Ruin Me, Alpha Step-Daddy
He was shirtless, jeans hanging low, a sheen of sweat across his chest like he’d been working out here in the heat for a while before I wandered in.
A scar cut through his left eyebrow and down, thin and deliberate looking. Tribal tattoos ran up both arms and across his collarbone in dark patterns that looked ancient.
He looked dangerous. Not the kind that made threats. The kind that never needed to.
“I’m so sorry,” I said quickly, holding up the sunflower like evidence of a crime. “You must be the gardener ,I didn’t mean to trespass, I was just walking and I heard the sounds of the stream. I will replace it if you want me to “