Craving For My Stepfather
"Then why are you still here, Mr. Grant?"
For nineteen-year-old Finn Vance, the mansion has always been a cage. His mother is never home, and his stepfather, Grant Sterling, is a cold CEO who married her for appearances. Finn has been watching Grant for years. Since sixteen, no woman has ever moved him. Only Grant.
When Finn finds Grant half-naked, towel slipping, he drops to his knees and gives him what he's been fantasizing about for years. Grant, who buried his attraction to men to protect his reputation, is undone. He leaves the house.
Then Naomi calls. She doesn't want a divorce anymore, she wants to try again. What follows is a forbidden affair of stolen kisses and raw passion. Grant tries to resist. "We can't do this again." But Finn won't stop.
When Naomi walks in on them, the truth explodes. She's been cheating too. She doesn't care who Grant fucks, as long as her image stays intact, but when she gets pregnant by her co-star and files for divorce, she blames Finn. The scandal is brutal and the betrayal devastating.
Grant fights back. "You're not leaving. I won't let you go."
They've lost the world to find each other. And now, nothing will tear them apart.
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Chapter: The NoteFinn's POVI woke to an empty bed and a hollow ache in my chest.The sheets beside me were cold, Mr Grant had been gone for hours. I reached out, my fingers brushing the empty space where he'd been and i felt the loss like a physical wound.Then I saw it.A piece of paper lying on the pillow. His handwriting, sharp and decisive. "I don't regret it, but I need to think. Give me tonight. I'll come back to you. I promise."I pressed the note to my chest, my heart pounding. He had left me a note and he promised to come back. He hadn't just disappeared. I read it three times. Then four. Then I folded it carefully and tucked it into the drawer of my nightstand, next to the things I never let anyone see.The morning light filtered through the curtains, pale and cold. I lay there for a long time, replaying every moment of the night before. His hands on my hips, his mouth on my skin and the way he'd said my name like it was a prayer.I got out of bed and showered, letting the hot water wash a
Last Updated: 2026-07-16
Chapter: The First CrackFinn's POVThree weeks.Naomi had announced it so casually, like she wasn't handing me the keys to my own destruction. Three weeks of location shooting. Three weeks of Grant and me alone in this mansion with nothing but the memory of that kiss between us. I watched her pack. She was dramatic while talking a mile a minute about the script, the director and her co-star. She kissed Grant on the cheek at the door, promised to call every night, then she left. The door clicked shut.Silence.I stood in the foyer, my heart pounding against my chest. Grant was still at the door, his hand on the handle, staring at the wood like it held all the answers. He didn't turn around.I took a step forward. "Mr. Grant."He didn't move.Another step. "Grant."His shoulders tensed and slowly, he turned. The look on his face made my breath catch. It was raw, hungry and terrified. He looked like a man standing on the edge of a cliff, trying to decide whether to jump or not. "Finn." His voice was rough. "T
Last Updated: 2026-07-15
Chapter: Playing HouseGrant's POVThe first week was torture.Naomi threw herself into the role of a devoted wife with the kind of energy she usually reserved for red carpets. She cooked breakfast, burnt eggs and undercooked bacon that I ate without complaint. She rearranged the living room furniture, talked about date nights and weekend getaways and all the things we had never done in four years of marriage. I played along and smiled when I was supposed to and nodded when I was supposed to nod. I kissed her cheek and held her hand and pretended I wasn't counting the minutes until I could escape to my study. But I couldn't escape Finn.He was everywhere. In the hallway, brushing past me with a whispered "Mr. Grant" that made my blood run hot. At the dinner table, across from me, his green eyes catching mine over Naomi's chatter. In the garden, shirtless, tanning in the afternoon sun like he knew I was watching him from the window.I was watching. I couldn't stop watching. He had done something to me, that
Last Updated: 2026-07-15
Chapter: The ReturnFinn's POVI woke up gasping.For a moment, I didn't know where I was. The ceiling was wrong, too high and covered in shadows that shifted with the pale morning light. Then the memories crashed over me like a wave. The bathroom. The towel. The taste of him on my tongue. I sat up so fast my head spun.Mr. Grant.I looked around my room, disoriented. The house was silent. Too silent. I grabbed my phone from the nightstand, there was no messages, no missed calls. My heart hammered as I swung my legs out of bed and walked barefoot into the hallway. The mansion stretched out before me, cold and empty. I walked through room after room, the kitchen, the living room, the study. Nothing. There was no sign of him. I made my way to the garage and peered through the window. His car was also gone. He'd left.I stood there, frozen, the reality sinking in like a stone in my chest. He had left and he wasn't coming back. I'd finally done it, I had pushed too far, crossed the line, and now he was gone.
Last Updated: 2026-07-15
Chapter: The Longest Night Grant's POV The city lights blurred past as I drove. I didn't know where I was going to, I just knew I couldn't be in that house. Not with Finn's taste still lingering on my body or the ghost of his mouth still burning against my skin. My hands were shaking on the steering wheel as I gripped it tighter forcing myself to breathe in and out. Everything about my life had been mechanical for years. I wake up, go to work, then come home and pretend. I had built an empire on control, discipline and on never letting anyone see what I truly was. And in thirty seconds, or less, Finn had torn it all down. I ended up at my office tower. It was the only place I could think of going. The glass monolith loomed against the night sky, cold and indifferent. I parked in my private garage, took the elevator up, and walked into my office. The lights turned on automatically and everything was exactly the way i left it. Orderly and safe. I collapsed into my leather chair and stared at the ceiling. Finn
Last Updated: 2026-07-15
Chapter: The Weight Of Silence Finn’s POV The house was never quiet when she was at home. But she was never home. That is the thing about having a mother who'd rather be more comfortable on a soundstage than in her own living room. Naomi Vance-Sterling filled every room she entered with noise, laughter, complaints, the endless phone calls with her agents, and her latest co-star who was definitely just a friend. But when she was gone, there was total silence in the house. I'd been back for three days. Three days of walking through hallways that felt more like a museum than a home. Three days of eating alone in a massive dining room that could fit twenty persons. Three days of pretending I wasn't counting the hours until Mr. Grant came back home. I wasn't supposed to be here. I'd made that clear when I left for university. The dorms were small, the food was terrible, and my roommate snored like a terrible pig. But at least there, I could pretend I wasn't obsessed with my stepfather. Here, in this cold mansion,
Last Updated: 2026-07-15
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