A Love So Wrong Read Online Brooke Summers

Categories Genre: Romance Tags Authors:

Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 15834 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 79(@200wpm)___ 63(@250wpm)___ 53(@300wpm)

Georgina’s life is turned upside down with just one kiss.
The man she wants isn’t a man that she should be with.
After all, he’s the man that’s been a huge part of her life since she was sixteen.
But the heart wants what it wants and Georgina’s wants Wayne.
Her step-father.




I suck in a sharp breath and wipe under my eyes. No more. I won’t cry any longer. Not over Derek. He doesn’t deserve them. He messed up. He didn’t want to wait until I was ready, instead, he had sex with Melanie—my so-called friend—now I’m done.

I know better than to let anyone get close. I learned the hard way over the years. Those closest always hurt us the most. My mama taught me that, as did my father. Neither are in my life anymore for a reason, and I’m praying it stays that way.

"Georgina, where do you think you're going dressed like that?" my stepfather, Wayne, asks as I walk down the stairs. He’s standing there, his eyes dark with rage as he looks me up and down. Shit. He’s pissed. But he looks kinda hot all riled up.

I glance down at what I'm wearing, a skirt and an off the shoulder pink top. I don't see anything wrong with it. "What?"

He runs his hands through his hair. "Go and get changed."

My mouth drops open in shock, "No way."

He growls, "Are you really going to Vicky's?" he questions and I take a step toward the door, hoping that I can get out of here quickly. "Don't even think about it," he says, his finger pointing at me. His eyes dark with anger.

Shit. He’s pissed.

I don’t truly know much about him, he’s very secretive about his work, even though I’ve been living here for three years. But he’s been good to me; he’s given me a home and that’s more than what I’ve ever had.

“Dad,” I whine, hoping to make his anger vanish.

He pinches the bridge of his nose and closes his eyes; this is my time to go. I edge closer to the door and quickly open it.

“I won’t be long,” I promise as I flash him a smile. “Bye.” I quickly dart out of the door and down the drive.

Relief washes through me when he doesn’t follow.

Tonight, I just want to let loose and not have to worry about cheating assholes or family who don’t give a crap about me.

I sneak into the house. It’s almost midnight and I know that Dad’s going to pitch a fit if he sees me walking in. But I had fun; I finally managed to put all the shit out of my mind and realize that I don’t need anyone but me.

A light flickers on in the living room and I sigh. Great, he’s still awake.

“I don’t want to argue,” I tell him. I’m tired and I’m sick to death of him telling me what I can and can’t wear. He’s always dictating what I can and can’t do. I’m not allowed to date, I can’t wear certain clothes, and heaven forbid I talk to a boy.

He gets to his feet and stalks toward me. Backing me up until I hit the wall. I look up at him, his jaw set, his eyes filled with heat and his breathing deepens. The predatory gaze he has makes me swallow hard. “Daddy?” I whisper, unsure as to what the hell is going on.

He closes his eyes. “Georgie.” It’s a tortured groan.

“What’s happening?” I question as I feel his hard cock against my stomach. I suck in a deep breath as the urge to grind against it hits me. “Daddy?”

His lips descend on mine. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, devouring me with just one taste. I moan, grinding against his thick erection.

He tears his mouth away from mine and I’m left wanting more. “Fuck, that shouldn’t have happened,” he tells me as he pushes away from me.

“No worries,” I say, trying to pretend that his rejection doesn’t hurt.

He turns to me, his eyes filled with lust. “I fucking want you, Georgie. My dick is rock hard, but you’re pure and young. I can’t do that to you.”

I turn away from him, unable to listen to this. So what if I’m young and pure, I’m an adult and I can decide for myself. “Fine, I get it. No worries. I’ll call Tommy; he’s always up for a bit of fun.” I turn on my heels and walk toward the stairs. I've no intention of calling Tommy, but I want Daddy to feel jealous.

“Georgie, you had better fucking not call another guy,” he snarls at me.

I turn to him in disbelief, he can’t be serious? “What, so you don’t want me but no one else can?” I shrug. “Fine, I’ll be out of your hair by morning.”