My Hot Stepfather novel Chapter 7

Vanilla

I got out of the car and stormed inside the house, slamming my backpack to the floor. “Dave! Dave, I need to talk with you now.” I screamed like I was losing my mind.

I couldn't control my temper and no one was able to stop me at that moment.

He froze on the stairs and glanced over his shoulder at me. “What do you want?” he asked me coldly with too much ignorance.

“I want you…” I paused when I realized that I couldn’t say what I wanted.

I continued. “I want you to leave me alone. You are not my father. I need to have a boyfriend and fall in love and discover life,” I said angrily, groaning and yelling.

He simply said without giving me another glance. “Okay!”

Then he climbed the stairs as if I never existed.

I gulped nervously and almost choked in my lumps. To be honest, I regretted what I said to him but what the hell was I going to say?!

I want him! Yes, I don’t need a fucking psychiatrist. I needed Dave and I needed him badly. I couldn’t deny and deceive myself anymore.

Even with the high walls that separated us from stepfathers and daughters, I felt as if… I…

I rushed up the stairs, forgetting about the maids and servants and barged into my parents’ room.

“Dave!” I called him because I didn’t spot him.

“I’m in the shower. Get out,” he said loudly.

I locked the door of the room and stepped into the shower to only see him naked. He was shocked but he didn’t say anything. He just waited for me to form any words and I bravely did.

“Dave! I want you,” I blurted out.

I guess by my words, he was totally shocked. He didn’t believe that I had the courage to say it.

He got out of the bathtub and wrapped his waist with a towel, avoiding my eyes as if he was trying to process what I was trying to say.

I was like a drunk person. I didn’t know how I got the gut to say it. And why did I do that?! What about my mother?!

Too many questions bumped inside my brain and I couldn’t find the answer for any.

But it happened and I said that.

I raised my head up and blocked his path. “Dave, I love you like a man, not like my father,” I said confidently.

He closed his eyes and inhaled and exhaled loudly. I could swear that I heard his heartbeat. He wasn’t acting normally as he used to. That made me sure that he was affected by my words to him.