht gala next weekend, she has officially lost her mind," Bella muttered as I slid into the chair opposite her.
She poured me a cup of espresso without even looking up. "I am on strike, Elias. The corporate world can survive without the Vance-Maritime heiress for at least a month."
I laughed, taking a slow sip of the rich, dark coffee. "Bella, you haven't moved from that daybed since we landed. I think y