"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

Dinner at Yvette's was lovely. She made jalapeño poppers, seafood paella and a delicious chocolate pie for dessert. 


The whole Garcia clan was welcoming. Yvette's husband, Anton Garcia welcomed me with open arms and her son, David Garcia was cute in a next door boy kind of way. 


I pretended to be happy, but really I was thinking about Geoff the whole time. I wasn't very good company that night, but no one pointed that out, and for that I was extremely grateful. I would definitely do dinner again with them and I hoped Yvette would invite me again...maybe when I wasn't feeling so down. 


I thanked Yvette for dinner, said my goodbyes and drove back home. I jumped out of my truck and wiped away my tears. God, I was miserable. It's like someone is piercing a blunt knife through my chest over and over again. As soon as I walked through the front door, Geoff was on me, pinning me to the wall beside the front door, which was miraculously closed. 


Chapter 32