Climb on My Stepfather (Ashley and Alex)

Chapter 54

6: Lia.

I exhale as I step out of the black SUV, smoothing the ruffles on my sky-blue, high-waist, school-girl skirt. I flip my hair as I look up at the black onyx building emblazoned with the words Hemsworth Holdings. I whip out a small mirror I always carry about with me and check my mascara, making sure my French- braided pigtails don't have any hair sticking out, and nod, satisfied with it.

"I can't take you enough for the ride," I call out to the driver as he pulls away.

When there's a pedestrian break, I walk across the sidewalk toward the tall, imposing building. Where my presence has been gruffly requested.

Of course I have an idea why.

It's the email I sent from that burner account.

I can't believe my insane luck. Tristan really clicked on that link. I know him to be the strict disciplinarian who didnt trust the unknown, nor had any time for these little shenanigans no matter what. I was busy in the spa, thinking up a million other ways to get the website in his radar, when he called me.

I look up at the sky and see the heavens smiling down at me.

Judging by his steely tone on the phone, he has definitely seen my profile on the sugar babies website. I filled in an application to get featured on their sweltering hot corner last week, and my profile went live on the section last night. I've had over two-hundred friend requests, asking me for my contact, and offering to double the amount I needed for my tuition. I didn't read every single one of them because I wasn't planning on giving in to any one of those leeches. I have my big daddy in mind, so I won't give in to anything unless I fail at convincing Tristan to come for me. To give us what we both desperately need.

What we should've given ourselves a long time ago.

Please let him say yes and fuck me.

Please don't let him scold and throw me out without anything happening between

us.

zombie. I miss his touch, the scrape of his rough palms, and the gruff, manly rasp of his breath. I've lost count of the number of times I've spent sitting on my water closet with my legs spread open and two of my fingers stuffed in my clit, my eyes closed and my head thrown back in ecstasy as I replayed those moments in

Lia, and Master

Kissing.

you believe it? It'll be a

how out of place I must seem. I stick out like blue butter icing, surrounded by businessmen my father's age. I face the wall to conceal my stuff nipples, remembering too late that I'm wearing a see-through blouse — the men are drawn like a bear to honey, their eyes roving over me hungrily. Two of them, hot, mighty, draw closer to me till I'm pressed into

need my big

of interest rattles me. But only with stupid boys my age who I can easily throw off when they start craving more. I always warn them on time anyway, so they

never wanted more from

wanted more from one

Tristan Hemsworth.

They've been with countless women of all ages and sizes, and are accustomed to getting what they want. My father has had guests like this over for brief business meetings

in devious smirks. One of them starts unbuckling his belt, letting out a low maniacal chuckle — another about to hit the emergency stop button on

Tristan appears.

the leeching men, grabs my elbow and starts dragging me out of the elevator. Away from them, and directly into his big bear

sigh, my legs almost giving out at the giddy

knight-in-shining armour. A

I see that he's still giving the men at the elevator a death glare, baring his teeth

Right?

all these and finally claim me. The elevator doors draw to a close, taking away the sea of

the word, Lia. These men, I caught their faces on camera. I have their details. They'll be fired

was worried that the camera wouldn't get here on time my sweet girl..." "But it did, big daddy. Now I'm in your arms...safe," I whisper into his neck, snuggling into his neck. "Thank you, Big Daddy. You came through." Between our tightly pressed bodies, Tristan becomes fully erect. He cussed, swallowing hard, one of his large hands getting lost in the pink ruffles of my skirt. "You naughty, naughty girl. What is this damn outfit you're wearing? Throw in the pigtails and you look like a seven-year-old school girl." "Well, I am a school-girl. I'm your school-girl." "Perhaps, I should also treat you as one. Bad girls get punished, and you have beema bad girl. A very, very, bad, bad girl, Lia," he rasps,

me by the wrist now. “You'll do as I say, Lia. Avoid any eye contact with any of the men in the supplement

"But-"