This was insane. My new stepfather—the man Mom was set to marry—was the stranger from the lounge. The billionaire client I’d serviced.

 

He was the man I’d knelt before. The man whose heavy cock I’d gripped, pumping with a toy until he came.

 

We stood frozen, locked in a stare, while Mom watched, confused. She glanced between my pale face and his hard expression, sensing the heavy silence.

 

"Do you two know each other?" Mom asked, frowning as she tried to read the room. When he didn't answer, she turned to me. "Vicky? Do you know him?"

 

My head spun. I couldn't process the madness.

 

The memory of his groans...