I'm My Stepfather's Babygirl

Kylie's POV I stared at the casket, feeling nothing at first. It should have hurt right here in my chest or anywhere else. I should have cried like everyone else around me but I just couldn't bring myself to even fake shedding a single tear. The truth was, my mother and I were like two parallel lines, we never shared any memories. We hadn't seen for years. She barely spoke to me when she was alive and maybe it was because I reminded her so much of my father who died shortly after I was born. Although I looked like a mini her, there was just something I couldn't quite tell what she didn't like me for. She didn't move on immediately, which made me really think she must have hated me since I was the only thing my father left behind. Maybe they had a quarrel before his death or she just hated me to pass the aggression on to me. After fifteen years, she got married to her rich and powerful new husband, Gregory. I guess he was fitting her style. I didn't like that kind of lifestyle. The extravagant one. Khea Whitmore was the big shot elite who knew everyone on the social ladder. I was the complete opposite of my mother. After they got married, I felt like I didn't exist anymore. I remember sitting at the dinner table watching her talk with Gregory, her back turned to me. She had always been like that, always looking ahead and never turning back to see me. People were walking past me, placing flowers on her casket, whispering in sadness. I watched as people whispered and shared memories of her but none of those were involving me. It was like I never existed in her world and was a stranger even at my own mother's funeral. Soft crunching of the gravel made me look up after standing there for a while. It was my stepfather, Gregory. He was over six feet tall, with broad shoulders and an imposing build. His cheekbones were sharp and strong. His blue eyes were cold as ice but always softened whenever he saw me. There was something about him that made me look away with a pit in my stomach whenever I saw him. He was just too handsome and hot. I never told anyone how I felt about him because it was simply wrong to want my stepfather as much as I wanted him. He was married to my mother. But no matter how much I remind myself, I still end up getting all wet for him and m**********g with his image in my head. He was too young to be as old as he was and I wouldn't deny it. The first time I saw him, I thought my mother had a thing for young men when in reality, he was older than she was. I haven't seen him in the five years I left for college but now, he looked even more handsome than I remembered him to be. “Kylie,” he called, his voice was low, soft and deep at the same time. He put a hand on my shoulder and even though it was meant to be comforting, I shuddered, feeling a bit weak in the knees. “I'm sorry for your loss,” he said, softly. I swallowed hard, turning my gaze away from him. “T-thanks.” Gregory stood next to me, and for a moment, we both stared at the casket. He didn't show much emotion and just had a frown on his face. He didn't cry, not like I expected him to or anything. “I… know you and your mother weren't… close,” he said after a moment, pausing along his sentence. “But know this, I'll take care of you now. So you don't have to worry.” I looked up at him, looking back down before I was blinded by his handsomeness. This was the first time we've ever had a conversation this long and it was doing strange things to me. “W-what do you mean? I'm an adult.” I stuttered, betraying my intentions. “You're here for your internship right?” He asked, turning to look at me and I meekly nodded. “You start your internship at my company next week.” I turned to look at him in shock. This was the Whitmore Enterprise we were talking about. It was the top realtor company in the entirety of the country and competing internationally with other companies. They never accept any intern no matter how much honors the individual graduated with. “B-but there's no internship program in Whitmore.” I stuttered. “I can create one.” He smirked before turning away. “Let's go. I'll drive you back to the house.” And without looking back, he walked away. I turned back to look at my mother's picture and then back at him. Now that I look back, they weren't really that intimate. He made the money while all she did was lavishly spend it and attend elite groups with him and on her own. On the outside it might have seemed real and genuine, but it might not have been. Gregory was standing not far away, waiting for me. He held out his arm for me to hold on to as I got to him, and the thought made my knees weak again but when next can I get this chance? I hesitated, then looped my arm around his. My face was flushed and looking up at him, I could tell he thought nothing of it than treating me as his own child. We headed towards his black SUV. My mother's funeral was over, just like that, she was gone, forever. The ride to the mansion was quiet. Gregory didn't say much and I didn't know what to say. The whole day had gone in a blur, from the moment I landed at the airport, rushing over to my mother's funeral. I didn't even think about where I would stay or anything. And she never acted the same way towards me. It felt like even after I heard about her death, I was trying so much to make her see me. Which she never would. We arrived at the mansion, the home we used to share before I left and it was all theirs. The place was massive, cold and I wouldn't exactly call it home since homes were meant to be warm and comforting. It was more of a museum than a home. “Welcome home,” he said softly, as I stepped out of the car. He was always soft and caring to my mother and I never gave him the chance to do same with me, but now he was being just as he was. As we got out of the car, one of the guards drove the car away and a maid opened the door. “You can leave.” He said to her, and she bowed before walking out of the house. The place didn't change much, but there were a few changes like my mother's pictures cleared out and everything she got in there, replaced with something else. He didn't even wait for a long time before getting rid of anything that might remind him of her. “Come, I'll show you to your room.” He said. “No, thanks. I'll–” my words got caught in my throat as I tripped, falling backwards. My eyes widened in terror as I tried to look around for something to grab on to, but I was suddenly grabbed by the waist. The warmth of Gregory's strong hands around my waist made me look up at him. He pulled me forward till I was stable on my feet; our bodies collided, and I let out a soft gasp. That was when I noticed my breasts were crushed against his chest due to the zero space between us. His heart was beating fast and we stayed like that for a few seconds. That was when I noticed it, it was like his bulge shot up in his pants as he grabbed me.