My Hot Stepfather

Chapter 20

Dave

Surprisingly vanilla didn’t leave the house on that day and she stayed in her room. I was shocked, to be From NôvelDrama.Org.

honest. She was acting in a strange way. And to be honest I was doing my best to avoid her. Just by

one look of her piercing blue eyes, I was melting. I loved her so much more than she could even think. I

wasn’t a teenager to do not differentiate between a fling or sexual relations and love.

But what she didn’t know about me that I have never been in love ever before.

For somehow I didn’t even think that I might fall hard until that girl took my heart without giving me a

notice. I didn’t mean to love her and I stopped myself as much as I could. But with her confession to me

and touching her and kissing her sexy lips and later making love to her?! That made me attached to her

more. I thought I could control myself as a dominant man but something inside me has changed since

she asked me to get back to our normal relationship as father and daughter.

It hurt me and left me with a broken heart. But I figured out that I should change my bad temper and

myself for her. That I should respect her wishes to not lose her.

For me… being next to her even as a father was all I wished and hoped to be. I just prayed to god that

something could happen to change her mind. I wished for a miracle to turn the table upside down.

And somehow everything was getting cozier again. Especially when I told her that I’m leaving the

house for a couple of days for a business trip abroad.

I was shocked by vanilla running after me on the stairs to stop me. But she fell down and hurt herself.

But as a quarterback after checking her leg, I realized that she had a broken leg and I couldn’t let her

alone and go. I canceled my business deal and took her to the hospital immediately to make a full

checkup on her leg and yes, I was right. She broke her leg and her screams squeezed my heart. I was

so worried about her and I wanted to hug her, maybe that would loosen the pain.

When we arrived back home, I carried her to her room and placed her gently on her bed. I asked the

maids to watch her and help her. But she screamed again and that made me freeze in my place. I

couldn’t go out and leave her alone in this case.

I bent closer to her leg worriedly asking her “oh my god! Are you okay now?”

She shook her leg and a few tears rolled down to her cheeks “no! I’m broken and it hurts. I can’t move.”

I chuckled lightly at her words, she was funny with a high sense of humor even so she was crying

painfully “don’t worry I will take care of you.”

She pouted her lips smelling her shirt in disgust “I need to take a shower! I smell so bad.” Honestly, I

didn’t smell anything. Her body scent was breathtaking for me.

I said “well, I could ask the maid to help you. I will carry you to the bathtub and she will…” but she cut

me off.

She blurted out explaining “no I didn’t get used to being bare in front of anyone else even if she was a

woman and you know that!” and yes actually she didn’t do that before. She was the kind of shy girl.

I crossed my arms over my chest eyeballing her awkwardly because I already knew what does her

looks mean “so what do you want vanilla? I said we are father and daughter now.” I played dumbly.

She placed her delicate hand on my chest fluttering her eyelashes seductively so my father could help

me. No, he must help his daughter. Please help daddy…”

I said firmly interrupting her words “dad vanilla no more daddy. And okay I will do it for you.”

She hopped a little higher to place a soft kiss on my cheek “thanks.”

She wrapped her arms around my neck to carry her, I grinned and lifted her up in bridal style taking her

to the shower room.

I filled the bathtub with lukewarm water then I helped her to take off her clothes slowly to not make her

press on her broken leg.

But once she was naked in front of me, honestly that was the toughest feeling ever. I couldn’t deny that

my eyes were checking her out all the time. And my mouth was drooling, thirsting to lick her wet body

by my tongue. My hands were barely touching every inch of her body while rubbing her and washing

her hair.

I tried to not come close to her pussy or her ass. For a second I thought I was going to take off my

clothes and fuck her hard. But I stopped myself. I made my decision to keep an appropriate distance

between us. I couldn’t let her hate me, that would kill me.

But she playfully and seductively didn't surrender, she pulled my hand to her pussy “oh rub this part

please.”

I frowned and pushed her hand away “don’t do that vanilla. This won't work with me.”

She made a puppy face asking me innocently “really? Why? Don’t you love me anymore.” Definitely,

that girl had something nasty in her mind. She was playing around with my feelings and she didn’t

know that made my heart bleed desperately.

I pulled her up to dry her body “stop. Let me dry your body now and help you to sleep in your bed. You

need to rest.” Ignoring her eyes that were filled with yearning and lust and something might be called

love. But honestly, I didn’t want to give myself hope.

I dressed her in a short and a shirt and placed her in her bed slowly then covered her with the

bedsheets and left thinking of her alone in my room.

That girl made me so horny by her touches! I locked myself in my room jerking off my dick imaging her

under me begging me for a rough fuck.

What the hell is going on with me? I should find a woman for me or fuck any sexy lady! I need that to

drop vanilla out of my mind.

This won’t go anywhere that might end dramatically and both of us and my wife too will get hurt.