Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 37885 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 152(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37885 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 152(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
I laugh. The confidence I see in my stepsister is such an amazing transformation. “You killed it,” I tell her as I walk her back, towards an empty nook where the corridor outside the show turns a corner. “Absolutely amazing. They’ll be fools not to pick you.”
As soon as I push her into the empty space, she jumps up into my arms, one leg wrapping around my body as she lifts herself up onto a window ledge overlooking the parking lot, pressing herself into me. My hard cock bobs at her entrance, and seriously if it wasn’t so public I’d be tempted to take her right here.
“Daddy, this is naughty,” she whispers.
I nod. “It is. And it feels good, doesn’t it?”
“What…what are you thinking of doing?”
“This,” I say, and reach down between us, pushing her skirt up. “You want that, don’t you? Tell Daddy you want him to touch you right here, right now.”
She glances across at the others coming out of the hall. Nobody is even glancing our way. She nods. “I want you to touch me. Right now, Daddy.”
“Good girl.” I grin as I reach forward, cupping her through her panties. “Just like this?”
“No.” She gasps. “More. Put your fingers inside me. Please.”
“Naughty girl.”
She nods. “You need to punish me. Later.”
I laugh at that, and pull down on the waistband of her panties, exposing just the top of her cunt. I slide a finger along it and her mouth falls open.
“Who’s the girl, Jackson?” The voice comes from my left, and before I can stop myself I turn that way.
The flash goes off and as I’m blinded by it I get a glimpse of a grinning face. Motherfucker.
In a rage, I drop Mina and turn toward the photographer. “Give me that fucking film,” I growl, reaching out for his camera, but he’s already moving back.
“No fucking way. This is my livelihood.”
I snarl, ready to knock teeth out. But there are other photographers. Before I know it, they’re all snapping pictures—of me, of Mina, demanding to know who she is and what we’re doing together.
I have to get her back to the hotel.
Turning, I grab her hand before anyone can ask anything else, and tug her toward the stairs. Fuck, she looks so scared, so much like the little sister I remember instead of the one I’ve been with this past week. And as much as I’ve enjoyed our time together, I still haven’t forgotten my one mission in life: protecting her.
“Come on,” I tell her as I stoop and lift her into my arms. “I’m getting you out of here.”
CHAPTER 12
Mina
I push away from the crowd of paparazzi, blinded by the flashing lights as I retreat back into the hotel. Nobody follows me, I guess they’re more interested in Jackson and his football career than they are in his girlfriend who just happened to win a place in a fashion contest.
It was strange, the way they were asking who I was. It made me feel frightened in a way I don’t remember ever feeling before. Well, not in the last few days I remember, anyway.
Until they started asking that, I thought…
Well, I thought we had been an item for a while. When Jackson told me all about how we met and dated and all, it seemed like we’d been together forever. But if we had, nobody would be questioning who we were. This must be the first time we’ve been out in public together.
As I lean back against the cool wall and close my eyes, listening to the drone of inaudible questions still being thrown at Jackson outside, I’m just relieved that’s not my everyday life. I don’t know how he copes with everyone recognizing him all the time.
“You all right there, miss?”
I open my eyes to see one of the hotel porters looking concerned. But I nod and force a smile. “Just taking a break from everything.”
“Sometimes it’s nice to imagine being famous. But I guess the reality is something different.”
“I’m not famous. But my boyfriend is.”
“Jackson Sanders, right?”
“Right.”
He chuckles and rolls his eyes. “Go Trojans.”
I laugh at that, and he grins as he turns away and heads for the elevator. As the doors slide open, I see a girl standing inside that seems vaguely familiar. I watch her step out, exchanging a few words with the porter as she enters the lobby.
Where do I know her from? She’s much smaller than me, short and skinny and bunched in on herself like she doesn’t want to get in anyone’s way. Wearing a rucksack on her back like she’s some sort of schoolgirl. Part of a name comes to me as I watch her head for the counter.
Rosa? Rose? Rosie?
Suddenly, she swivels on her heel, glancing all around herself. Until her eyes land on mine, and her mouth spreads in a wide grin.