29-You didn't say you had such a beautiful stepmother

Ethan

I hold back the killing instinct as soon as Hardin Cooper walks into the living room with the usual heavy air of a doctor who believes to be a God.

I immediately lower my eyes when he starts to look at me, taking his place in front of mine and next to Valerie's stepmother: I do not want him to suspect anything of me, not now that I have managed to enter my enemy's house and that I am getting closer to Valerie than never.

When I realized she was peeking into my car, I couldn't hold back my anger, but also the fear that she might learn about my plan.

If Valerie knew that I am only using her to leave an indelible mark of myself in her life I don't know if I would find the courage to look at her face, but I try to convince myself that she is a woman like any other and deserves to be used worse than the way her father used my sister.

"I'm glad to have you here." - his voice annoys me even more than the first time I heard him talk, but in response I avoid greeting him and I swallow the contents of the glass in one gulp, quickly bringing the contents of the glass down under the eyes on the woman beside him, who continues to devour me with her eyes.

Fuck! I have to admit he picked a sexy prostitute.

If taking Valerie's virginity off is turning out to be more difficult than expected, I'm sure it wouldn't be entirely impossible to get into her stepmother's underwear, but I know that it wouldn't hurt Hardin as much as watching her daughter suffer.

I squeeze the glass between my fingers, but when I notice that three pairs of eyes are turned in my direction, I fake a tight smile and find the courage to raise my head in the direction of the old man:

«I'm happy to be here.» - I exclaim, taking a deep breath when I see the man relax and throw me a smile falser than mine.

I just have to keep making Valerie believe that I care about her, and that I am interested in spending time with her instead of provoking her friend, even though I like to irritate her.

Valerie is more sincere when she is jealous, although I still don't understand if hers is just a way to protect her friend or if she has already fallen into my trap.

"Bon appetit!" - he points to the dishes in front of us after a couple of seconds of awkward silence, but this time I listen to him and I just lower my head, peeking sideways at the woman next to me.

"The food is delicious." - Hardin's wife takes the floor just to get noticed, while I continue to stare at Valerie.

"Yes, I have to admit it." - Hardin begins to converse with his woman, so I take the opportunity to bring my eyes to his daughter's bare legs, making a grimace of annoyance at the mere thought of how many men have admired her her and the shape of her body.

I refrain from rolling my eyes when I notice that she just drinks some still water instead of eating, but this time I decide not to insist like last night: I don't want to run the risk of seeing her laugh again, for then not being able to get her relaxed features out of my head.

I pass the tongue between my lips and take advantage of her parents' distraction to instinctively place a hand on her knee without bad intentions, but almost in a sense of protection, even if my gesture makes her first open her eyes wide, and then glance at me and come close to my lips to whisper:

"Remove your hand!" -she brings her eyes back to the figures in front of us, but the desire to irritate her even more leads me to tighten my grip more and begin to provoke her:

"You didn't say you had such a beautiful stepmother." - I wink at her, starting to chew the food close to her lips.

Sometimes I prefer to overshadow my revenge just to see her puffy cheeks in anger: she presses her plump lips as she usually does, but this time I can't take my eyes off her clear pupils, wondering what she's thinking in this moment in her little head, although I can imagine it from the way she grits her teeth:

"Should I feed you?" - I point with my chin at her plate, raising the corners of my mouth upwards, almost wanting to apologize for the way I treated her a little while ago:

"Again." - I add, while she assumes a serious expression, throwing a quick glance at her stepmother and making me understand that she does not want to be humiliated in front of her:

"You wouldn't do it." - she says, looking at me with distrust, but I try to convince her otherwise and I move my arm away towards her plate, at which she opens her eyes wide and hurries to wrap the back of my hand with her thin fingers .

I hold back the chills but can't help but straighten my spine as she moves my hand to the side, rushing to grab the knife and fork before I can do what I have in mind.

I smile under my mustache without being able to stop myself from raising my hand in the air towards her cheek and grasping her pale skin between the index and the middle finger satisfied, as if she were a child, while I begin not to understand my bipolar attitude.

I frown and retract my arm instantly, making a serious grimace and cursing softly, but only now I remember the real reason I'm here.

I have to go into Valerie's room.

"Young man ..." - I jerk my head up towards her father, when I understand that he is referring to me, squinting to hide my annoyance:

"I owe you an apology." - he brings both hands crossed under his chin, but the impassivity I see in his eyes makes me want to throw up in his face before he can finish.

I owe you an apology.

He doesn't owe me an apology, he owes me my sister's life, this fucking killer!

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