Craving My Stepson
“Ace Wendell? He’s such a catch. Tall, handsome, rich, confident... like, seriously, girl, you scored.”
Heat crept into my cheeks, and I forced a polite smile. “He’s… something, alright.”
That set off another round of squeals.
Then one girl. She’s blonde, has sharp eyes, the kind who speaks her mind without filter. She leaned in closer. “But you know what the real catch is?”
The others quieted, waiting.
“His dad,” she whispered dramatically, as if unveiling a secret.
The group erupted in agreement.
“Oh my God, yes.”