Brat Attack (Billionaire Daddy 2)

Brat Attack!

I loved my life in New York.

I started out with nearly nothing. But I had the best gut instincts you ever saw. I never failed to pick the next winner stock. And, yeah, I always got out before the bubble burst.

It wasn't long before I became one of the richest men in the city. You can't imagine the envy this created!

People said I had it all. Good looks and riches to boot.

These days I didn't even go into the office much. Since my wife had divorced me, I'd spent most of my time just lounging around my luxurious high rise apartment.

Ah my ex-wife. You see, she just had to be a movie star. God the money I spent on that woman!

I financed film after film for her. And then finally she made it. Next thing I know she's got to live in Hollywood. New York is too dreary for her. The divorce was inevitable.

The thing was this. Her eighteen-year-old brat wanted to stay with me. That brat hated her mom!

I wasn't her real dad. That was some trailer park dude I'd never met. Nor did I ever want to meet him.

The brat had been with me for quite a while. Heck, I spent more time with her than her mom did. And I was fond of her. Real fond of her.

"Sure, Cynthia," I said. "You can stay with me."

Now just between you and me that brat was hotter than her mother. Like way hotter. She had killer tits for one thing.

But it wasn't just the tits. The girl could have easily been a class A model. Long straight dirty blonde hair and luscious lips. And don't even get me going about her ass.

What? Am I not supposed to notice these things? C'mon. She was gorgeous. What kind of decent step-dad would I have been not to notice.

And she noticed that I noticed.

Yeah, my hot step-daughter. But I wasn't going to do anything about it. She had a nice life. I wasn't going to interfere with that. But dammit if I didn't want to fuck her!

Okay. So here's what happened. One day I'm just at home watching the financial news. I hadn't even gone out that day.

I sat on our massive sofa just wearing a bathrobe over some boxers. Cynthia comes in. And she's just a wreck!

She's got mascara dripping down her face. She's all upset over something. She sits down right next to her old man. She sidles right up to me.