CHAPTER TWO
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VALENTINO’s POV.
I have actually come to her room to let her know I was stepping out when I see her lingerie sprawled on the and I can't help but tilt my head and bite down on my lips gently. She is fond of doing this, I have noticed it countless times in the past but she doesn’t know. On those days when I will just pop into her room unannounced and I would see them. Don’t get me wrong, I am not a pervert, it just happens like that.
I am not sure how long I have been standing staring and envisioning her in those lingerie when she steps out of the shower with a towel loosely wrapped around her body. I can’t help but gulp as I continue to look at her, part of me wants to rake my fingers through her hair and whisper naughty things to her.
I let out a heavy sigh at the thought of this. Seeing her after such a long time has surely ignited something inside of me. This inara standing in front of me was no longer the naive eighteen years old girl from two years ago, she is a woman now and part of me wanted to call her my woman and from the look of things, it didn’t seem like she will reject me even if I make that kind of a move on her.
I can immediately confirm my own suspicions when I become possessive after she tells me about her friends coming over and how she wants a man.
“I can make you feel more than any man can make you feel” the words are out of my mouth even before I can stop myself but I don’t regret it, part of me knows that it is true and part of me wants it to be true.
Even as I press a kiss on her forehead, I want more. I want more than just to kiss her, I want her legs wrapped around me while I kiss that attitude out of her, I want her fingers raking through my hair while I crossed the line making us father and daughter, my heart skips a beat and my insides throbs. One thing is for me, I am not that stepfather who genuinely loved his step child, I am the one who will definitely do worse and cross that line of insanity and seeing how she didn’t back away, I am certain that I am not the only one feeling that way.
But should I be feeling this way about someone who is supposed to be my daughter? I am supposed to be her father and take care of her. I made a promise to Emilia on her deathbed, I shouldn’t view her in such a way.
A voice In my head laughs, we have never shared that kind of a relationship before and I am not sure we will ever share it.
After stepping out of her room, I clench my jaw together as her image winds its way into my head.
This supposed step daughter of mine has changed so much since the last time I saw her. She looks more beautiful and more mature. She looks alluring, she looks seductive, she looks inviting and what's more, she looks more rounded.
Long black inky hair unlike the blonde I knew two years ago, her pale yet beautiful skin and those freckles on her face has always drawn me in. Her sultry seductive eyes, her pink lips and her tall statue, and her voice, so innocent yet so seductive.
Everything about her is so different from the inara I knew two years ago. She is more daring, more feisty and part of me craves to see that taboo she told me about.
Thinking about her, something I can’t explain envelopes me, something dangerous and evil lingers in my head
Maybe it is the possessiveness that enveloped me when I saw her lingeries on the bed but I know for a fact that I might cross the line which I shouldn’t with her, a line which I will never be able to come back from. A line I forced myself not to cross two years ago has been left bare to my eyes again and I know that I am going to cross it this time around even if it means breaking her and breaking myself.
When I saw her at the door earlier , I wanted to grab a hold of her and pull her to myself. She was clad in a blue flowery dress that accentuated her hourglass figure. Inara has never been a lover of dresses but seeing her dressed in one, I wanted to pull her in and run my fingers through her body and feel her.
Fuck, my inara has become a woman and an attractive woman at that.
Two years ago, I met and kinda got entangled with a single mother who had an eighteen year old daughter. Three months into that bizzare relationship, we got married and I became the father to this young lady who has refused to call me her father since her mother lost her life in a ghastly motor accident. She thinks I had a hand in killing her when I was also in shock. We didn’t even get to spend an anniversary together and she just went to be with the lord.
We hardly ever talked when her mother was alive and when Emilia died, it became the icing on the cake, we completely drifted apart. She never returned my messages or anything, it felt like I was dead to her. She blamed me for Emilia’s death and I couldn't blame the poor girl. I mean who dies six months after their wedding?
But I kept an eye on that little kitten of mine, she has no idea that I know a few things that have been going on in her life for the past two years. I mean how can I let her do this world alone when I promised her mother that I will take care of her.
Even before her mother died, Inara opted to school away from Seattle and I kind of knew why. I didn’t want her to see me as overbearing and even if I have not spoken to her for two years, I was always watching her. I send her birthday presents, my men were always on her trail and I always made sure she had the best of everything so one random fucker won’t think he can woo my her with material things. How can’t I do that? Her supposed stepfather owned the biggest gaming company in America at the age of thirty six, of course she can have everything and anything she desires.
I remember vividly one night when she got drunk after their freshman party and a foolish blond wanted to have his way with her and I made sure he regretted it.
My baby girl, of course, is oblivious to all this.
My thoughts are interrupted when my mobile begins to ring and seeing it is Alexander, I clench my jaw together before pressing the phone against my ear.
“I am on my way to the office Alexander, get everything ready”
I ended the call and hurried down the hallway, a smirk appearing on my face as her Image continues to slinger in my head.
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