My Stepson's Blackmail Toy - Chapter 4: Chapter 4
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If I hadn't known she was my stepmom, I might've actually enjoyed this. But reality hit hard - my old man had already fallen for her games, so I needed to keep my head screwed on straight.
"Hold up," I said, pushing her back. "What if I just walk out without paying?"
Her body pressed against mine was testing my limits. If this went any further, forget about gathering dirt on her - I wouldn't n be able to look my father in the eye.
"Fine. Money first, service after," Vanessa Lombardi snapped, whipping out her phone with the payment QR code flashing.
I hit my power button fast. "Damn, my phone just died. Left my charger too."
"You little shit trying to scam me?" Her voice turned razor sharp, those fake eyelashes flaring. "Wasting my damn time."
"Hey, you're the one who offered 'free service' earlier. Unless..." I leaned in, dropping my voice. "This isn't really about massages, is it? Because if we're talking that kind of business, my next call's to the cops."
The color drained from her face. She looked ready to claw my eyes out, but instead spun on her heels and stomped away.
Back at my apartment near the hotel, I threw my stuff together. Now I'd seen Vanessa's act firsthand - all I needed was proof to rip the blindfold off Dad's eyes.
The house looked the same... almost. That framed photo of Mom and Dad that always hung in the hallway? Gone.
I'd barely toed off my shoes when the sounds hit me - breathy moans drifting from the master bedroom. 3 AM. Guess hotel rejection didn't stop her from working Dad over at home. What kind of monster runs a sixty-year-old man into the ground like this?
Enough was enough. "Dad!" I barked, loud enough to rattle the windows. "I'm home!"
A minute later, Dad shuffled out in rumpled pajamas, dark circles cratered under his eyes. But his smile? Same as r when he saw me. "Ryan! What brings you by so late?"
"Just passing through for work." My chest tightened seeing how much weight he'd lost in a month. That witch was literally sucking the life out of him.
"Sweetheart?" Vanessa's purr came from the bedroom doorway. She leaned against the frame, all silk and bare skin.
Our eyes met. Game on.
"Hold up," I said, pushing her back. "What if I just walk out without paying?"
Her body pressed against mine was testing my limits. If this went any further, forget about gathering dirt on her - I wouldn't n be able to look my father in the eye.
"Fine. Money first, service after," Vanessa Lombardi snapped, whipping out her phone with the payment QR code flashing.
I hit my power button fast. "Damn, my phone just died. Left my charger too."
"You little shit trying to scam me?" Her voice turned razor sharp, those fake eyelashes flaring. "Wasting my damn time."
"Hey, you're the one who offered 'free service' earlier. Unless..." I leaned in, dropping my voice. "This isn't really about massages, is it? Because if we're talking that kind of business, my next call's to the cops."
The color drained from her face. She looked ready to claw my eyes out, but instead spun on her heels and stomped away.
Back at my apartment near the hotel, I threw my stuff together. Now I'd seen Vanessa's act firsthand - all I needed was proof to rip the blindfold off Dad's eyes.
The house looked the same... almost. That framed photo of Mom and Dad that always hung in the hallway? Gone.
I'd barely toed off my shoes when the sounds hit me - breathy moans drifting from the master bedroom. 3 AM. Guess hotel rejection didn't stop her from working Dad over at home. What kind of monster runs a sixty-year-old man into the ground like this?
Enough was enough. "Dad!" I barked, loud enough to rattle the windows. "I'm home!"
A minute later, Dad shuffled out in rumpled pajamas, dark circles cratered under his eyes. But his smile? Same as r when he saw me. "Ryan! What brings you by so late?"
"Just passing through for work." My chest tightened seeing how much weight he'd lost in a month. That witch was literally sucking the life out of him.
"Sweetheart?" Vanessa's purr came from the bedroom doorway. She leaned against the frame, all silk and bare skin.
Our eyes met. Game on.
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