Page 17 of Daddies' Little Troublemaker

But, no, my discomfort stems from something else this time. There’s an element of familiarity to these images.

Pale blond hair. Big, innocent blue eyes. A slightly crooked, mischievous smile.

Wait just one fucking second.

Evelyn.

Evie.

Evie.

No, it can’t be. How did I not see it before? How didn’t I recognize her at the club? All of these photos are of a child, and it definitely wasn’t a child I hooked up with.

Fuck, fuck. Fuck. My heart kicks into hyper speed. This…this is not good. “Not good” is an understatement; this is cataclysmically fucked up.

I have to get out of here. I have to fucking leave. I can’t stay here, I can’t even look Mark in the eyes. He’s going to kill me. I would deserve it. A hundred percent.

The other night, at Vice?

I fucked my step-brother’s daughter.

My legs are numb, but I force them to back up. I’ll simply leave the way I came, lock up, and disappear.

But then she steps into the hallway, and I’m struck all over again by those beautiful blue eyes.

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Evelyn

My hard lemonade is empty, and that’s about all the progress I’ve made on anything in the past couple of hours. It turns out, it’s difficult to focus on a job search when nice music is playing and the pool water is perfectly cool against my heated skin.

I need another sunscreen application. I wrap a towel around myself so I don’t drip on Dad’s floors and head inside. One quick sunscreen application later, and I step out of the bathroom.

A man is standing in the hallway. I shriek and dart back into the bathroom where I slam the door shut and lock it, my heart thudding in alarm.

“Evelyn, it’s Lincoln,” the guy says.

Lincoln. My step-uncle.

“I thought you weren’t coming until tonight,” I say from behind the door.

“Sorry. I didn’t have your number to warn you that I finished up early.”

“Shit, you freaking scared me,” I say as I unlock the bathroom door and step back into the hallway.

I take one look at Lincoln, at his light brown eyes, that strong jaw, that sexy mouth, and I gasp.

“James?” Before he can correct me, I shake my head. “Lincoln James. James is your last name.”

He nods, an inscrutable expression on his face. A face that, four days ago, was buried in my pussy.

My face heats with embarrassment. This cannot be happening. All I can picture is those eyes locking on mine while his mouth works between my legs, where I’m completely naked before him, spread for his pleasure.

These are thoughts I should not be having about my step-uncle.

“What have we done?” I whisper.

He reaches over his shoulder to rub the back of his neck while he shakes his head. “I don’t fucking know.”

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