Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25308 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25308 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
I nod.
“Unfortunately, yes, but I haven’t picked up, I swear to god.”
My stepsis sighs. “That’s because you took him back last month, so he thinks it’s going to happen again. It’s already happened once, so why not?”
I hold up my hand in a vow. “I know, but there’s no way I’m going to repeat the pattern. I mean, Tommy’s just too immature and gross. Can you believe he got fired for refusing to flush the toilet at his work? Who does that? It’s all sorts of immature and disgusting.”
Alyssa sticks her finger in her mouth and makes a gagging sound. I merely nod.
“I know, right? What kind of guy does something like that? I put up with a lot, but that boy’s habits are just nasty.”
Alyssa grins, and then sashays over to perch on the arm of my loveseat. “You know,” she begins archly. “I’m going to sound like a broken record but you should join my running club. I’m serious, Josie. There are so many hot guys in the group and they’d love to meet you.”
I shoot her a droll look.
“Yeah, but there isn’t an athletic bone in my body. This big rump and curvy body of mine were not made for running, and I can’t imagine getting sweaty and huffing and puffing on purpose.”
Alyssa merely rolls her eyes before standing.
“Girl, look at me. I’m not exactly stick thin, and trust me, we won’t be the only women in the club who straggle along in the back. But that’s not the point! The point is that men love seeing our curves in motion, and trust me, when you wear just a tiny sports bra and bootie shorts, they’re watching.”
We both laugh, but before I can tell her that I could never go out clad so scantily, a knock sounds at the door. Alyssa strides over and answers it with a big smile.
“Hey big guy,” she murmurs while batting her lashes prettily. “Let me just get my purse.”
With that, my stepsister’s gone with a wave, and the door slams shut, leaving me to my movie once more. Sighing, I settle in for a night of Netflix, but as I reach for the remote, my eyes are drawn to one of the photos on the bookshelf by the window. It’s a picture of Alyssa and her dad, Cyrus. Cyrus is utterly gorgeous, and sometimes I wonder what he saw in my mom because to be honest, Marilyn’s pretty frumpy. But that was a long time ago, and in the photo, Cyrus is wearing a simple blue button down and dark trousers. His athletic physique is obvious. He’s got broad shoulders, a wide chest, and long legs. Not only that, but he has piercing blue eyes and jet black hair that absorbs the light.
Then I berate myself. This is my roommate’s dad, for crying out loud! Not only that, but Cyrus was married to my mom for a short while, which is how I met Alyssa to begin with. But still, it doesn’t change the fact that I’m incredibly attracted to the older man, and have been for a long time. About a year ago, Cyrus was here at our apartment. I can’t remember why, but he decided to take a quick shower using our bathroom. I don’t think he even knew I was home, to be honest.
Nonetheless, I remember the steam coming from the crack in the door. I could hear a low voice singing, and slowly, I pushed open the wooden slab, unsure of what I’d see. When my eyes glimpsed that bronzed, athletic form, I immediately went still with shock because Cyrus isn’t just gorgeous with sculpted muscles and tan skin - he’s hung too. The snake between his thighs had to be at least ten inches long, the tip almost reaching his knee.
I was too shocked to do anything. Instead, I merely slapped a hand over my mouth before scurrying off to my room and shutting the door. But ever since that fateful day, I haven’t been able to seriously even consider another man. My thoughts are filled with my stepsister’s father, and I know it’s wrong. I should be going out with boys my own age, but instead, all I can fantasize about is Cyrus North, and the enormous hammer he wields between his thighs. What would it be like to feel that inside me? Would it make me moan with pleasure, or with pain? I bet it would hurt at first, but then it’d make me melt with Earth-shaking ecstasy.
My body feels over-heated now, and I stare once more at the TV with blind eyes. After all, this is the real reason why I stay in on Friday nights. My ex-stepdad has a hold on me, and for some reason, I just can’t date anyone else. After all, Cyrus is everything I’ve ever wanted, but he’s also the one man I’ll never have.