MY TABOO STEP DADDY
Just that raw, bland bitterness like the one in my heart.
“I’m a criminal, not a philanthropist.” Plopping down on my leather chair, I cross my legs, peering out the window. So, I’m really leaving him? Shit! The faster this plane takes off, the better. “You should know how selfish I am by now.”
“Louis Vuitton interior, really?” Selene scowls. If eyes can kill, I’d be dead by now. “A big dick, pocket, and ego will get you nowhere. It’s high time you do a little good.”