Chapters (42)
- Playlist
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Chapter Thirty-Four
- Epilogue
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Too bad he’s an asshole, telling me to call him Mr. Powers. I should have said, Sure, as long as you call me Ms. Stewart. Why do I always think of great comebacks afterward? I hate that.
Mr. Powers.
Suddenly all I can think of are his full, delicious lips on mine as he picks me up and slams his big dick inside me. Because if he’s this perfect in real life, his penis has to be giant-size, too. Right? What is wrong with me? I’m mortified, but my panties are gooey and wet.
“Go put some clothes on.” My mother’s voice makes me almost scream. How did I forget she was still here?
I swallow and nod at her since I can’t look her in the eyes. Jett Powers is her fiancé. Yes, my mother is a terrible person and a bad parent, but she’s still my mother. I have to stop lusting after her boyfriend… fiancé. He really might end up being my stepdad.
That’s sick. And yet I almost squirm as my pussy throbs. Would he want me to call him Daddy?
Jesus Christ. I need sex, now.
Tonight.
Brody has to come over, or I need to go to him. Either way, the job needs to get done.
I clear my voice and finally look up at my mother who’s frowning at me. With the amount of Botox she’s had injected into her face, that’s quite a feat.
“So.” I nod at her. “Have a good trip.” I turn and almost run. God, talk about awkward and guilty sounding.
“Raven?” Her voice stops me, and I slowly turn.
“Yes?”
“Do you think I’m stupid? I saw you eyeing Jett.” I go to open my mouth to deny it, but she holds up a hand, stopping me.
“Stop. You’re like a bitch in heat. Let me give you some motherly advice.” I almost groan because I can feel this is going to be ugly. Wow, I haven’t even been in LA for twelve hours and here we go.
“Just because Mr. Powers was nice to you, it means absolutely nothing. It’s his job to make people think he likes them.” She walks toward me, and any guilt that I might have had evaporates as I stare at her.
“Do you think I don’t know that every woman wants him? But I’m the only one he put a ring on.” She smirks. “Because we belong together.” She licks her fat duck lips. “So don’t get your hopes up. The only thing Jett Powers likes is a warm willing hole.”
“Oh my God.” I gape at her, watching her eyes go up and down my body, her lips turning into a sneer.
“I’m the only one who can truly give Jett what he needs.”