Chapter 7
Nova
W hat the fuck? I’m so angry that I want to scream.
How the hell did that happen? One moment, Hunter was with me every step of the way.
My stepfather was devouring me in the darkness of my bedroom, as if he couldn’t get enough.
He was moaning my name as he touched my breasts and caressed my pussy, and I was sure something electric was going to happen between us.
But as soon as I climaxed, everything changed. It was as if someone pulled the curtain away, and instead of making love to a beautiful girl, Hunter was making love to a gruesome troll. The man of the house practically jerked away, disgusted, and then stalked out of my bedroom.
Of course, I didn’t follow. I couldn’t! I was stark naked, save for my high heels, and shuddering from the aftereffects of the best orgasm I’ve ever had.
It’s actually the only orgasm I’ve ever experienced at the hands of a man, but Hunter doesn’t know that.
Instead, he thinks that I’m having sex with other men, which is why I asked for birth control.
“What the hell?” I mutter again while scrutinizing myself in the mirror. My buddy Adora’s on the phone, and she nods with approval.
“Get it, girl,” she encourages. “What Hunter did to you was fucking twisted! What a douche.”
I’ve told my best friend all about my New Year’s encounter with the man of the house, which obviously, did NOT end with a magical kiss at the stroke of midnight.
Adora wasn’t shocked by my confession actually, nor the fact that I shared an intimate encounter with the charismatic alpha male.
Instead, she was outraged on my behalf and roundly cussed out my stepfather, much to my gratification.
“I know, and that’s why I want to look hot tonight,” I say through gritted teeth while eyeing my outfit.
I’m wearing a tight white halter top that barely holds in my girls, and paired it with a black leather mini-skirt.
Thigh high black boots finish the outfit, and just to be sure, I add more lipstick before adjusting my tits beneath the stretchy material of the top.
There, they look even bigger and rounder now, and I smirk with satisfaction.
“You look like a skank, girl,” Adora encourages from my phone screen. “Stan isn’t going to know what hit him.”
I nod with gruesome pleasure because I want revenge for Hunter’s treatment of me.
Maybe the man of the house thinks I’m a repulsive pile of trash, but hopefully Stan Wentworth won’t think so.
Yes, I’m going with the football quarterback to see that stupid Deadpool and Wolverine movie, and he’s going to get the ride of his life. Maybe literally, if I have my way.
“Yeah, that’s the point,” I say through gritted teeth, eyeing my reflection one last time. My blonde hair’s in a waterfall down my back, the golden curls like a glimmering mane. Perfect. I grab my purse. “Wish me luck, girl.”
“Good luck,” Adora says from the phone. “Let me know how it goes!”
“Will do,” I say before waving goodbye. Then, I turn on my heel and set my lips into a determined line because there’s a job to be done ... and only one woman to do it.