Taken by my stepfather
The plan was simple: go stay with my mom for a while, meet her new husband, maybe fake a few smiles, and then quietly count down the days until I could leave.
I didn’t expect to end up at a club on my first night out, dancing too close to a dangerously hot silver fox who looked at me like he already owned me. One drink turned into a blur of heat and hands. We didn’t even make it into the car; he had me up against it, my fingers gripping the roof while his mouth made promises he definitely kept.
I thought it was just a one-night mistake. A beautiful, filthy secret. Until the next morning… when I met my mom’s husband.
And he was him.
Now every family breakfast and dinner is a slow-motion panic attack; every glance between us is wrong. I can’t tell my mom. I won’t tell her. But the worst part?
I still want him.