Climb on My Stepfather (Ashley and Alex)

Chapter 53

5: Tristan.

No. It couldn't be Lia.

I must be seeing things.

I rub my eyes vigorously with the back of my arm and peer at the screen again to make sure I'm not hallucinating. But there it is, Lia's pictures; poignant, gorgeous, tempting, and so... revealing.

In one, she's wearing a light-blue, sheen-like bikini, lying on her side, her left arm resting on her hip as she shoots the camera that bold, flirtatious smile of hers I know so well. She's listed in the FEATURED section - the first on the fucking list. No surprise there. She is outrageously beautiful with bedroom eyes that speak of higher intelligence and a terse smartness. Those lithe thighs and glossy lips would make men lose control of their third legs in a heartbeat. She has that much appeal.

Now that I think about it, who else has access to this website? Thousands of men? Millions, perhaps? Every single one of them would click on her, including me. I have no choice, and I'm so bored. I tell myself I'm just browsing through her profile, gathering information in order to put a stop to this nonsense. I tell myself I'm merely looking out for her, but hell, these photos of her frolicking on the beach, looking like a sculptured goddess with the sun reflecting off her porcelain skin like that give me the hard-on of my existence.

Somehow, I manage to drag my gaze away from the last photo which is of her wet, dripping buns, and read the actual bio.

Hey there! Couldn't resist clicking on my pictures, I guess? *Wink wink*. I'm Lia. I'm just a normal, college girl searching for financial support in exchange for a private, relaxing, fun-filled time with you...

I snap the laptop close, not bothering to read the rest.

What the actual fuck? Does she need financial support?

I could remember, we toiled, sweated, and gave our all to come up the ranks together. I've been to his home countless times for visits and dinners. Lia's family is well-to- do and financially stable.

she lying? Why would she lie about such a

now. I've had it up to my throat. I know I should mind my business and stay away,

stumble upon her on some corny dating site like this, I know for a fact he'd do what I'm about to do right

is making my stomach roil. It's so

from her, but I've had it for quite a long while, wanting to have a trusted backup way of reaching Eric when they

till it's late as fuck. But I've never had cause to use it. Until

the thought of calling her up with my phone and hearing her soft, flirty voice is

intoxicates me. I hate it, and

third ring. "Well, hello

a glorious surprise.

website as this, but stop myself, a bright idea sprouting in the depths of my mind. I want to see her face as we're having the discussion. I

handling this

you're not. You should be calling her father instead, you

letting him handle the whole

control of the situation.

daughter.