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My stepdady yanks the blankets off my bed. Unfortunately, I sleep completely nude. I push up onto my elbows, allowing my breasts to sway beneath me. I see Alexander's eyes have widened. Apparently he didn't expect me to actually turn over. "What's the matter, Daddy," I taunt softly. "Didn't you tell me to get up?" He licks his lower lip, his gaze lingering on my breasts before dropping to the junction of my thighs. I let my legs part just enough to reveal I'm completely bare beneath. *** "Wake up." I groan and bury my face deeper into the pillow. Assuming Alexander is talking to my mother, I ignore his voice echoing from the hallway. Summer has officially started. High school is behind me. College looms at summer's end like a decadent dessert with a hidden bitter aftertaste. College means freedom. It promises independence. But it also carries the weight of massive debt. My biological father drowns in his own financial troubles. Asking him for help would be ridiculous. He probably owes Mom enough unpaid child support to cover my entire tuition twice over. Mom refuses to ask Alexander for assistance. I understand why. My stepfather might be the most attractive man I've ever encountered in person. He's that classic type who played baseball through high school and college. The kind who maintains his athletic physique through relentless workouts. He built a fortune through real estate investments. Yet he's notoriously frugal. At least that's what Mom constantly complains about. Their arguments always revolve around money. Alexander keeps tightening the limits on Mom's credit cards because she consistently maxes them out. The more he restricts her spending, the more hours I need to work. When they first got together, Mom's shopping sprees included things for me. Now she can't buy me anything because her monthly allowance disappears within days. Fortunately, Mom purchased me designer clothes and a premium laptop before Alexander implemented his financial controls. Those got me through graduation, but college expenses are entirely my responsibility. I sigh and attempt to reclaim my sleep. Last night I worked a private event at Le Jardin, the upscale restaurant where I'm employed. The party rented out the entire establishment. They kept ordering expensive champagne, so the owner extended their reservation. I deserve to sleep in, and I won't let my parents' bickering ruin that. Just as I'm drifting back to sleep, I hear the distinct click of my door opening. "Time to get up, Isabella," Alexander repeats. "Mom isn't in here," I mumble into my pillow. "That's the damn problem. She promised to be here." "What does that have to do with me?" "She was supposed to help me paint the study. Did you know about this spontaneous ladies' brunch she organized?" I grunt a negative response, trying to wrap my pillow around my head to block him out. "Well, since she's not here, you're helping me instead." "Can't you hire professionals?" Alexander scoffs. "You sound exactly like your mother." That comment irritates me. I consciously learn from my parents' mistakes. Both dropped out of college. Dad constantly chases dubious get-rich-quick schemes. Mom essentially does the same thing, except she targets wealthy men. I don't know how she managed to deceive Alexander long enough to secure marriage. Unlike her previous relationships, this one actually lasted. "Come on, Isabella." "Give me one more hour," I plead. "I didn't expect to be dragged from bed at dawn. I worked until midnight." "You're eighteen now. Adults face the consequences of their choices." Alexander yanks the blankets off my bed. Fortunately, I'm lying on my stomach since I sleep completely nude. "These are Mom's consequences, not mine," I retort. "What the hell? You're not wearing anything." He sounds genuinely shocked and offended, making me laugh. "I was covered by the blanket until you stole it." "Why are you naked?" I glance over my shoulder at him because his husky tone sends shivers through me. His nostrils flare as his gaze sweeps across my bare back. If he weren't married to my mother, the thinnest woman I've ever known, I might mistake the look in his eyes for desire. "Are you prohibiting nude sleeping now?" "I'm asking why you're naked. Did you have someone in here?" I laugh derisively. "Someone?" I'm not attracted to boys my age. I prefer mature men. Yes, I have daddy issues - sue me. Regardless, it doesn't matter. I earn excellent tips, but that means working every night when normal people socialize. Who wants to date on Tuesdays just because restaurants are slow and that's my day off? "Are you sneaking people into this house?" Alexander demands. "Considering I'm an adult, I'd hope any guests would be adults too." "Answer my question. Is that why you're sleeping naked?" His eyes scan the room as if searching for hidden intruders. His gaze drops to my bed and the space beneath it. Before he investigates under there and discovers my secret collection of intimate toys, I decide to end his suspicion. "Is sleeping naked against house rules? If so, I've been violating them for years." Alexander's eyes lock with mine. His Adam's apple dips noticeably before rising again. "You're telling me you always sleep naked?" "Absolutely. Now we have a situation. You want my help, but you'll either need to return my blanket or leave the room unless you want an unrestricted view." I expect him to retreat hastily or scramble for my blanket. Instead, he raises one eyebrow. Is that a challenge? "You expect me to believe you'll actually turn over? If you were going to do that, you would have done it already." With that single remark, he completely reverses our dynamic. I counted on his embarrassment forcing him to leave. Now what do I do? Chapter 2 A slow, knowing smile spreads across Alexander's face as he leans against the doorframe. He crosses his arms, the fabric of his shirt stretching tight across his chest. This has become some strange power play between us. I can see the exact moment he realizes I've been lying on my stomach out of propriety rather than exhaustion. "Perfectly fine," I respond. "Feel free to stand there watching me sleep if that's your idea of entertainment." I shift position on the mattress, making a show of getting comfortable while actually growing more tense. Turning toward the wall, I escape his penetrating gaze. Yet I remain acutely aware of his presence filling the doorway. The longer this strange standoff continues, the more my body begins humming with awareness. When I move again, my breath catches at how the sheets friction against my sensitive peaks. A steady pulse begins beating between my legs. I squeeze my thighs together. The initial discomfort of his presence is transforming into something hotter, more dangerous. I arch slightly, tilting my hips in a subtle circular motion that creates delicious pressure. Alexander clears his throat roughly. "Enough resting," he says, his voice gravelly. "I require your assistance." "Sounds like you're determined to make me pay for my mother's choices. You're not my father." He mutters something under his breath that sounds suspiciously like, "thank god for small mercies." The words sting, making me flip over to face him again. Narrowing my eyes, I inform him, "If you're going to be unpleasant, you certainly won't get any help from me, even when I do rise." "How exactly am I being unpleasant? Besides rousing you at the terribly early hour of eight o'clock?" "You act like being my father would be some horrific fate." He lets out a harsh laugh. "It would be, given how I'm currently reacting to you." His gaze drops meaningfully downward. Finally, I allow my eyes to travel down his form. He's wearing a faded t-shirt with paint stains and worn khakis. When my gaze reaches his lower body, it stops dead. The front of his trousers is visibly strained. I can clearly see the outline of his erection pressing against the fabric. The shape is so defined, I imagine I can see it pulsing. My tongue darts out to moisten suddenly dry lips. Alexander clears his throat so abruptly I jump, my eyes snapping up to meet his. His smirk has deepened. When his gaze slowly sweeps down my back, my skin tingles as if physically touched. "I may not be your father," he says. "But if you don't get that lovely backside out of bed, I'll have you calling me Daddy." My mouth opens to demand an explanation, but the blaring ringtone from his pocket interrupts us. Watching him struggle to retrieve the phone through his constricted pants brings a satisfied smile to my face. His obvious arousal makes me reconsider my intimidation. He must find me somewhat appealing if he's that affected, right? "Hello?" His voice remains rough when he answers. I push up onto my elbows, allowing my breasts to sway beneath me. As they move against the sheets, I bite my lower lip to suppress a moan. Glancing over my shoulder, I see Alexander's eyes have widened. Apparently he didn't expect me to actually turn over. Victoria's voice comes through the phone speaker, muffled but audible as she asks if everything's all right. That's when I complete my roll onto my back. His mouth hangs slightly open, breathing as though he's just sprinted around the property. Then again, my own chest is rising and falling rapidly too. "What's the matter, Daddy," I taunt softly. "Didn't you tell me to get up?" He licks his lower lip, his gaze lingering on my breasts before dropping to the junction of my thighs. I let my legs part just enough to reveal I'm completely bare beneath. "Christ," he whispers. Victoria's voice through the phone seems to break whatever spell held him. I can't make out her words, but they prompt him to turn toward the door, one hand pressing against his obvious bulge. Click to continue reading👉👉

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