My Stepdaddy Wants Me Novel – “Gia, get in the car!” My mother bellowed. “We have to leave now!” “Mom, our car is too small! Where the heck am I supposed to sit with all this stuff in the back!” It was our yearly summer road trip to Alan’s family beach house. Like always, my hoarder of a mother liked to over-prepare for things by bringing more than what was needed.
In the back of our small sedan were cases and cases of clothes, water, food, snacks, and especially toilet paper. “Hmm, it is true that we have too much stuff,” a stern voice calls from behind. “Maybe Gia’s right. Let’s leave some things at the house and―” “Absolutely not!” Mom shot back. “If we’re going out on an eight-hour ride, I want us to have every commodity possible. What if we get stranded in the woods somewhere with no phone signal or internet?” That was my mother being paranoid again.
I turned around to greet the sound of the voice. It was Alan, my mother’s ridiculously hot boyfriend. With his lean, muscular build and bright brown hair, it was hard to believe that this man was nearly twice my age. Mom must have won the lottery in secret to have seduced such an impressive male specimen.
I often found myself blushing in public because people often mistook him as my boyfriend, considering how hunky and young the tall man looked. “How about you two just go without me,” I suggested. “I mean, I’m 18- years-old and I’m more than capable of taking care of the house on my own.” “There’s no way you aren’t coming with us, Gia,” Mom answered. “This is your last year before you’re off to college. Who knows if we’ll ever be able to do this again!” I heaved out a long sigh. I’ve lived with her for long enough to know that she won’t change her opinion no matter what I say or do. “If you don’t get rid of the stuff in the back, Gia will barely have enough room to sit,” Alan added. “I don’t want my baby girl uncomfortable for eight straight hours, ya know?” His words are enough to make Mom pause.
That’s the thing about the right man in the house. When he says something, good girls do it. Mom is no exception. “Here’s an idea then,” Mom said. “How about Gia sits in the back with you? Problem solved.” “Sit in the back with me?” Alan frowned. “Are you kidding? Haven’t you been listening to what I’ve said?” “No, dear, you’re not understanding what I mean. All we have to do is move some things to the passenger seat so that you have enough room to sit.
Then Gia can sit on your lap and everything will be nice and settled.” “Hold on, you want her to sit on my lap!? Why can’t she sit on yours!?” “Because I’ll be the one driving.” “The hell should you drive for? It’s my family’s beach house we’re traveling to.” “And? Alan, whenever you’re on the road, I don’t feel safe. Who knows if you’ll drive like a maniac like last time.”