Stacey gaped at Dylan, swiping both her palms across her body to emphasize her overall appearance, slurring with her words, “What? I’m sultry, beautiful, and young! Any guy would die just to have me.Dylan, on the other hand, was no longer amused by it. Instead, he pinned her with a hard stare and a loud sigh of disappointment, calling the girl with her real name. “Stacy.” The girl abruptly stood stiffly, aware that Dylan was now taking a deadly serious tone. It was like all the alcohol fled from her system. “Yeah, right. I’m sorry.” She mumbles, lowering her head. Felling kind of disappointed with herself as well. “I’m cutting your allowance.” After a moment of self-deliberation, Dylan came to a decision on how he would discipline his adopted daughter for her delinquent behavior. “No buts. That’s final.” “Dy,” her voice suddenly softens, knowing that she couldn't alter his decision, “I can’t wait till I’m eighteen.” “Yeah? Still two years from now, potato.” He scoffed, walking
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