"Bless me daddy, for I have sinned."

Geoff Vasily was a sick bastard. He was depraved. 

I knew something was off about him the moment I saw his slicked golden hair and stony gray eyes. 

I used to live a cheap, albeit independent life supporting myself and my mother, despite my eighteen years of existence. 

The day he walked into the cafè, I knew the Devil had just walked into our lives. I told her not to take the card, but she didn't listen. 

Now, he doesn't even look at my mother. He's fixated on me. 

My stepfather. My doom.

Warning : This book is an age-gap, taboo romance, with dubious consent. If anyone is sensitive to this, I advise you not to read it.

Twisted Confessions

After that tirade in Geoff's room, I went to my own room to get ready for the day. I got ready in 15 minutes, which was a new record. 


I hurried downstairs, opting to skip breakfast and opened the front door. True to his word, Ray got me a pickup truck. It was a little rough around the edges, but I absolutely loved it! 


I loved that it was green, I loved that the paint was chipped off on some parts and I loved that it was mine. 


Next to the pickup truck, was a silver Prius. I looked at it in question, then remembered Scarlett saying her ride would arrive today. It must've been hers. Funny that I didn't even feel a pang of jealousy. 


My truck screamed me. I called Ray to thank him. I quickly got into it after he told me where he hid the keys. 


I slid the key into the ignition when I saw Scarlett talking to Geoff, giggling. I felt something ugly and unwanted coil deep inside my gut, watching them together. 


Chapter 22