Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 83602 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83602 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
He was going to pay for putting my mother in the looney bin and for leaving me to pick up the pieces.
I’d already decided that I hated her—the daughter. I’d never met her, but I imagined the worst based on her name alone, which ironically rhymed with vendetta.
Greta.
I thought it was an ugly name.
I was betting she had a face to match.
The second I stepped off that plane, the smog and funky smell of Boston were a big giant “fuck you.” I’d heard that song before about the dirty water here, and that didn’t surprise me after taking one look around.
When we first pulled up to the house, I refused to get out of Randy’s car, but it was cold, and I was freezing my ball sac off, so I finally gave in and dragged my feet inside.
My stepsister stood in the living room waiting for me with a huge smile on her face. My eyes immediately landed on her neck.
Fuck. Me.
Remember that bet about the face matching the name? Well, apparently, I’d lost that bet to my dick. Greta wasn’t ugly…at all.
This development was a minor hiccup in my plan, and I was determined not to let it slow me down.
I reminded myself to keep a serious face.
Her long strawberry-blond hair was tied up into a ponytail that swung back and forth as she moved toward me.
“I’m Greta. Nice to meet you,” she said
She smelled good enough to eat.
I corrected the thought in my head: good enough to eat and SPIT HER OUT. Don’t lose focus.
Her hand was still suspended in the air as she waited for me to take it. I didn’t even want to touch her. That would further throw me off track. I eventually took her hand, squeezing it too tightly. I wasn’t expecting it to be so goddamn soft and delicate like a bird’s foot or some shit. It trembled a little. I was making her nervous. Good. This was a good start.
“You look different…than I pictured,” she said.
What was that supposed to mean?
“And you look pretty…plain,” I retorted.
You should’ve seen her face. She thought I was being nice for a split second. I nipped that in the bud when I added the word “plain.” Then, her pretty smile dipped down into a frown. That should’ve made me happy, but I didn’t like it at all.
In reality, she was anything but plain. Her body was exactly my type: petite with small curves. Her perfectly round little ass stretched through a pair of gray yoga pants. It was no surprise that she did yoga with a tight body like that.
And her neck…I couldn’t explain what it was, but it was the first thing I noticed about her. I had to urge to kiss it, bite it, wrap my hand around it. It was fucking weird.
“Would you like me to show you to your room?” she asked.
She was still trying to be sweet. I needed to get out of there before I cracked, so I ignored her and headed for the stairs. After a brief encounter with Sarah, who I always referred to as stepmonster, I finally made it to my room.
After Randy came in to give me shit for a good half-hour, I chain-smoked and played some music to drown out the noise in my head.
Then, I went to the bathroom to take a hot shower.
I squirted some girly pomegranate body wash into my hand. There was a pink loofah sponge hanging off a suction cup on the tile wall. I bet that was what she used to clean her pretty little ass. I grabbed it and washed my body with it before putting it back. The pomegranate crap wasn’t really enough to do the job, so I used some men’s body wash to finish.
The bathroom filled with steam. I got out, and as I was wiping my body down, the door opened.
Greta.
Now was my chance to prove that I wasn’t all bark and no bite.
I let the towel drop to the ground to shock her. The idea was that she’d run out so fast that she’d barely see anything.
Instead, she stood there with her eyes glued to my cock ring.
What the fuck?
She wasn’t even trying to turn away as her gaze traveled slowly upward to my chest. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, it was like she woke up and realized what she was doing. She turned away and apologized.
But by that time, I was starting to have fun with it, so I stopped her from leaving.
“You act like you’ve never seen a guy naked before.”
“Actually, I haven’t.”
She was kidding, right?
“How disappointing for you. It’s gonna be really hard for the next guy to measure up.”
“Cocky much?”
“You tell me. Don’t I deserve to be?”
“God…you’re acting like—”
“A giant dick?”
Heh heh. That shut her up.
Then, came more staring.