Trapped with my Mom's Dangerous Ex-Husband

Chapter 1.

Gianna.

...and he thrust into her core, pumping his length until she could only feel him. A breathless moan escaped her lips. The tantalizing sound sending pleasurable shock waves through his body. Her hips rocked bringing him further into her until...

"We're home!" Vivian's shrill pulled me out from my book. With a sigh, I placed it in my bag and stepped out of the cab.

Vivian's house was a dream home.

Literally.

And I blame my mother for denying me the pleasure of calling something like this my own home.

Vivian's father had built it from a dream he had, or so he had told us when we were young girls. Looking at it now, I believed it. Little did I know that, in this house, all of my dreams would start to come true...

Years had gone by since the last time I came to Santa Monica. The mansion had tall, white, towering columns lining the porch, accenting the huge archways over the doors. The architecture was unique to Vivian's father's taste, which made sense since he had dreamed it up.

The difference now was the roof had been redone, and the landscaping was completely different, now with an Italian flare. Mr. Moretti had even added a marble fountain to the front yard that featured a goddess being worshiped. He had really outdone himself and based on the looks of the outside, I couldn't wait to see what he had changed inside. This was my home away from home.

"Oh, my god!" Vivian screamed excitedly. "Look at this place! Dad really did a number on the renovations, didn't he, Gianna?"

"Yeah, it looks to Vivian awesome," I replied, glancing towards Vivian, shaking my head. Thank god she has never been to my mother's house. Even when our parents were married, she preferred to stay with her Mom.

As much as I didn't want to think Vivian wouldn't judge the way I grew up... she is a stuck up brat, so she would. Prim and proper was Vivian's norm. These sorts of luxuries weren't possible for someone like me with a single parent.

I didn't come from mansions or luxury cars or tight security. My family didn't have yachts and butlers and maids. All of which seemed to tend to any need Vivian could possibly ever have. But it didn't matter to me in the end. I loved the life I lived, and I was grateful to have been able to take part in Vivian's as well.

"I'm starving. I wonder if Dad has a small spread ready for our arrival," she murmured as she grabbed her stuff and glanced at me. "Ready to get this party started?"

"Sure." Shaking my head with a smile, I watched her move with excitement towards the front door. Its mahogany finish gleamed in the Santa Monica sun. Beautiful. That's what it was.

Passing the threshold, it was as if being instantly transported to Italy. The decor embellished every inch of