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.

closet with my legs spread open and two of my fingers stuffed in my clit,

and

Kissing.

a dream

father's age. I face the wall to conceal my stuff nipples, remembering too

my

their toes. No amount 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,

more from

wanted more

Tristan Hemsworth.

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 or dinners sometimes. But I'm always careful not to be left alone with them. Not when they make their

got their full attention now, and it's unsettling. Four of them, I see in the mirrored wall. Their lips are curled in devious smirks. One of them starts unbuckling his belt, letting out a low maniacal chuckle — another about to hit the

Tristan appears.

towards the leeching men, grabs my elbow

let out a happy sigh, my legs almost giving out at the giddy excitement of being

A messiah

his well-presser suit, nearly moaning when he wraps me up tight, one arm around myo shoulders, one low around the small of my back. When I look back up, I see that he's still giving the men at the elevator a death glare, baring his teeth at them in a possessively hot way that turns me on as much as it gives me hope. If he's possessive over me, there's no

Right?

to put an end to all these and finally claim me. The elevator doors draw to a

word, Lia. These men, I caught their faces on camera. I have

like. And it won't end there, they won't have it rosy in this city anymore. They'll be fucked, every last one of them," he lets. curse I was watching the cam feed 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, dragging his hand up the back of my skirt slowly and kneading my right cheek - just one glorious time - before he pulls his hand away, disentangling from me, letting out a shaking breathing. "Fuck this, Lia. Enough of these mind games." Missing his hands, I revert back to my usual flirtatious routine, placing a hand on my hip and biting my bottom lip hard. "How is it my fault? You're the one who wanted to see me." Tristan's eyes drops to my breasts and

do as I say, Lia. Avoid any eye contact with any of the men in the supplement department,

"But-"