As she walks she feels the breeze of fall slightly lift her shirt, the cool air sending chills throughout her body. One more block until she's in the warmth of her home. As she gets closer she sees a familiar black BMW, followed by a man in an all black suit stepping out of the luxurious car. Montgomery Russo Bianchi, a beauty of a man, with his toned body, dark slicked hair and enticing blue eyes. Any woman would kill for a taste of the wealthy man. Iris, thought nothing of it, she could only ever see the man as her father, after all he's been her stepfather since she can remember, although she isn't blind to his beauty, she thinks nothing of it.
As for Iris, she is the definition of innocence, she so rarely talks to boys considering she's not supposed to be and she has never even came across the word sex. Her parents, more so her own mother, exempted her from her sex education classes in her 9th year from fear of her daughter becoming curious and becoming sixteen and pregnant like her own mother. Iris has never had a father besides Monty, her biological father ran out on her mother, Jennifer, when he was fifteen, he was so frightened at the thought of having a child so young that the only thing he thought to do was run. Then about two years after her mother had her and was going through a very rough spot in life, there came a light at of her tunnel and that light was Monty and since then they have been there for each other every day. Monty has always been closer with Iris then Jen ever was, Jen has always had an underling resentment of her daughter since in her eyes, Iris ruined her life.
