I don’t know what’s gotten into me. And frankly, I don’t f*****g care. I’m pissed. Pissed at my life, pissed at my job, pissed at my employee and now pissed at my naughty daughter and her misbehaving friend. I know I’m about to give Jess the embarrassing of her life and I don’t give a s**t. It’s about damn time someone taught the brat how to behave.
Jess is looking at me like I just told her to stick her hand in a toaster. I’m about to lose my patience at the little b***h.
“You heard me,” I sneer, hardly recognizing the nastiness in my voice. Jess and I usually have a good relationship, but this is something entirely new.
“D-daddy, you can’t...”
“Oh I can’t?” I retort, bristling at her words, “Please, tell me what I can and cannot do in my own godforsaken house!”
“I mean,” my stepdaug
