My Hot Stepfather

Chapter 7

Vanilla

I got out of the car and stormed inside the house, slamming my backpack to the floor. “Dave! Dave, I

need to talk with you now.” I screamed like I was losing my mind.

I couldn't control my temper and no one was able to stop me at that moment.

He froze on the stairs and glanced over his shoulder at me. “What do you want?” he asked me coldly

with too much ignorance.

“I want you…” I paused when I realized that I couldn’t say what I wanted.

I continued. “I want you to leave me alone. You are not my father. I need to have a boyfriend and fall in

love and discover life,” I said angrily, groaning and yelling. NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

He simply said without giving me another glance. “Okay!”

Then he climbed the stairs as if I never existed.

I gulped nervously and almost choked in my lumps. To be honest, I regretted what I said to him but

what the hell was I going to say?!

I want him! Yes, I don’t need a fucking psychiatrist. I needed Dave and I needed him badly. I couldn’t

deny and deceive myself anymore.

Even with the high walls that separated us from stepfathers and daughters, I felt as if… I…

I rushed up the stairs, forgetting about the maids and servants and barged into my parents’ room.

“Dave!” I called him because I didn’t spot him.

“I’m in the shower. Get out,” he said loudly.

I locked the door of the room and stepped into the shower to only see him naked. He was shocked but

he didn’t say anything. He just waited for me to form any words and I bravely did.

“Dave! I want you,” I blurted out.

I guess by my words, he was totally shocked. He didn’t believe that I had the courage to say it.

He got out of the bathtub and wrapped his waist with a towel, avoiding my eyes as if he was trying to

process what I was trying to say.

I was like a drunk person. I didn’t know how I got the gut to say it. And why did I do that?! What about

my mother?!

Too many questions bumped inside my brain and I couldn’t find the answer for any.

But it happened and I said that.

I raised my head up and blocked his path. “Dave, I love you like a man, not like my father,” I said

confidently.

He closed his eyes and inhaled and exhaled loudly. I could swear that I heard his heartbeat. He wasn’t

acting normally as he used to. That made me sure that he was affected by my words to him.

Something was happening to both of us.

He eventually opened his eyes and shook his head. “If you need someone to teach you to drive, then

let me help you in your driving lessons,” he said slowly and calmly.

I narrowed my eyes trying to know what he meant. He diverted the subject. Does that mean he didn’t

want me?

“Dave, I…” I was going to continue.

But he placed his fingers on my lips. “Vanilla, I’m your stepfather. Stop that now. Don’t hurt me, please.

I can’t lose you.” He sighed and then passed me to walk back to his closet.

I didn’t follow him, I just stormed out of the bedroom. Yes, he was right. He was my father and how

could I face my mother now. And how could we live under the same roof after this?!

I scolded myself for being selfish and for acting like a slut.

Once my hand reached the doorknob of my room, I felt a big hand and someone pushing me inside my

room.

My heart deeply skipped some beats. I knew who it was. But the feeling of his bare chest and his warm

hands gave me electricity this time. It was different but stronger.

I was happy but scared to face him. Scared to turn my body and look at his eyes.

I couldn’t know that I was lost and that I didn’t know what I wanted from him. But the truth was that I

realized it wasn’t a sexual thing that I wanted from him. I realized that I wanted all of him.

I wanted his heart, his soul and his body. I wanted to replace my mother! And that was freaking

terrifying me.

He locked the door of my room and came closer, sticking his body to my back and wrapping his arms

around my waist. He touched my stomach while slowly digging his big hands down to my shirt.

I didn’t budge. I just closed my eyes, waiting for the next move. I wanted to be a follower, not a leader. I

was his as a daughter but now I was truly his.

He leaned and pressed his chin down to my neck, fanning my ears warmly with his sensual breaths. “I

want you more. You are mine Vanilla. You were always mine,” he sighed.

Then he turned my body to look at him. I lowered my gaze down to the floor but he raised my head up

with his hand gently. “I love you Vanilla.” He nodded with a smile that I swore lit up my world in just a

second.

I trembled “I _” I stuttered. I didn’t know what to say but he cut off my embarrassment by pushing me to

the wall and pinning me against it. “I don’t want to hear anything from you now. I just wanted to let you

know that you are mine. But I’m still your father,” he mentioned, reminding me of the facts that I

wouldn’t be able to forget. However, at the same time, I couldn’t understand what he meant by that.

I widened my eyes. “Do you mean that I will be secret in all this?” I sulked and pushed him away from

me.

He licked the corner of his mouth, staring at me dangerously. “I will have you and your mother. You

have to accept that.” He raised his brows.

“What the fuck?! Never! Forget what I have said. You are just my stepfather!” I almost shouted at him.

He smirked demonically. “We will see about that. Because no one else will touch you.”

I raised my hand up, pointing to the door. “Get out now Dave! Out!” I commanded him sternly.

He nodded and left the room, slamming the door behind him and leaving me sinking with my rainy

tears.