was sincere, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t scared. “Yes, Shane. But please don’t ever hurt me again.”
“Never baby. I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you again.” This time he cupped my cheek with his strong hands and tenderly pulled my face to his, kissing my lips gently.
Chapter 8
I craved her, but I had to hold it together. I didn’t plan to stay in this house one more night. For some reason, they kept us in separate bedrooms. One day was too much for me. It was like being separated by an ocean. I didn’t like her stepfather one bit, something about him said that he was a creep and the mother was a pathetic mess. Her accident wasn’t as bad as they had played it. Sonya told me all about the call she received after I left. Then, she got here, and well, it was as if they were looking for a free servant. And her stepfather was looking like he wanted something else.
“Babe, get your shit together. We’re leaving,” I said after dinner.
“What?! I’m not leaving yet. I promised another week.” I knew this fight was going to happen, but I promised I wouldn’t hurt her so I needed to shield her feelings as best as I could.
“I can’t have sex with you here. If we go to a hotel you can come visit every day, but with them being like they are I’m forced to sleep in another room.”
“Tell me about it.”
“Then, if you feel the same way, why not just leave?” I asked. There was constant tension between her and her mother that I didn’t understand until the butler let me in on a little family secret. Let’s just say, if I ever saw her first stepfather, he’d be a dead man. The reaction from her mother disgusted me. She ran away from me to comfort that shrew of a woman? She wasn’t a shrew; she was worse. Mrs. Ingles was a vile woman with a selfish streak a mile wide.
“You’re right. We should just go.” She nodded her head and walked to the dresser where her things were stored. Immediately, Sonya grabbed a handful of clothes and set them on the bed.
“That was easy.” I thought it was going to be a bigger deal, but then again I didn’t feel any love lost between mother and daughter.
She pulled the suitcase from the closet and looked me in the eyes with a smile on her face. It wasn’t a smile that reached her eyes; something was bothering her. “I just want to be alone with you and away from them.”
“Let me ask you this, Sonya. Has he hit on you this whole time?” She froze in her spot and I knew I was right, but I didn’t like it. What else had he done? I’d kill him if it was more than the flirting.
“No. It’s everyone once and a while, but it’s not like he’s serious. It’s a creepy but harmless way, if you get me.” She offered an explanation that I still didn’t care for. He was an old pervert looking to cash in on years of marriage to that old bag.
“No. I don’t get you. There’s nothing harmless when a grown man who’s supposed to be your father figure is hitting on you. I saw what happened at dinner. If you didn’t think I saw that accidental brush of your hand, you were wrong, honey.”
“I’m sorry. I thought when you got here that it would stop, but it’s like he wants the risk of you catching him. I’ve told him that I want nothing to do with him.”
“So then why did you stay?” I had to ask the question that popped into my head.
“Because I had nowhere else to go and my mom said she wanted to make things right between us.” That was what I get for asking a question that I shouldn’t have. It was my fault she stayed here. If anything, I would have come with her and we would have left after one night. Then again, she was trying to build a relationship with her shitty mother.
“And you weren’t sure if leaving was worth losing your relationship?”
She finished zippering her suitcase, looking up at me sweetly. “Yes, but it really hasn’t been worth it. I’m glad you came for me.”
“So am I. Now, let’s go and get a room and
“Never baby. I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you again.” This time he cupped my cheek with his strong hands and tenderly pulled my face to his, kissing my lips gently.
Chapter 8
I craved her, but I had to hold it together. I didn’t plan to stay in this house one more night. For some reason, they kept us in separate bedrooms. One day was too much for me. It was like being separated by an ocean. I didn’t like her stepfather one bit, something about him said that he was a creep and the mother was a pathetic mess. Her accident wasn’t as bad as they had played it. Sonya told me all about the call she received after I left. Then, she got here, and well, it was as if they were looking for a free servant. And her stepfather was looking like he wanted something else.
“Babe, get your shit together. We’re leaving,” I said after dinner.
“What?! I’m not leaving yet. I promised another week.” I knew this fight was going to happen, but I promised I wouldn’t hurt her so I needed to shield her feelings as best as I could.
“I can’t have sex with you here. If we go to a hotel you can come visit every day, but with them being like they are I’m forced to sleep in another room.”
“Tell me about it.”
“Then, if you feel the same way, why not just leave?” I asked. There was constant tension between her and her mother that I didn’t understand until the butler let me in on a little family secret. Let’s just say, if I ever saw her first stepfather, he’d be a dead man. The reaction from her mother disgusted me. She ran away from me to comfort that shrew of a woman? She wasn’t a shrew; she was worse. Mrs. Ingles was a vile woman with a selfish streak a mile wide.
“You’re right. We should just go.” She nodded her head and walked to the dresser where her things were stored. Immediately, Sonya grabbed a handful of clothes and set them on the bed.
“That was easy.” I thought it was going to be a bigger deal, but then again I didn’t feel any love lost between mother and daughter.
She pulled the suitcase from the closet and looked me in the eyes with a smile on her face. It wasn’t a smile that reached her eyes; something was bothering her. “I just want to be alone with you and away from them.”
“Let me ask you this, Sonya. Has he hit on you this whole time?” She froze in her spot and I knew I was right, but I didn’t like it. What else had he done? I’d kill him if it was more than the flirting.
“No. It’s everyone once and a while, but it’s not like he’s serious. It’s a creepy but harmless way, if you get me.” She offered an explanation that I still didn’t care for. He was an old pervert looking to cash in on years of marriage to that old bag.
“No. I don’t get you. There’s nothing harmless when a grown man who’s supposed to be your father figure is hitting on you. I saw what happened at dinner. If you didn’t think I saw that accidental brush of your hand, you were wrong, honey.”
“I’m sorry. I thought when you got here that it would stop, but it’s like he wants the risk of you catching him. I’ve told him that I want nothing to do with him.”
“So then why did you stay?” I had to ask the question that popped into my head.
“Because I had nowhere else to go and my mom said she wanted to make things right between us.” That was what I get for asking a question that I shouldn’t have. It was my fault she stayed here. If anything, I would have come with her and we would have left after one night. Then again, she was trying to build a relationship with her shitty mother.
“And you weren’t sure if leaving was worth losing your relationship?”
She finished zippering her suitcase, looking up at me sweetly. “Yes, but it really hasn’t been worth it. I’m glad you came for me.”
“So am I. Now, let’s go and get a room and
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