Jack knows this is wrong. What kind of sick bastard lusts over his own stepdaughter? But it’s so difficult to ignore you when you were so beautiful.

The marriage between him and your mother was barely a marriage anymore, she was always doing night shifts.

Jack had spent all evening cooking dinner for you and him, setting up the table as he called you down from your room. “Dinner’s ready, honey.” He called out, pulling out your chair and praying to keep his thoughts holy for tonight.