Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33691 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33691 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
“You could have introduced yourself.” My father's irritation bleeds through his words. “Molly is a sweet girl.”
“What does that mean?” I tear my gaze away from the stairs Molly escaped up to get far away from me as quickly as she could. I think that little mouse was listening to what my father and I had been talking about. I stare down my father, waiting for an answer. My irritation grows, which I didn’t think was possible at this point. Why am I so pissed at what he’s saying?
“She’s a sweet girl. Quiet. Don’t be an asshole to her.”
There it is again. That irritation is growing, but this time I can pinpoint it. It’s the word sweet that’s pissing me off.
“I’m not going to be an asshole.” Besides, the dark-haired Molly doesn’t look like her mother at all. She’s short and curvy with the darkest green eyes I’ve ever seen.
“It might be too late if she heard anything we were talking about.” Shit. How much had she heard?
“Is she always that skittish?” I find myself asking. Or it could be that she heard enough that she wants to be as far away from me as possible. I can’t say I blame her.
“She’s quiet. It’s been hard getting to know her.” My father runs his hand through his graying hair. “I don’t think she wants to be here any more than you want them here.”
“Is that why you’re building a new house?”
“No, and keep that to yourself. I haven’t told my wife about that yet. It’s a surprise.”
“A twenty-million-dollar surprise? Chase said you only put her name on the property.”
“No matter what happens to me, she will be taken care of. I want a fresh start with her. For so long, I’ve done what I thought I was supposed to. Now I don’t give a fuck. I want to do what makes me happy.”
“You shouldn’t give a fuck.” I can agree with him on that. His giving a fuck is why he stayed with Heidi for as long as he did. “I’m going to try and get a few hours of sleep. When will Emily be home?”
“She’s at a game. Dinner is at seven, and she’ll be here.”
“Seven it is,” I tell him before I venture up the stairs wondering where the little mouse's room is. I also wonder who West is and where the party he invited her to is taking place. If anyone knows, it’s my sister. I don’t know why I even care, but for some reason, I do.
I head toward my bedroom but pause when I hear two soft female voices. They are coming from the bedroom right before mine at the end of the east hallway. I can’t make out what they’re saying, but I know it has to be Molly and her mother.
I grab the back of my neck and squeeze. What the hell is wrong with me? I move away from the door before I get caught the same as she did. I get to my room and strip off my clothes, in need of a hot shower. Maybe it will help relax me. I’m suddenly very awake.
I try to ignore my cock as I step under the spray of warm water. I close my eyes, and Molly’s face comes back to me. She had a dusting of freckles across her cheeks. When her face flushed in embarrassment, it only made them show more. They were adorable.
A groan leaves me. Adorable? The fuck is wrong with me? I wrap my hand around my cock that I’ve been trying to ignore since her small body ran into mine. All the blood in my body had gone there. It pisses me off.
Anger fills me with each stroke. All I can imagine is those green eyes staring up at me with those lush pink lips wrapped around my cock.
“Fuck!” I grit out as I come in an embarrassing amount of time. I want to blame it on the fact that I haven’t jacked off in a while. As a teenage boy, it was frequent, but I found the less I did it, the less I thought about the idea of sex. Sometimes I abstain from it. I was determined to never be my father and let some bloodsucker latch on to me. Another groan leaves me as I think about Molly latching on to me. More cum shoots from my cock, falling to the shower floor, the water washing it down the drain.
I wash quickly, turning the water off before grabbing a towel to dry off. In my closet, I pull on some sweatpants before I let myself slip into bed. My gaze goes to my bedroom door. She’s not far.
The hell is wrong with me? It has to be the lack of sleep. They say it can often make you feel drunk. All I need is a few hours of rest, and these crazy thoughts about my stepsister will go away. I grab my phone first and fire off an email.