Chapter 2.

Scolding.

When we got to the elevator doors and they opened, there he was, wearing a black suit that hugged every inch of his muscles, his firm legs, and the fabric elegantly showed off his virility.

He looked like he had just cut his hair, I loved this new look, it suited him well, it highlighted his bone structure more, he was the man of my dreams, the most handsome I had ever seen, so much so that I was left open-mouthed and in a daze as I looked up and down at his elegance, but in my place, ¿who wouldn't be?... He looked like a God and I wanted to be his submissive…

Galilea noticed before my father looked up, she pinched me behind the arm and brought me out of my thoughts, I could only say: nice to see you, good morning father, to which Sergei answered with a hard expression: there is nothing good about it, go home, take off that miniskirt and burn it, you are my daughter and you cannot dress like a prostitute… and before you tell me that this is the fashion I can tell you that you do not need to follow a fashion: You look terrible, horrible, you practically have a sign on your face that says I am a whore.

His harsh words made everyone around me notice, even Galilea lowered her gaze, the humiliation was very great and for some reason she felt her stomach ache.

I was upset when I saw the hardness in his eyes, it was really overwhelming, ¿why couldn't he be like in my fantasies? ¿Why did he have to be so harsh with his words that he didn't even measure them in the place where he was?

Treating me like anyone was a shame, much more when I'm supposed to be his daughter, but I had to admit to myself that when I heard his deep voice I felt like I was dying, I was so angry that I wondered if there could really be moisture on my legs... and what was more important if I reacted to his voice, ¿what would happen if one day that beautiful 2 meter 10 man really touched me?

 I breathed deeply to try to expel that thought from my mind, it was crazy, my father was not interested in me in that way, it was impossible, that was made clear more than once with his attitude and his harsh words to me.

However, whenever Megan, my stepmother, appeared, things changed.

 She really was a woman I didn't like, not because of her skin color, but because for many years she has tried to get me to talk to her in one way or another as a mother figure.

She wants to replace my mother in my life, but on more than one occasion I have made it clear to her that I, Stephy Gosha, will never and will never accept her as one of my own. 

Maybe that is what bothers her or hurts her because she is always complaining to my father and then my father tells me that I have to go ask her for forgiveness, but my pride has never let me leave my room and look at her to say those words, much less to someone who is not even my color. 

I could not lower myself before such a hypocritical and opportunistic woman.