Caught by Daddy – To Go Read Online S.E. Law

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Contemporary, Erotic, Forbidden, Romance, Taboo Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28852 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 144(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
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Ramona looks puzzled. “Yes, but who’s Sam? I’ve never heard you mention him before.”

I sigh and roll my eyes. “He’s my stepdad, I guess. If you can even call him that.”

Ramona looks even more confused.

“What’s a sort-of stepdad?”

I sigh and launch into a quick explanation.

“Basically, Sam used to be married to my mom. But you know my mom passed away a decade ago, and she left me this house in her will. I never kicked him out, so we’ve both been living here for years.”

Ramona nods slowly.

“I’m so sorry to hear about your mom,” she murmurs. But then she looks up. “Wait, have I met Sam at Club Z before?”

I almost spit my drink with mirth. “No, never! He’s not built like that, or at least I don’t think so. I mean, my stepdad is the kind of guy who works all the time because he’s a doctor, so he’s always rushing to the hospital. I literally live in the same house as him but I think the last time I saw him was at least a month ago.”

Ramona blinks a few times. “That’s kind of weird.”

I shrug. “Maybe. But this place is huge, and we don’t even live on the same floor. He’s on the fourth floor, whereas the second floor of the townhouse is my domain. So yeah, we’re basically ships passing in the night, especially since you know, I’m practically nocturnal.”

“That’s wild,” Ramona murmurs, shaking her head slowly.

I smile.

“Yeah, right? So you’re not the only one with a weird family set-up.”

Ramona shakes her head quickly.

“Oh no, my family’s not weird or anything, they just don’t have any money,” she says in a slow voice. “So that’s why I’m at Club Z.”

Suddenly, my stomach gurgles, making us both jump. “Hey, want to stay for dinner? I was thinking of ordering some Thai. There’s this great place that just opened a couple blocks away—”

But my friend glances at her phone and then jumps up from the bed in a panic.

“Oh shit, I’d love to but it’s almost six o’clock and I picked up a last-minute shift at the club tonight. You know Amber, the girl with the red curly hair? Evidently her French bulldog got sick and she begged me to cover for her. Like begged. Can we do Thai another night?”

I laugh.

“Of course, not a problem. I’ve met Amber’s bulldog before, and that thing is sickly looking. It’s like fifteen years old too, which you know is a hundred in dog years.”

But Ramona’s not listening. Instead, she grabs her duffel.

“Actually, do you mind if I change here? I don’t have time to get back to my studio because it’s all the way over in Hell’s Kitchen and I need to get the club asap,” she rushes.

I nod. “Absolutely, and use whatever you want in the bathroom. I have deodorant, perfume, not to mention way too much makeup.”

Ramona smiles gratefully and darts into the en suite. A few minutes later, my buddy emerges in a mini-skirt that barely covers her ass and a low-cut crop top that honestly, looks like a bra with its sheer demi-cups and thin straps. I whistle with appreciation.

“Is it too much?” Ramona asks, tugging at the hem of the skirt nervously. “I mean, am I way too slutty?”

“No way girl, you look gorgeous,” I reassure her. “And you know there’s no such thing as too slutty when it comes to Club Z.” Surreptitiously, I steal a glance at her perky butt, wishing my own backside would look like that when I wear short skirts, but it is what it is. I have more of a “pancake ass” instead of a “pumpkin bottom,” unfortunately.

“Okay, I’m off. Thank you so much for inviting me over,” Ramona gushes while darting from my room. “I’ll let myself out.”

“Sure thing girl. Bye!” I call. “Enjoy yourself tonight.”

Then, I close the door to my room and lean against it. Dang, Ramona looked so hot in that skimpy get up with her big breasts and even bigger booty. Then I look down at myself ruefully. Well, the large tits are there, but unfortunately, not the round bottom. But you know what? I’m a determined woman. I’m not someone who gives up just like that, so with a smile, I turn up the volume on my iPhone and get to work. After all, my stepdad can’t hear me … and I have men to please at Club Z.

2

Harlow

“Remember, stretch, feel the burn in the thighs,” the instructor shouts, her high-pitched voice grating against my ears. I close out from YouTube, annoyed by her peppiness.

Where are workout videos for us lazy girls? I groan to myself, flopping down on my bed. I do a couple of half-hearted leg lifts, and then some knee pumps. Since Ramona left, I’ve spent about twenty minutes browsing work out videos and doing random exercises. This stuff is supposed to build your glutes, but a sweat breaks out on my brow because I’m not exactly the most fit woman out there. In fact, I’d say this fucking sucks and that I’m definitely not athletic.


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