Stepdaddy Savage
Copyright © 2016 by Charleigh Savage
Cover Design: Charleigh Rose
Editing: Barbara Shane Hoover
Formatting: Champagne Formats
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters and places are a product of the author(s) imagination or, if an actual place, are used fictitiously and any resemblance to an actual person, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
Dedicated to Julie
Stepdaddy Savage is a smutty, taboo novella featuring an over-the-top alpha male.
You do not say no to Graham Savage, because he doesn’t ask. Just like his name suggests, he takes, and right now, he believes I’m his.
He is a cold, calculated, ruthless, formidable Irish mobster, and… my step-dad.
Regardless of the fact that it’s nothing more than a business transaction, he’s technically married to my mom. Even still, I find myself scared to be caught, yet even more terrified of being cut loose.
They say love is like a butterfly…well, we are about to prove to the world that it’s also like a punch in the face. Sometimes inevitable…and always painful.
“My Boo”—Ghost Town
“West Coast”—Lana Del Rey
“Sweet Child O’ Mine”—Guns N’ Roses
“Hype”—Dizzee Rascal & Calvin Harris
“Straylight Run”—Existentialism on Prom Night
“I fucking love New York!” Jade whisper-shouts when we slip past the two burly bouncers of Hot N’ Bothered.
We race into the club on our heels—I stole a pair of Louboutins from mommy dearest, and Jade has her sister’s pair of Pradas on—brushing past sweaty shoulders, loud drunks and couples grinding against one another.
The place is dark and heavy with the sweet smell of sex, hormones and one-thousand different perfumes. The lights are dim, bluish and seductive. Everything feels right. I have a good feeling about tonight. Something feels different; it’s in the air, it’s in my bones, it’s everywhere.
“My Boo” by Ghost Town DJ’s is blasting from every corner of the room, filling my ears and making me sway my ass from side to side. Tacky as hell but it’s a perfect tune to be dancing to when you wanna rub yourself against the length of a handsome stranger.
Jade and I grin at each other knowingly before walking toward the bar at the center of the room, our heels clack-clacking on the sticky surface. I scan the dancefloor around me. We’re on the first floor, which is packed with dancers and a crowd of R&B enthusiasts in baggy clothes and hipsters who think it’s super-cool to be seen in a joint like this.
There’s a second floor upstairs, but I suspect it’s reserved as a VIP area, because there are two bouncers standing next to the stairs leading up to it. Couples are leaning against the bannisters on the second floor, heavily making out, drinks in their hands and smiles on their faces. I look back down. We don’t need to go to the VIP section to have fun. We have each other, and that’s enough.
“I still can’t believe we didn’t get carded.” Jade is breathless as she fixes her teeny-tiny red mini-dress, rolling it down her thighs while balancing on those heels. She looks amazing with her smooth tan skin and big gray eyes, and I have to admit, being the head cheerleader for our football team may come with a price, it’s definitely taking a toll on her social life, but her body’s banging so it’s totally worth the bullshit high school politics she has to put up with.
“Security is loose here.” I flip my hair to one side and roll my own mini-skirt down. It’s all black lace and barel
y covers my ass, and the worst part is that it’s not even mine. I stole it from my mom’s closet. She’ll never notice, though. She’s drunk and high as a kite 99 percent of the time. When she’s sober, she usually spends those precious moments with our pool boy, Julio, so I’m in the clear.
“How did you know?” Jade asks, parking her ass on one of the black barstools. I follow and plop next to her, grinning.
“The place belongs to stepdaddy dearest, and NYPD is on his payroll.” I gift her with a naughty smirk, wiggling my plucked eyebrows.
Yup, and Graham is flexible when it comes to girls who are slightly underage. I’m not talking completely and utterly disgusting, he always makes sure that they’re eighteen or above, but he’s known for letting his loaded friends waltz through these doors with younger arm candy. Old enough to play around with their sugar daddies, but not to order skinny margaritas from the bar.