Epilogue- Kendall The day of the wedding and everything goes wrong. It’s raining and Elora is late and I don’t know if I can go through with this. She finally shows up and her hair looks mussed and I groan. “I know you’ve got a man, you should just tell me,” I say, and she laughs. “Absolutely not. I just overslept. I’ve been single and with me, myself, and I,” she insists. “I’m so sorry, Kendall.” I haven’t seen Camden in three days and I miss him so much. We’ve been living together but I’ve been staying with my father for the last two days according to tradition. “I feel like I’m too pregnant for this dress,” I say. “You look beautiful. Camden is going to lose it the second he sees you,” she insists. °•°•°•°•°•°•° True to her words, when I walk down the aisle with Papa, Camden has a tear running down his cheek. “This dress is perfect, you are perfect,” he murmurs to me, and it reminds me of that first night, the first night he really noticed me in that dress, a
Epilogue 2- [Kendall] After we’re home, our baby finds his voice and screams the night away, but just when I think I’m getting to my breaking point, Camden's there. “I’ll take him for a while,” he says, pulling our son out of my arms. I run a hand through my mussed hair, exhausted. “He was crying all night,” I say. “Why didn’t you wake me?” he asks, frowning. “You looked so peaceful,” I tell him. “I didn’t want to disturb you.” Camden snorts. “Disturb me next time, principessa. I’m his father. I can do a lot of the work.” I look at him, disbelieving. I can’t believe he’s so involved when at first, I didn’t even know if he’d stick around even if he said he would. “I’m exhausted,” I admit. “And there’s baby vomit in my hair and I’m pretty sure his diaper is full of the most heinous thing you’ve ever smelled.” Camden barks out a surprised laugh. “I’m interested in where this is going.” “But I’m so happy, Camden,” I said, tears running down my face. “I’ve never been so
BLURB: It wasn’t supposed to happen—one reckless night that crossed every line I swore I’d never break. Getting caught tangled up with my best friend’s little sister? That’s a death wish. Dawn was always off-limits. To me, she was just the pesky kid who got under my skin. But now? She’s all grown up—dangerously beautiful, and impossible to resist. One night changed everything. Now, secrets are spiraling out of control. If her brother finds out, it could destroy more than just our friendship. But that’s not the worst of it. Dawn disappeared. Taken by shadows from a world I didn’t see coming. She’s in danger, and I’m the only one who can save her. They don’t know who they’ve messed with, but they’re about to learn. I’ll risk it all to bring her back—because some lines aren’t meant to stay broken. ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ Chapter 1 [Aldo] “Yes I got it ma, okay, love you too.” The distant sound of airplane tires screeching fades as Andre opens my car d
[Dawn]I can’t help but stare at Aldo again–like a total creep. He’s still chatting with Luca, but now a few more men have come.A waiter appears out of nowhere and gives them all a drink, they say cheers, and Aldo looks my way. He winks and drinks.Aldo and Luca are talking seriously now while they cook at the barbeque. I can’t tell what it is, but knowing Aldo, it’s probably work-related. Just going over more details and ideas. He’s been a good addition to Luca’s men. He was always worried about how the merge would go. Not that he said it. I could just tell how much it worried him. I’ve known him since we were kids.I head inside and check in at the kitchen with the catering staff; they’re preparing dinner for the adults and dessert for the kids. .I exit and find a corner of the patio to take a break. I enjoy another glass of champagne and some pizza rolls. The sun is setting, and even though I’ve seen a Miami sunset every day of my life, I take the time to stop and enjoy it.The
[Dawn]“Dawn?” he asks, his voice soft but sharp, cutting through the quiet. His forest-green eyes lock onto mine, and the heat in them is devastating. It’s like they’re burning through every layer of my defenses, leaving me bare. The air between us feels alive—crackling, dangerous, and impossible to ignore. “Oh, I need the snacks… down… here.” My words stumble out, half a thought, because my brain is already foggy. I can feel his gaze on me, heavy and deliberate. I turn slowly, my hips swaying just enough to tease. As I bend over, I pop my ass out, the thin fabric of my dress stretching taut. It clings to every curve, leaving little to the imagination. My heart pounds as I hear it—a sharp, involuntary intake of breath from behind me. The sound shoots through me like lightning, a thrill settling deep in my core. I come back up, the jar of pickles in my hand, but my cheeks are burning under his intense stare. I move to slide past him, but it’s no use. Before I can even think, h
[Aldo]The light is blinding for a few seconds, and suddenly it feels like I’ve got my dick in a mouse trap. Dawn bites my finger involuntarily, and we both finally see what’s happening.There’s no one at the door, but if there was, what they would’ve seen was Dawn mounted on the prep-counter with me holding her dress up and my balls currently sandwiched against her pussy.I pull out quickly and tuck my cock up in my waistband, as she slides off. Despite the interruption, it’s still hard as frigging rock. Dawn straightens her dress and adjusts her panties while the both of us get crushed with realization of what we were just doing.“I…I…uh,” I begin but can’t finish.“The snacks?” Dawn offers.“Exactly, you go do that.” I flatten myself against the pantry as she races out. She grabs the jar of pickles and is off. I’m breathless in the pantry, gripping onto the pantry shelves. What the hell just happened?I step out into the prep area and look about. There’s no sign of anyone here. I c
[Aldo]Those full lips and a smile that makes you feel good. And how her cheeks dimple when she looks startled… how she was looking up at me before I kissed her.“Nope,” I say to my car. “Nope, nope, nope.” I get my phone out and go for Andre. I’m gonna call him. You’re gonna tell him? My brain freaks out.He picks up on the second ring. “Aldo!” he calls. There’s music behind him and chatter everywhere. He’s out. “My man!”“My man!” I say back. “I see you’ve gotten back into your old ways.”“Just out and about,” he says. “You heard of a place called Hush?”“Course I have. Luca owns it!” I yell. I’m yelling in my car even though I don’t need to. What the hell am I doing? I should just go join him…“Damn man! This place was expensive as shit to get into, but worth it. There’s women everywhere, man.”“Yeah, it’s a bit of a hangout spot for the models on the Piovere brand. Luca owns that too. Actually, Sophie is the Creative Director now and…”“All I heard was you better wear earplugs to
[Dawn]At first, I thought I was crazy, like I’d imagined the whole thing. One minute Aldo and I are in the pantry, getting hot and sweaty, tasting each other’s forbidden fruit, next minute, he’s fleeing the house, leaving me aching for him.I want to finish what we've started, but now that it’s been almost a week since the hook up. And a week since I’ve barely had a proper conversation with Aldo, serious doubts are in my head. I know how desperate it sounds; a week is a long time to get ghosted by a guy. But since I’ve been waiting my whole life, I keep justifying the silence.His phone’s been broken. He’s having cell issues. Then Andre returns out of the blue and that puts a spanner in all the works.I grunt and see that I’ve ripped the fabric apart. I’m trying to mend a small Teddy for Michael. He’s a cute little thing, with a button nose and numb hands and feet. It’s been his cuddle toy since he was a baby. Sophie says he can’t sleep without it. But he also refused to teeth on any
Xavier I take a seat on the couch and Hazel obediently bends over my knee the way she’s been taught to do. Although she’s getting what she wants, I’ve turned it around on her, and now she’s nervous. Asserting my dominance, something I hope we’ll incorporate into our relationship more and more, has made this interaction even more enjoyable for me. My cock is getting hard as she stretches out over my thighs.I run a hand up the back of her legs, taking a minute to enjoy the sight of her laid out like this. The uniform is so perfect, so innocent… I love the feel of the rough wool of the skirt, and her childish little knee-high socks. I’ve always wanted to fuck her in her school uniform, and the anticipation of it is making my dick throb.I run a hand up to her ass, over her panties, enjoying the feel of her under my hand. I slide a hand under the fabric and squeeze her ass, and that’s when I notice her panties are very wet. They’re practically soaked through.“Dirty girl,” I growl. “Wha
I turn to see Xavier’s Jaguar rolling up to the curb behind me.It’s one thing to make fun of me, but it’s another thing altogether to see the three of them laughing at Xavier, delighting in their characterization of him as some kind of pervert. A protective reflex snaps in me. I don’t need these kids in my life. And after today, I’ll never see them again.Besides, I think, catching a glimpse of Xavier through the window, what the fuck are they even laughing at? Xavier is gorgeous by anyone’s standard, one powerful hand on the steering wheel, the light highlighting his strong jaw covered in a rough scrape of beard—a few days’ growth I find very sexy. He’s driving a goddamn Jaguar, and what do these boys have going for them? Kye has the Jeep that was given to him by his parents, and Christine has already told me that Eric has trouble getting off because he watches too much porn.These assholes don’t have the right to say anything to me.“Hey, it’s Daddy!” laughs Kye. “You gonna let him
Imagine how she would react if I told her the truth, I thought.But what’s done is done, and once I’d told her that version of the story I had to stick to it, constantly adding new details that I thought might make it more palatable for her. ‘He acts younger than he is,’ I told her. ‘His wife got custody of the kids, so he doesn’t have them anymore.’ Every lie I added to make it sound better only seemed to make it sound worse. At some point, I started thinking the truth would look better in comparison.When the teacher’s phone alarm rings, she orders us to put down our pens and collects our papers, and then Christine and I head to our lockers together to clean them out. It’s our very last day at school. Our last day in this building, our last day as high schoolers. And, I can’t help but wonder, maybe our last day as friends. Ever since I started telling Christine about my older boyfriend, ‘Jack,’ it’s only seemed to make her angrier and more judgmental, like I’ve disappointed her some
“You’re going to Cathy’s house?”“No, actually. I’m going back to New Mexico. Jack called and we talked it all out.”I still have no idea why she left New Mexico, can barely retain the name Jack. There have been so many men on the sidelines of my life with Melanie that after a while they all started blending into meaningless noise. Jack or no Jack, it doesn’t matter. It all comes down to Melanie. Melanie leaving. Melanie creating drama. Melanie being all about Melanie.“Uh, okay. Great.”“Unlike some people, Jack is capable of learning and growing, and now he understands that without my art, I’m nothing, Xavi I’m nothing.”“Melanie,” I interrupt her. “What about Hazel? Are you going to call her?”She gives a heavy sigh. “I wasn’t a bad mother, you know.”“I didn’t say you were.” I didn’t say it, no, but I’ve come to realize I’ve been thinking it ever since I first met Melanie and Hazel—at least on some level. Ever since Hazel’s hand was only big enough to wrap around one of my fingers
“Jesus Christ, Hazel,” he groans. “Fuck. I’m looking forward to fucking your ass. I’m going to fuck you so deep and so hard in your tight little ass.” He presses his finger into my hole, making little circles around the rim as everything inside of me draws tight and suddenly I’m screaming, crying out as I turn inside out and Xavier moans loudly, rolling his head back against the wall as he comes.As his spasms subside, he lowers his head back down and smiles at me, and kisses me softly. Our eyes flicker as they dance back and forth, looking deeply into each other’s. For the first time that I can remember, he doesn’t feel like my stepfather, and I realize that we’re becoming peers. Two humans that hold the key to the other person’s ecstasy. He’s my lover.With a swing of his arm, he lowers me onto my side—foreheads still touching, legs still interlocked, his cock softening but still inside of me. I’m dizzy with happiness, inhaling his breath and his skin. It’s the closeness I crave and
He pulls me down hard against him, his erection pressing against my sore pussy, and I wriggle against him, the soreness almost pleasant, arousal blurring and transforming the pain.“I want to give you something special,” I say timidly. “I wish I could have given you a better Father’s Day gift.”“Oh, sweetie.” He smiles. “I love your gift.”“But I mean, I want to give you something else. If you want to.” Suddenly I’m heating up with embarrassment. Surely this isn’t that hard to say. “Anal sex.” I blurt it out. “I thought maybe…would you like that?”“Sweetheart,” he says gently, then his whole face transforms as a smile pulls at the corner of his eyes. He laughs—a delicious, low rumbling sound. “Wait. Are you saying you want to give me anal sex for Father’s Day?”I can’t help but laugh either, an almost hysterical and involuntary reflex. When he puts it that way…it highlights the absurdity of this whole thing.“I guess so,” I giggle. “I didn’t really mean it that way, but I guess so.”“
HazelI Lie Awake in bed for a long while, wondering if Xavier will sneak in at some point. I’m alternately hopeful and despairing. Last night, it felt like nothing could ever come between us, but tonight, watching my mother flirt so overtly with him at dinner, I’m not so certain. It made me hotly jealous to find out they had sex on their second date. More than that, it was the fond smile the memory evoked in Xavier. What if my mother has somehow weaved her web around him again?I text Christine to chat but she seems standoffish and aloof.Are you just trying to chat or is something up? she eventually asks.Just chatting, I answer. Wanted to see how you are.I’m fine, she answers. Now you know. Why aren’t you chatting with your secret older boyfriend?I sigh and don’t answer. I don’t know how to. After staring at my phone blankly for a while, I put it down and stare at the ceiling instead.So Xavier and Melanie had sex on their second date. It’s painful to think of them being together
Every Daddy is a reference, a hidden threat to her mother. She’s feeling brave enough to flirt with danger, but I act like it’s perfectly natural. Like she’s always called me Daddy.The card is simple: ‘You’re the very best father I ever could have imagined. Thank you so much for everything you do for me.’ The book is a small coffee table book about architecture in Switzerland, not the most inspired gift, but I’m touched by the sentiment. “Thank you so much, sweetie,” I say, giving her shoulder an affectionate squeeze.“My turn,” grins Melanie, lifting a gift bag up from her feet and sliding it over to me. It appears to contain a bottle of wine. Better be a five-hundred dollar bottle of wine, I think to myself.But when I open it up, it’s not. It’s a seven dollar wine at best, but one that surprises me with the warm memories it brings up. I laugh with genuine mirth as I pull it out of the bag.“Almaden!” I exclaim, chuckling. “Oh my God. How did you ever find this?”Melanie laughs too
Mon dieu. “I thought you said you were sore.”She nods. “I don’t care. If I have to sit through dinner with Melanie pretending that everything is perfectly normal between us, I at least want the pain to remind me that you secretly fucked me in the bathroom.”It’s hopeless. My dick is hard already, throbbing in my pants. How has Hazel become such a filthy little girl so quickly? I’m equally shocked and turned on at the forbidden scenario she’s imagining. The one thing I can’t bring myself to tell her is that her mother has already guessed it—and doesn’t care. That, more than anything, is something I never want Hazel to know.“Turn around and put your hands on the counter,” I say in a low voice, turning off the water and unzipping my pants. I stand behind her, lining my cock up with her entrance and lean forward to murmur in her ear. “You’re a dirty little girl, aren’t you? You want me to fuck you while Mommy’s downstairs?”“Yes, Daddy,” she whispers. I squeeze a hand around her hip as