STEP-DADDY MINE

CHAPTER1~PEACH BELLINI

~Ella~

Jana and her twin Jane talked rapidly, their bodies swaying slowly to the music as they dragged me to the bar of the club. Noise has never been my thing, but I didn’t mind club music. For some reason, I’ve always found the booming bass to calm my nerves. It quiets the constant noise in my head, which was something I often had to combat with headphones.

It was usually those tiny, tittering noises that often got to me. The ones that feel like there’s a metal plate in your head, scratching at every sensitive part of your brain. I hated noises like that. While others might sum it up as something insignificant, those tiny, little noises people don’t often pay attention to were the ones that always made me feel like I was going crazy. And it didn’t help that my hearing was sharper than most.

“What will you have?” Jana asked, already placing an order with the bartender and asking her to open a tab for us.

“Peach Bellini,” I replied monotonously.

Jane’s head snapped in my direction. “Come on, girl, get something stronger. Live a little.” She nudged my shoulder in encouragement.

I shook my head at her request. “I’m not here to get drunk.”

“The whole point of coming out was to get you drunk so you can loosen up, find you a perfect lay for the night, and forget about that piece of s**t called Carl.”

I grabbed my drink as the bartender pushed it my way. “Nope. I came out to shut both of you up because you won’t stop nagging me. I don’t want to get drunk. I have exams to read for.”

“You have the next two weeks to read and prepare for the exam. Besides, you’ve been preparing for finals for the past two months. Come on, don’t be like this. Let loose.” Jana chimed in. Of course, she would back up her twin.

“I’ll nurse this for now.” They both stared at me, shook their heads and rolled their eyes as they accepted their own drinks.

I wasn’t in the habit of drinking myself to a stupor, and I wasn’t going to start now because some arsehole broke my heart. I’m not even sure if I’m completely heartbroken by what Carl did.

These things happen, right? I’m not the first girl to be cheated on, and I won’t be the last. My friends don’t really understand that I am not exactly hurt by his actions, just a tad disappointed because I invested my time and energy in that relationship.

And I hate wasting time on things that don’t turn out to be productive.

That’s how I view the demise of my relationship with Carl. All I saw was three years of me putting my energy into investing in something that yielded no result. I am hurt by what he did, but not because I am head over heels for him and wish he hadn’t cheated.

I am hurt because I wasted my time. But Jana and Jane don’t really grasp what I mean, even though I’ve explained my reasoning to them in the simplest way possible. They’re convinced that I’m only suppressing my feelings and using studying as a coping mechanism, hence the reason they dragged me out here.

After five glasses of the same drink, I caved and followed the girls to the dance floor. It didn’t take long for me to let go and let the music take control of my body. I was sandwiched between Jane and Jana, eyes closed, music vibrating through my bones as I swayed along.

I was lost in the feeling of their bodies pressed against mine, the heat radiating from them through me. I felt Jane’s hand travel up my stomach, Jana’s lips on my neck as she licked me up, and my lips stretched thin.

This was normal for us, their hands on my body, my lips on theirs. We were those kinds of friends, and it was never something we discussed or made a big deal about. We have always been each other’s outlet, taking care of each other in the best way we can, and one of those ways often ended with us in bed, tangled under the sheets, tongues and fingers deep in each other’s p***y. Perhaps tonight won’t be any different.

That thought barely landed when I felt it. The heat of a gaze against my skin, dragging heat down my spine. I opened my eyes and turned as I scanned for the person staring at me with such intensity. It didn’t take long for me to find the pair of eyes, glowing underneath the flashing lights across the room, and my breath caught in my throat as my gaze locked onto his.

Christ, he was good-looking. He looked older than what I’d normally go for, but I think that just made him hotter. He looked calm and controlled, leaning against the bar with a glass of what I think might be tequila in his hand, with his eyes like liquid gold as he watched me dance.

I looked away for a second, convincing myself I didn’t come out expecting to hook up with a stranger tonight. Jane and Jana must have noticed my distraction because they turned in the direction I was looking minutes ago.

“Ohhhh, he’s hot,” Jana cooed.

“Daddy…” Jane drawled against my ear.

I could still feel him looking, and it almost felt like every sway of my hips was now a performance for him.

“He wants you,” Jane said, as if I didn’t already know that.

“Too bad I’m not out looking for a quick lay,” I replied without looking in his direction again.

“Trust me when I say this might end up being the best lay of your life. That man is fiiiiine, and he’s one hundred per cent Daddy material. That’s someone who is going to f**k you like he knows what he’s doing, because he knows what he’s doing,” Jana added, and…

“Ohh, he’s coming here. He’s coming,” Jane whispered in a rush. I turned in time to find him already so close to us, the crowd parting for him as he stepped onto the dance floor.

“Evening, ladies.” He greeted us politely, his drink in one hand, as he stopped a foot away from us. “I hope I’m not intruding?” He added with a smile that, really, there was no denying it was charming.