Steamy Sessions: A Rosy Forbidden Collection
Chapter 10
Troy ~
"What do you mean? She's a freaking adult, why do I for some reason have to take care of her?" I asked, leaning forward placing my elbow on the desk. "I haven't even met the girl before."
"Well, that's part of your wife's will. So if you want your shares you have to live with your step daughter, Lauren until her 23rd birthday." Ross, my assistance informs me.
I have this bubbling urge to fucking throw him out of my office or just fire his fucking ass, but this isn't his fault.
This was my own fucking doing. I knew Felicia had a daughter, she'd mentioned her briefly in our entire three years of dating and two months marriage, but she never delved deeper and the girl never visited us once.
My relationship with Felicia was strictly business; contracted if you must add.
I didn't want to end up with Bryce Monroe's daughter, Isabel and she was tired of going on blind dates.
My wife-ex wife had been sick for the entirety of our relationship, after four years together I get 15% of Rosewood Frangrances but now I can't due to her new condition.
"She'll be here in the morning. She's packing up the rest of her stuff from the dorm today. I forgot to add, she just graduated from NYU last weekend." Ross says, shaking me from my thoughts.
"I'm still not okay with taking in a girl I have never met in my life and giving her a room in my house." I snap, still agitated and taking out on the only person close to me, Ross.
What do I fucking do with her? My family didn't fucking teach me shit about being a father or being selfless.
"Think about the shares, boss."
"I'm trying, but you're aware about how much I love my space. Her twenty third birthday is in two weeks, can't she stay with her grand father until then? I mean she can learn somethings about the business from him."
I pick up my tablet, going through my schedule for tomorrow. Fucking hell, there's a fundraiser dinner tomorrow and I can't freaking miss it.
"I don't know if she plans to follow in her mother's footsteps but Felicia made it clear that her daughter shouldn't be anywhere close to her grandfather."
I liked my wife but now, I am not sure if she ever did.
"Until then for the next two weeks, you can do to her as you wish."
My cock jerks at his comment. You can do with her as you wish. Like she's mine.
I need to get laid, and soon. Imagine getting hard at the idea of owning my ex wife's daughter that I have no idea what she looks like.
Despite my relationship being fake and solely about business, I never found pleasure outside. Felicia was so focused on building her empire without the help of Charles Rochester, that my needs weren't part of her concerns, not like I am complaining.
I sigh defeated, I guess for the next two weeks I will have to play the role of a stepfather.
I can keep busy while she stays in the condo or even explore the city. I'm never around anyway, how hard can it be?
I assign Ross to go over looking for a suitable condo for her, so she won't have any hassle moving out when the time comes.
"I will leave a key at the front desk, my schedule is jam-packed tomorrow, is there anything else I should know about her?"
"No, from what I've seen in her records she's an exemplary student with no history. She did spend most of her time studying and volunteering so I doubt she will cause any trouble."
"I guess that's it." There's no need fighting the inevitable and look like a fucking asshole.
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"Drew," I say as I answer the house line. The doorman is the only one with the number.
"Good evening, Mr. Vance. A certain Ms. Lang is here for you."
No fucking way. Yvette Lang, the daughter of one of our biggest investors and one of the few people aware of the arrangement with Felicia, she's never failed to on multiple occasions whisper how she'd love to warm my bed.
No doubt that I toyed with the idea at the start of the relationship, but I decided against it.
But now, single and ragingly horny there was now reason to. Mutual sex won't sound so bad now.
"Send Ms. Lang up." I tell Drew before hanging up, I figured Yvette would be meeting me tomorrow during the party but I guess there has been a change of plans.
Maybe I could get some while she's here, holy shit I don't have any condoms but I bet she does.
Yve is one of the few women who is open about her sex life, she's fucking hot with long brown hair and even longer legs that begged to be wrapped around my waist.
I wait by the elevator for her arrival, owning the entire top floor of the building has its perks but it also means long elevator rides.
When the door finally opens, Yve comes in sewing her hood towards me. Her long brown hair is pulled into a pony tail exposing her neck and her shoulders.
Her emerald dress hugs at her curves perfectly, showing off her long legs.
"Is it too sudden to remind you of my offer?" She says getting right to the point.
She's never been one to sugarcoat a thing, she understood my loyalty to Felicia but it is obvious things have changed.
She wraps her hands around my neck, she's almost at my eye level which is pretty impressive seeing as I am 6'4.
"What do you think?" I tease, pulling her closer looking into her deep hazel eyes.
She's fully pressed to me but my body doesn't seem to react. Maybe it's because I've not had sex in a while my cock doesn't remember how to react when a woman is close.
"Mhm," she whispers against my mouth but before her lips touch mine the elevator chimes, revealing someone that somehow has the power to make my limp cock wake, it presses hard against my zipper.
If this is Lauren then I am royally fucked, I've never seen someone look so fucking pure and perfect like her.
I brush Yve off softly, stepping around her and adjust myself because my hard cock is visible in this pants.
Yve gives me a flirty smile and I am unable to break her heart by telling her she's not responsible for it.
How can I tell her that the idea of my stepdaughter turns me on more than her feel on my body?
I glance over at where the girl is standing, she's got her mothers grey's eyes one I didn't notice until now
She's short, around 5'3 and is fucking curvy. The exact opposite of my type. She's wearing jeans and a tank top that barely hides her full breasts. Her short black locks fall over her face and it makes her look freshly fucked.
Jesus Christ, this girl might as well put me in a fucking bottle.
Her mouth gapes as her gaze moves from me to Yve, I can feel my heartbeat deep in my cock, and I try to focus on anything but these forbidden fantasies of mine.
Two weeks.
"I'm sorry, I was expecting you over tomorrow. Let me show you around."
She nods her head quietly, not taking her eyes off Yvette who's still in the room.
She seems shy and quiet which is fine by me, but the fleeting thought of someone taking advantage of her innocence. I shake the thought away from my head, and try to focus on the matter at hand.
"This was your mother's room." I say, and stop for a moment. "You can take what you want and we can donate the rest."
"That's my room down there at the end of the hall," I say pointing, "and this is yours here." We stop right in front of her door and open it.
She brushes past me and I braids a bit of her sweet butterscotch scent and I nearly drop to my knees.
She's too young to be having this grave effect on me, but when I open my eyes I see her looking at me intently and back to the floor.
She seems so submissive, and ready to be ruined by me.
Goddamn, I need to be balls deep in a pussy. Preferably one that doesn't belong to a twenty-two-year-old Lauren Rochester.
"Thank you, Mr. Vance." she whispers softly, and I realise this is the first time she's spoken. Her voice is welcoming, and so warm, making me wonder how loud and long I could make her scream my name.
"Troy, call me Troy."
"Thank you, Troy."
I nod in response, unable to bear her presence any longer. I've got to get the fuck out of this place.
Yve is still waiting, I grab her hand and pull her towards the elevator.
"Are you okay?" She asks, a concerned look on her face.
"I'll explain later."
Honestly, I have no freaking clue how to explain I want to fuck my stepdaughter.
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