My Hot Stepfather

Chapter 1

Vanilla

It was something wrong but it felt so right back then. Crave, desire and warm feeling that made me

forget how much I love my mother and made me see my stepfather, who I used to call dad, as my

lover.

We committed the betrayal in her bed, in her house and in her car. Almost everywhere belongs to her.

Even the both of us belonged to her but that wasn’t for long because something stronger than both of

us controlled our bodies. It invaded our souls, blinded us from the real fact that he was my stepfather

and I was the daughter he almost raised since I was eight years old until now.

Our life was normal in the beginning. He was a famous football player at his college when he met my

mother. He was twenty years old and born to a very rich family. As a talented and handsome football

player, he attracted the eyes around him fast but he only fell hard for the most gorgeous reporter which

was my mother. She was twenty-eight years old at the time, eight years his senior but that didn’t stop

them from getting married after his graduation. She was freshly divorced and everyone was proposing

to her. I was eight years old.

My father was an irresponsible man and I admit, he just kicked me and my mother out of his life for

other girls. He didn’t look after me; he didn’t care about me. He didn’t ask for any help after they got the

divorce and later in life, I figured out that he was only using my mother’s beauty and money to be

wealthier. He was so greedy and filthy rich but he always wanted more.

This was the way that guy entered our life as well. He was a charming prince; his smile lighted my

mother’s world and made me happy as well. He treated me so nicely as a real father and the Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

relationship between us was like a normal daughter and father one.

I was more attached to him than my mom. He was a fucking rich businessman and my mom was rich

as well but she was only a tv presenter and sports reporter. She should have the time for her only

daughter but that didn’t happen. I guess because she was relying on Dave all the time.

Yes, he was Dave Green, the most famous bachelor and a playmaker quarterback football player. He

quit the games to concentrate on his family companies and to be a good husband and father.

It was hard for me to not fall for him; It was kind of impossible as a young child with no father or mother

to take care of me. My mother was always busy and didn't give a shit about me at all.

Everything was moving smoothly and I didn’t notice that I was falling at the beginning. I was just too

close to him and he was my only best friend. I trusted him so much and always asked him for advice or

opinion which was so normal between a father and daughter. However, the fact that he wasn’t my

biological father and I wasn’t his daughter, the relationship between us was taking another shape. But

we never figured that out until later.

I guess I was so lucky to have him in my life - A stepfather treating his stepdaughter in a very good

way! That was something I had never heard about. I only heard of fathers abusing their own daughters.

But I guess God loved me to give me Dave.

He was freaking good to me and he was always making time to help me in my studies at school or to

hang out with me as a father. He did what my real father and mother failed to do with me.

I was on his list of priorities: number one on his list. Whenever I called him, he would drop any

important thing he was doing and come back to me.

I remember when I got a fever and my mom was out and the helpers were on their day off. He was in

the middle of an important meeting that was like the dream deal of his life and he dropped all of that to

hurry up to the house and take me to the hospital. He was too protective, never yelled at me and never

punished me for anything. I was also an obedient girl until I reached my last year in high school.

Everything cracked and turned upside down.

I was a good girl with average grades. Not so popular but not normal as well. I was pretty but not like

my mother; She was breathtakingly beautiful but I was sexier than her. I got the bigger boobs and

bigger ass. I was hotter and attractive. My body was hellfire and the thing that was attracting the eyes

around me more was the fact that I have never dated any guy ever. Virgin! Yes sure. But that wasn’t the

point. The problem was that I realized I didn’t date anyone because I wanted someone like Dave.

Someone handsome, hot and who cared about me. A real man and not just a freaking idiot guy in my

school.

That’s when my feelings towards him started to take the unstable path where I started to dream of him

kissing me or touching me. I started to wake up so wet. He was only 30 years old and I was 18. I turned

into a sexy girl who only needed a dick to become a lady but he didn’t change at all. He was turning

into a hotter man and this was something I couldn’t get rid out of my head.

My mother was ignoring him as a husband and me as a daughter; She only cared about her reputation,

career and fame. As a result of this neglect, my relationship with Dave changed to one filled with

craving, lust and desire.

I always wondered why Dave didn't give my mother a divorce or cheated on her or something! It was a

big question for me because she didn't deserve that man. But I guess he didn't want to ruin our family.

For him, we were a family and I was his daughter, so I guess he was more scared to lose me,

especially since he didn't get any children from my mom.

I woke up that day horny and wet but I couldn’t understand why. I simply covered my head with the

pillows and decided to not go to school.

When I heard footsteps and doors opening, I didn’t open my eyes. I pretended that I was sleeping. I

enjoyed his scent as he leaned closer to me and nudged my shoulder gently, saying, “Vanilla.”

I ignored his calls until he sat next to me in bed: that’s when I uncovered my face. He moved his fingers

to my cheeks softly and said, “Vanilla, wake up. It’s your school time and I’m driving you today.” His

smooth touch and his sexy sweet voice made my heartbeat drum higher in my chest.

When I didn’t move, he grinned. “Well, I see. Then I have to do this.” He started to tickle me hard and I

laughed and squirmed under his touch. We both laughed hard but I didn’t know why I rolled my body

over on him and found myself sitting on his lap with my boobs pressing on his chest and our lips almost

brushed together.

I glared at him nervously then we both blinked breathlessly. It was an embarrassing and weird situation

but it was a different feeling. It wasn’t a daughter and father feel. It was a man and a woman feeling.

I pulled myself away from him and nodded shyly, “I will take a fast shower and follow you downstairs.” I

rushed to the bathroom and locked the door, breathing heavily.

‘What was that?!’ I asked myself. My heartbeat was drumming harder and louder, as if I was suffering

from heart attack symptoms.

I realized that I forgot my towel and clothes. I opened the door of my bathroom, naked searching for my

towel and noticed that Dave was still there, now staring at my body. He was checking me from my toes

to my hair silently, with eyes filled with yearning.

He gulped nervously and grabbed the towel and stood up to wrap the towel around my body slowly,

then he whispered in my ear, “I will be always the one who will cover your body,” and left in just a

second.

I was glued in place trying to find an answer to his words or to his facial expressions or even to his

body language. But I couldn’t! What was that?! What did he mean by that!

And what was happening to me for God sake? Why does he have that effect on my body?!

Later, I realized that it was my first heartbeat for him and for me.

‘I think he will be my first everything’ I sighed.