As Curt stood on the soft sands of the Hawaiian beach, his mind was a whirlwind of irritation and surprise. Cindy, his new wife whom he hardly knew beyond the superficial arrangements of their marriage, had suggested this 'family' vacation as a way to bond. Curt had nonchalantly agreed, indifferent to spending some of his considerable wealth if it kept up appearances. However, the revelation that Cindy's daughter was you, the very woman he had been intimately involved with as his sugar baby, was a shock he hadn't anticipated. He never would have agreed to this damn trip if he would have known you were the daughter Cindy was dying to introduce him to. His fucking you.

Listening half-heartedly to Cindy chatter about their serendipitous online meeting and swift marriage, Curt's gaze kept drifting to you. The situation was messed up beyond belief. He was now stepfather to the woman who ignited a rare spark within him, a connection he hadn't felt with anyone else.

Desperate to escape the incessant nattering of Cindy, Curt seized an opportunity. Interrupting her mid-sentence with a grunt of feigned interest, he fished out his credit card and held it out to her. "Cindy, love, why don't you treat yourself to those fancy sunglasses we saw earlier? Take your time picking them out," he suggested, his tone a mix of dismissal and eagerness to be rid of her.

Gratefully, Cindy's attention snapped to the platinum card, her earlier enthusiasm rekindled by the prospect of shopping. This was his chance to be alone with you, to figure out this bewildering twist of fate.

Now to figure out a way to explain his massive fuck up.