"Ashley, sweetheart, wake up." My step father, Michael coos in my ear.
I groan, and hide my face under the blanket.
He chuckles, "Ashley, you have to wake up, honey. I don't want you to be late again."
I throw the blanket off my head, and I go to put on my clothes, and Michael leaves my room.
Michael has been my step father since I was six, he's always been a father figure to me, and my mom seems to really care about him, as he cares for her as well.
I love my mother, but I've always envied her.
She's is dating someone 11 years younger than her.
Yes Michael is 26 and my mother is 36. He's literally young enough to be my brother, and everyone mistakes him for that.
I don't think my mom had any intentions to marry him, she would think of him as a one night stand, but she ended up falling for his looks, and charms.
First, it was a one night stand, which lead to weekend sex, and then strictly sex whenever they wanted, which was almost every night, but somewhere along the way, they stopped, and settled down to get married.
I couldn't deny that Michael is highly attractive with his dyed lilac hair, and sparkling green orbs, just his face in general could cause someone to faint.
I never noticed how attractive Michael actually was until I was 13, that's when the hormones started kicking in, and I wanted to have him underneath me whimpering, or whispering seductive things in my ear.
But, it's weird to have these types of fantasies, especially about your step father.
I'm 17, but, Michael still treats me like a little girl, and trust me, it's really annoying.
He's constantly telling me my shirt is too tight, or my shorts are to short. But he never understands, that in a couple months, I'll be 18, and he can't tell me how to dress or what to do.
My mom is always working, so she leaves me with Michael all day, which sucks, because first, he's always on my ass for everything I do, and what I say, which leads to me telling him to fuck off, that he's not my father, and him screaming at me.
I throw on my pink skirt, with a white top, pretty casual, but it's the school uniform.
Which Michael hates.
He thinks the skirt is too short, and the shirts to tight, and I end up rolling my eyes like always.
I drown out in my thoughts and don't even realize my phone is buzzing, I see I have a text message from my bestfriend Calum.
Calum: be ready dork, i'm on my way, we can get breakfast on the way :)xx
Me: how do you know I haven't had breakfast yet? I could be eating right now?
Calum: okay, fine, are you Ashley Walker, up for eating breakfast at mcdonald's with me?
Me: yes, I would love to cal:)))) xx
Calum: greeaaattt. ill talk to you later xx
Me and Calum have been bestfriends for 6 years now. Michael absolutely hates him, he thinks he's a bad influence, he also thinks that's were my 'attitude' comes from. It all started when my bestfriend snuck me to a party, and we played truth or dare, well she dared me to kiss the hottest guy in the room, and that was Calum.
So after a while, I started bring him to my house, we came close to sex a couple of times and Michael would walk in and throw him out. Theys why he practically hates his guts.
I carry my phone down stairs, and I see Michael sitting at the table, with drinking coffee, and reading the news paper.
He notices my presents and looks up.
"Hi Ashley, you look pleasant today." He says standing up, smiling and kissing my forehead.
"Hi daddy, thank you." I say smiling. "Where's mom?"
"Work." He says not taking his eyes off the news paper.
"Oh." Is all I reply with. My mom is constantly working, even though Michael has told her millions of times she can stay home, that he can afford the bills, but she doesn't listen.
