Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25663 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 128(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25663 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 128(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Meanwhile, Gray’s reluctance is coming off him in waves. His broad shoulders are tense, and I can see his pulse beating at his temple.
“Are you sure there isn’t another way?” my stepfather rasps, swallowing hard to contain his distaste. “You know this isn’t what loan officers are supposed to do.”
The blonde woman rolls her eyes.
“Well, I didn’t make it into the Century Circle last year by being ethical,” she says. Then she literally snaps her fingers at my stepfather, like Cleopatra expecting to be serviced. “Come on,” she barks. “If you want that loan, then you better put that handsome mouth on my pussy stat. Not only that, but I expect two or three orgasms. One isn’t enough for the size of loan you’re requesting.”
It’s then that I leap into motion because I can’t let this happen. My stepfather has provided for me for years, and for the first time in life, he’s the one in financial trouble. Not only that, but I have the means to save him ready at hand. Camming has made me into a wealthy woman, and I can spare some cash to help him out.
“Stop, stop!” I shriek, rushing into the room. “Don’t do this, Gray.”
“Vanessa?” the handsome man asks, his expression bewildered. “What are you doing home? I thought you were at work.”
“Yeah, who the fuck are you?” the blonde woman spits, not even bothering to cover herself. “Get out! Can’t you see we’re busy?”
I turn to her, sparks flying from my eyes.
“For your information, I live here too.”
The woman merely shrugs, her crimson pout twisted in a sanctimonious sneer.
“Good. Then you understand the gravity of the situation,” she says. “Because unless this man gives me some good oral, then he’s not getting a six-figure loan from Countryside!”
Goodness, six figures? That’s a lot! Still, I can afford it and glare right back at her while putting my hands on my hips.
“Well, we don’t need your help. My stepfather and I,” I say, shooting a swift glance at Gray, “are plenty fine as we are.”
“Stop, Vanessa,” the man of the house says in a low tone behind me. “You don’t know what you’re getting into. My business has been in trouble for a while, and Joanna’s here to help us out.”
“Yeah!” the woman on the couch practically screeches. “So get lost, bitch! Can’t you mind your own business?”
I note that Joanna still hasn’t covered herself, and her legs are splayed in an obscene manner with that dry vaginal opening getting drier as we watch. Not only that, but she’s gesticulating furiously at Gray, evidently commanding him to kick me out asap.
“If you want that money, then you know what to do,” she hisses, shooting evil looks at both of us. “I’m only saying this once.”
But I step in.
“Gray, how much do you need?” I ask in a low, trembling voice. “I have plenty of cash. Business at the brokerage has been good lately.”
My stepfather gestures helplessly.
“Yes, but you don’t have money like this,” he says in a defeated tone. “I need three hundred thousand, Vanessa.”
“Done,” I say in a smart tone. Then, I turn back to the evil woman named Joanna. “Now that that’s settled, why don’t you cover yourself? And get out while you’re at it. Like I said, my stepfather and I don’t need you or your money. We’re doing just fine, thanks, so scram!”
Then, I reach down and snatch her panties off the floor before throwing the pink lace at the woman. The frippery lands on her lacquered blonde head in a comical fashion, and she screams in outrage while tearing at the fabric.
“What the hell?” she shrieks. “Who the fuck are you?”
“I’m Gray’s stepdaughter,” I say in a frigid voice. “I have no idea where my dad picked you up, but you’re clearly a guttersnipe in need of better manners, not to mention a lesson in ethics. Now GET OUT before I report you to your manager!” I scream again. “You don’t belong here!”
It’s shameful to behave like this. I’m sure Joanna and I look like two animals taking swipes at each other as part of a nasty catfight. But I don’t care anymore. This woman can’t come in and do whatever she wants. She doesn’t get to act like we’re her servants just because she’s dangling the prospect of loan in front of us. In fact, my stepfather looks utterly surprised.
“You have three hundred thousand dollars?” he asks in a dumbfounded voice. “But from where?”
I hold one hand up in his direction, still fixing Joanna with a nasty stare.
“I’ll tell you later, Daddy, but right now, let’s clean house. GET OUT!” I howl again, my voice rattling the windows. Finally, Joanna scrambles upright, her panties bunched in one hand. She shoves her feet into red high-heeled pumps and grabs her bag before skittering to the door.