Natalie
I'm nervous.
The girls and I are waiting to get inside the frat house. It's a grand, luxurious building. White pillars support the roof of the entrance, and the garden is filled with dancing people. There is even a pool where some girls are floating around on a pink unicorn.
Bianca turns to me, sizing me up for the billionth time. "You don't look like yourself wearing that. False eyelashes definitely aren't your thing—it looks super fake and not natural on you."
What?
My heart gets punctured by her words. I rarely wear fancy clothes, but I expected Bianca to support me, not keep telling me this look isn't for me. I already feel ridiculous—I don't need her to remind me.
"Calm down, will you?" Linnea frowns at Bianca. She is taller and wears her usual gothic clothes: everything is black except the Harley Quinn-inspired hair. There is also a piercing in her nose.
"I'm just stating the truth." Bianca crosses her arms. She is a gorgeous brunette. She always looks stunning, especially tonight, with her red velvet dress, heels, and big pouty lips.
"No. You're being rude." Linnea sizes her up. "Natalie looks stunning, and you know it. So shut your jealous trap and enjoy the rest of the evening, okay?"
Bianca gapes at Linnea like a stunned goldfish, and then she storms past us to skip the line. Luna follows her like a shadow, leaving me alone with a beyond annoyed Linnea.
"I can't believe she was so mean to you!" Linnea peers down at me. She is wearing killer platform shoes. "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine," I dismiss her worry with my hand. "I just want to skip this line. People are looking at me funny."
"Because you're beautiful," Linnea says determinedly and leans down to whisper into my ear. "That guy over there hasn't taken his eyes off you. I'm pretty sure he is a quarterback."
I curiously follow Linnea's gaze to the grill in the garden. I'm happy and excited but frown upon meeting Noah's eyes. He is surrounded by girls who talk to him animatedly, but his eyes leave them once he sees me.
A smile curls his lips, and I blush.
Why does Noah make me react like this?
"And he is super gorgeous and ignoring the other girls for your sake," Linnea says in a dreamy tone. "He must be well over six feet tall—he makes me appear tiny."
"He is not my type." I'm lying to Linnea because I'm not about to tell her I have a crush on my stepbrother.
"Girl, are you blind?" Linnea snorts. "He is everyone's type."
"Not mine."
"Whatever—you only got eyes for your mystery guy."
If Linnea knew the mystery guy was Noah, she would flip out. There is no telling what she would do. Scream? Try to make me take a picture of his package so she could sell it on campus? The possibilities are endless.
Linnea moves on from the subject. She talks about hair colors, but I'm not listening.
Noah keeps tormenting my mind and memories until it's our turn to step inside the frat house.
"Uh..." The guy by the door looks us up and down, frowning. "Are you sure you're at the right house? We don't like goths and dwarfs."
I open my mouth, but the air is blown out of my lungs when Linnea steps forward to challenge the guy. He is taller than her, but she doesn't seem to mind. She pushes her finger between his ribs, digging it into his white t-shirt like she means business.
"You will let us pass, Johan, or I will tell everyone that you slept with your enemy—me."
My eyes widen, and Johan's face pales. He immediately steps aside, seeming to sweat in his clothes.
"Enjoy your evening, ladies."
Linnea hisses at him, but I grab her arm, pulling her inside the house while laughing.
"Is he your ex-boyfriend or something?" I ask.
"No, we are old childhood friends who thought it would be fun to try sleeping with each other."
I giggle. "But it didn't work out?"
"Oh, I would love to still be seeing Johan, but he lost his soul once he became the rugby team captain. He only dates popular girls now, and I don't fit into that category."
I grimace. "I'm so sorry to hear that."
Linnea shrugs. "It's whatever—I want to get drunk and not talk about Johan! Let's find the free booze!"
Laughter sips out through my lips. "I think I saw a few girls come out of the kitchen with red plastic cups."
"Great!"
We swim through a herd of drunk people. I have to press my way through a clan of blondes who glare at me. I'm the lonely nerd without a pack of my own, and the blondes can smell fear—they know they are making me anxious, so they keep staring.
I try to ignore them. I'm a top-notch student, and usually, I hate parties like these. The reason I came is that I wanted to see Noah.
I would never say it out loud, but damn, he looked good standing outside in only a pair of shorts. And he makes me laugh... I enjoy talking to him more than I'm willing to admit.
"This is great," Linnea says once she has filled our cups. "Alcohol tastes better when it's free!"
She hands me a cup, and we cheer. A smile spreads over my lips, but I freeze once I notice Noah. He is studying me from the hallway, casually leaning against the wall.
Linnea leans in closer. "Do you think this is destiny? This might be a sign that I'm meant to ask that quarterback out for a date. He is definitely staring at me."
I grimace.
Somehow I get the feeling it's me Noah is staring at. There is a slightly evil tilt to his sinful lips. He winks at me before he leaves to follow some friend pulling his arm.
It makes my heart pound.
"Did he just wink at you?" Linnea gasps. "No way—is that the mystery guy from your phone?!"
"No!" I panic and quickly create a story in my head. "I know him, alright? His name is Noah, but he isn't the mystery guy. Noah is the son of the woman my dad is getting married to."
"Oh..." Linnea chugs down her drink. "That still doesn't rule him out from being a love interest? I mean, come on—he is a fine specimen! You could serve a family dinner on that ass."
I spit out my drink into my red plastic cup. "Linnea! What the fuck? Noah is my stepbrother! Please refrain from talking about his ass. Thank you very much!"
Linnea's lips are quivering. "But he is so hot!"
I roll my eyes and sigh heavily. "Noah is the devil incarnate. Trust me, your innocent heart deserves someone better than him."
I wish my words were the truth, but Noah seems like a nice guy. My cheeks burn, and I blink once there are whistles.
People are moving past us, seeming to head for the pool. Linnea forgets about our conversations and smiles.
"Looks like there is going to be pool wrestling. Alright—I totally want to watch this!"
Linnea leaves my side, but someone grabs my sleeve right when I'm about to follow her. I turn around and catch Noah's eyes. He is wearing a mischievous expression.
"Hello."
"Hi..."
He sizes me up with admiration written over his features. "You're beautiful tonight. More than usual."
I blush, afraid of keeping eye contact. He is so damn tall, and that smile makes me melt.
"Thanks..."
Noah keeps taking me in but lets his eyes briefly travel to the pool area. Two guys are down in the water, picking a girl to carry on their broad shoulders—Linnea is one of them.
Noah leans closer to me. His breath is hot on my ear. "Do you want to follow me upstairs?"
My heart somersaults at the suggestive tone in his voice. I want to follow him, but I know I have to resist him. We are stepsiblings!
I make up an excuse. "And miss the biggest wrestling game of all time?"
"Playing with me will be more fun."
My lips curl. "Is that so?"
"Yes," Noah's fingers are playing with the strap of my bra. I shudder when he whispers. "I promise I will make you feel good. You know I will. Do you remember last time?"
I swallow thickly and turn around, peering up at Noah in the darkly lit room. Disco lights move over his chiseled face, casting his brown hair in purple and red. His irises are enormous, lips curving slightly.
Why does Noah have to be so attractive?
Life isn't fair...
I give up.
Noah does seem like a nice guy. He is funny, and he is persistent. Guys seldom show interest in me, but Noah seems hellbent on getting to know me. And even though Noah is a jock and someone I first deemed a playboy, he does make me smile.
Fuck.
I can always get over him, right? Just one more night in his arms. I promise I will never look at him again after tonight.
A sigh escapes my lips. "You better make this quick..."
Noah grins. "You're the one who will beg me for more."
NatalieNoah pulls me into a random room on the top floor and locks the door behind him. I swallow thickly. I'm reminded of his beauty once I'm alone with him. His shoulders are broad, and he gently pushes me down on the bed. I'm a bundle of nerves looking up into his blue eyes and that curve to his lips.He is so tall... Big... Sexy... Perfectly manly. My self-confidence is shattering into pieces with every breath. Muscular arms surround me. "I've missed you." I blush when his eyes roam over my face. "We talk on the phone all the damn time..."He chuckles and brushes away hair from my eyes. "It's not the same as being with you, Natalie."My heart races at his words, and Noah licks my jawline before covering my lips with his. An involuntary groan rolls out through my lips when his hardened cock press against my hip. Dear Lord, he is bigger than I remember!"You better…" I moan when he bites my lower lip and kisses my neck with his talented lips. He is a passionate lover and knows
NatalieI rush down the stairs and notice everyone is cheering. The bottom floor has turned into a battleground arena. It's quite the scene. People are clapping their hands in a circle around Linnea and Bianca.Wait a minute, is that blood on Linnea's face?What the hell is going on?!I press through the crowd, but I only glimpse what is happening in the middle."You used to be my best friend!" Bianca is furious and drunk, raising her voice at Linnea. "But now you're hanging out with that damn loser, Natalie. You're constantly taking her side!"Linnea can barely stand and laughs at Bianca. "Do you want to know why I'm not your fucking friend anymore? Because you're a sad, jealous little bitch! You're such an attention whore that it's pathetic!"Luna is biting her nails on the side, shrieking when Bianca takes a swing at Linnea, who quickly steps away. Linnea is the bigger woman and shakes her head in a warning. "Okay, now you've done it, princess!"Linnea punches Bianca in the face,
NatalieA few days have passed since the party, and I wake up to the sound of my door unlocking. Before I know it, there are plenty of voices in my hallway. I don't even have time to wipe the drool off my face before it sounds like I'm getting robbed.What is going on?!I sit up in my bed like a rocket and slip into my morning gown."Hello?" a male voice asks. "Anybody home?"I pick up my phone from the nightstand and wander out of my bedroom with confusion making my heart race. My jaw slacks to the floor when I find men clad in blue t-shirts taking down my paintings from the walls.Am I still dreaming?Hallucinating?Holy pancakes, what was in those cereals I ate yesterday?"Are you Natalie Gracen?" A man holding a clipboard is looking me up and down. He wears a cap like the rest of them, but a star is on the front. Is he the leader or something?"That would be me... What is going on?"The man blinks. "We are the moving company you hired? Your husband called us?"Husband?Wait.Noah?
NatalieNoah drives up to the curb with his old, roofless red Ferrari. It's probably super expensive, very stylish, like the man sitting behind the wheel.I have to fight the immediate response to drool. Noah looks good with his shades and a white t-shirt in the summer heat. It's fighting for its dear life to hold back his pumped, sexy biceps."Good day," Noah muses. "Or should I say morning, Mrs. late riser?"I open the car door. "Good day to you too."Noah smiles at me but snaps his head to the sidewalk when a girl from our school, Lindsay, calls his name."Noah!"Lindsay walks down from a building with a Louis Vuitton purse dangling from her trimmed arms. Her smile speaks of a woman who knows she has the world admiring her beauty. I'm not exaggerating. Lindsay looks like she could be dating the handsome man sitting next to me. They would make an attractive couple that could easily pose for magazines."Hey, Lindsay," Noah says. "I didn't know you lived here."When Lindsay walks up
NatalieI didn't settle for Italian food. It felt cliché, so I pulled Noah to a Vietnamese restaurant. I'm happy with my choice. It might go against my morals to let Noah pay for everything, but Dear Lord, I'm in heaven.Noah ordered us a buffet of food, and we are now surrounded by various dishes that all taste amazing. Every bite is an orgasm of flavor inside of my mouth. I haven't stopped moaning."Oh-my-god!" I'm eating something called Gỏi cuốn, and it's love at first bite. I talk with food in my mouth, not caring that I have rice on my chin. "This is so good..."Noah told me that the Vietnamese have this thing where they value balance in their tastes. Everything should add something different to the table, and boy, I will follow that like a new religion."I'm glad you're happy."I watch Noah as he eats with his chopsticks. His face remains calm, focused as he picks food, and every movement is fluid. It looks like he is drawing or creating art while bringing the food to his mout
NatalieWe blast through the doors, and I laugh as Noah spins me around while I'm carried like a princess. I see stars. Everything feels light and aflame; I'm on cloud nine.Did I mistakenly enter through heaven's doors?"You're truly stunning tonight, Natalie," Noah says. "The only thing I hate is your outfit."I snort through my nose. "Then how about we take it off?"The poor butler, Frank, can apparently be trusted, and therefore, Noah doesn't care about being intimate.And I don't care because I'm drunk."We have to wash you, my sweet duchess. Do a cleansing before we burn your pajamas to the ground."I'm snorting through my nose again. The wine I drank has clearly gone to my head. I'm happy and unguarded. Noah bought me plenty of new clothes today, but I'm not allowed to wear them.Not yet. "And how are we supposed to do a cleansing?" I ask.Noah replies by running up the stairs. His mansion has plenty of them, and the walls are covered in paintings. Chandeliers fill the ceiling
NatalieI'm vulnerable.I'm exposed.I'm baring my neck as Noah kisses my skin, taking pieces of my soul that he will keep forever. His hands make love to my body, and his caress is like dark poetry—addictive and possessive at the same time.I'm afraid.I've let no one this close. But my fear is overruled by my aching desire to have Noah's enormous cock inside me again.His teeth graze my nipples, making me shudder. It's heaven to be worshipped like this. Noah's big hands are pressed to my back, and I'm on my knees, sitting in his lap. I want his cock so badly, but Noah doesn't seem to be in a hurry. He is taking his sweet time licking every inch of my chest, teasing me by letting his fingers travel close to my pussy.It's agonizing, especially when his mouth covers my nipple, tormenting it by adding pressure to his tongue.A moan tries to slip out through my lips, and Noah chuckles darkly against my skin. The handsome devil."I love your tits." His eyelashes flicker, allowing me to
NatalieI sneak out of Noah's room in the early morning. He has already headed out for his run, and my naked feet are pitter-pattering down the stairs. Somehow, I find my way into the large kitchen. I'm wearing some of the new clothes Noah bought for me—a t-shirt with a cat playing guitar and a pair of leggings. It's basic but comfortable.I search the cabinets for a coffee cup, feeling out of place since this is my first morning at the mansion. Noah told me to make myself at home before he left for his run. So I'm trying to ignore the awkwardness of rummaging through his fridge.And damn, the jock boy got some serious buffet goodies inside his fridge!There are chocolate puddings, yogurt, cheese, and juices of different fruit and flavors. Leftover pancakes and a whole sea of sandwiches.Smiling, I carry everything I deem tasty to the kitchen table. Cynthia chooses that moment to waltz into the kitchen. She is wearing a morning gown, and her hair is tucked into a towel on her head."