Chapter 6

I scowled as I struggled to get my hands away from "Mr. Robert's" large hands.

"What do I get after caring for you for so many years? You can't hold hands either, so what do I get?"

I was startled and uneasy. After providing for me in his role as my stepfather, I wasn't prepared for him to charge me.

"Stop presenting yourself as startled. I'm not referring to getting paid. But I want you to understand that I have a right to your body.”

"Then, what do you want?" I gasped after shaking from the uneasiness.

"Let's finish breakfast first, and then I'll show you what I want for your sexy body."

I restrained myself from being sarcastic, but his rhetoric was also, one might say, twisted in the way he treated me. He is the worst stepfather, filthy, and has sex urges for his stepdaughter.

He had a firm hold on my hand, so I said, "Waiter, do you have a letter for me?"

Three still-tidily closed letters were taken by the waiter. Politely, he placed them