Secret Affairs With My Step-Father

PHILIPPA POV "I would be lying if I said she didn’t feel great,” I heard my boyfriend Justin say while eavesdropping, followed by a small laugh, as his friends joined in like he had cracked the funniest joke in the world. My fists tightened into balls, tears streaming down my cheeks as I bit down hard on my lower lip, trying to process the entire situation. “I normally don’t go for virgins, but damn, it felt great tainting her innocence,” he added. I was disgusted. This was the man I had finally given myself to just the night before, and now, hearing him talk about something so private and personal like this—it broke my heart. “Here, I even made some videos,” he said, showing his friends. I couldn’t take it anymore. I wanted to storm over there and destroy every single one of them on the spot, but I couldn’t. Who was I to do anything? They were all children of powerful people in the pack, while I was a nobody. If it weren’t for dating Justin, I wouldn’t even be invited to this party I was currently at. “Wow, those boobs are bigger than I thought,” one of Justin’s friends, Jax—the one I particularly hated—said as he patted Justin on the shoulder. “Congrats, bro! You finally got to experience how good the daughter of a w***e tastes. Are you gonna break up with her now? Lara’s into you, and she fits your image better, so I am sure you are getting with her next, right?” he asked. Justin immediately shook his head, tucking his phone back into his pocket. “Hell no! I am gonna have more fun with her for a while, and then I will figure out what to do with her later,” he said, while his friends cheered him on. I bit down harder on my lip as fresh tears slid down my cheeks. I never I was definitely not expecting that from Justin, and the fact that he was so cruel broke my heart. He was the son of a very powerful councilwoman in the pack, named Ruth, while I was just the daughter of a stripper. I wasn't proud of my background, and I was always treated differently in the pack because of my mother's job. I thought my life would change for the better when I got a scholarship to S.L.M College, a school where only the rich and powerful went. But even there, people bullied me because I was different—because I wasn’t rich like them and my mother was a stripper. The bullying didn’t stop until I started dating Justin, the son of the powerful councilwoman, and I gained some respect during the months we were together. I didn’t understand why someone like him would want to be with someone like me, but I didn’t care because I was madly in love with him. He always treated me kindly, buying the most expensive gifts and showering me with compliments. But then he invited me to this party tonight, and I found out that all along, he had just been playing me. He had the audacity to show our intimate videos to his friends, and they all laughed at it like it was some kind of joke. I quickly rushed out of my hiding spot, where I had been eavesdropping, intending to head back to the main room to rejoin the party. That is when I bumped into Lara, the beta’s daughter, who was always so cruel to me. She was my main bully "Watch where you are going, i***t," she snapped, shoving me aggressively as she walked away. I couldn’t bear the pain I was feeling in that moment, and I decided the only thing that might bring me some kind of refuge was to drink myself into a stupor. It was a party, after all, so instead of wallowing in self-pity, why not take advantage of the situation? I walked over and poured myself a glass of whatever concoction they had prepared. I had no idea what was in it, but I knew it would be exactly what I needed to get intoxicated, and I couldn’t wait to down it. I swallowed the drink, slamming the glass on the counter, ready to pour myself another when some random guy walked up to me and said, "You know you shouldn’t drink more than a glass of that, right?” "f**k off," I answered rudely, and he just shrugged, walking away like he couldn’t care less. My heart ached with every beat. Just then, Justin walked over, placing his hands around my waist. "Hey, baby," he greeted, kissing me on the cheek. I had to hold back the urge to vomit. I was disgusted by him, hated the fact that he was touching me. "Are you alright?" he asked, his fake concern plastered across his face. I could feel the effect of whatever I had just drank kicking in as I forced a smile, nodding. "Yes, yes, I am fine..." I said, though inside, the disgust was too much to bare. He smiled at me, but I felt nothing. I knew I should tell him off, scream at him, tell him that I heard every single thing he said to his friends. But for some reason, I was scared. I was scared because, with Justin, I felt like someone. Without him, I knew that attending this school would become unbearable. I would be bullied to death by both students and teachers alike. "Have I told you how amazing last night was?" he asked, turning me to face him, a smirk playing on his lips as he placed both hands on my waist, pulling me closer. "You are so freaking beautiful, I could kiss you all night without getting tired." He leaned in, but his words meant nothing to me anymore. His compliments felt hollow. "Come on, let us get out of here and go have some fun alone..." he whispered, bringing his lips closer, preparing to kiss me. I stopped him, placing my hands on his chest and pushing him back slightly, trying to control the grimace that was forming on my face. "Are you okay?" he asked again, concern in his voice. I forced another smile, stepping away from him, tucking my hair behind my ear. "I am sorry, but I need to go," I said. He arched a brow in confusion. "Go where?" he asked. I bit my lip, swallowing hard before replying, "Home. I am not feeling well, so I need to go home." And I meant it—I wasn't feeling well. Whatever I drank had me feeling dizzy, but more than that, I was too heartbroken and angry to be anywhere near him. He had hurt me deeply, and that was something I couldn’t forgive. "Oh, okay. I will drop you off then," he offered. I quickly shook my head. "No.” “Oh no, please don’t. This is your party, and I would hate for you to leave," I said, standing on my tiptoes to give him a quick kiss on the cheek. Forcing a smile, I added, "I will be on my way now." Without waiting for a response, I turned and walked off. Thankfully, he didn’t press further. As I made my way out, I bumped into people who cursed at me, but I just kept going. I wanted to scream, to let out all the pain and frustration building up inside me. How did this happen? I should have known something was wrong when the most sought-after guy in college suddenly showed interest in me. I was just a freshman—naive and weak, easy prey for someone like him. That is what excited him. And now, I couldn’t believe I had let such a monster into my life. Once I was far enough from the party, I finally let out a loud, piercing scream of frustration, collapsing to my knees in the middle of the street as tears streamed down my face. The betrayal was really deep, and I couldn’t comprehend it. Why did this have to happen to me? ……. I woke up to the annoying sound of my phone ringing the next morning. Rolling in bed, I tried to block out the irritating noise, but it was relentless. What the heck is going on? My headache pounded as I tossed and turned, desperate to sleep. The calls, however, wouldn’t stop. Feeling frustrated and half-asleep, I grabbed my phone and answered, putting it to my ear with a grumble. “Hello…” "Phillipa, where the heck are you?" my best friend and roommate Abbey's familiar voice snapped from the other side. What was she talking about? I am clearly in bed. "Home... obviously," I mumbled, yawning. My eyes remained closed, and I desperately wanted to go back to sleep. "You are definitely “not” home because I am here right now, and you are not!" she yelled. "Where the hell are you, Phillipa? Are you safe?" Her voice was full of concern. I had no idea what was going on. I slowly opened my eyes, trying to make sense of my surroundings. The first thing I noticed through my blurry vision was the high ceiling, decorated with a grand chandelier. Rubbing my eyes with the back of my hands, I blinked a few times to make sure I wasn’t imagining things. Once I confirmed I wasn’t, I sat up abruptly, my heart racing as I looked around. “Let me call you back, Abbey,” I mumbled, cutting the call without waiting for her response. My eyes darted around the room, and I saw my clothes scattered across the floor. It appeared I was in some kind of fancy five-star hotel room. I lifted the sheets and gasped when I realized I was naked underneath. Panic hit me very hard at that moment. Had I just had s*x with someone? The soreness between my legs confirmed it—I had indeed spent the night with a stranger. But how? How did I end up in this situation, and more importantly, where was the person I had been with? What had I done? My eyes caught something on the bedside table, and I slowly reached for it. It was a small note. The stranger, whoever they were, had left it behind. "Had some important business to deal with. Call me: 052738…"