Chapter 5: Her fiance?

I got up, yawning, and walked over to my closet to change into a loose gray shorts and an old baggy shirt I got from a summer camp like, two years ago. My hair was a total mess, so I threw it into a lazy ponytail and headed downstairs.

As soon as I hit the bottom step, the smell of Italian pasta and chicken smacked me in the face.

Damn. It smelled so delicious, I could eat the whole pot.

I figured Mom must’ve made dinner, which meant I wouldn’t have to cook. Thank God.

I made my way into the kitchen and saw a pot still sitting on the stove.

"Don't you dare touch my food."

I was just about to grab a plate when her voice came from behind making me turne to see her standing by the kitchen door with her arms crossed.

“Wait, what? What am I supposed to eat?” I asked, clearly confused.

“I don’t care. You’re an adult, right? I’ll treat you like one. Buy your own food and leave mine.”

“Mom, please... I’m sorry about earlier. I was just mad, I didn’t mean it.”

She didn’t say anything. Just walked to the stove, packed up all the food into containers, and left the kitchen.

Does she have to go that far of starving me??

I was so damn hungry.

And now I had nothing to eat.

My throat felt as if it was closing up. I wanted to cry, but the tears just wouldn’t come.

I made my way back to my room taking phone to order a large pizza and two burgers. I didn’t even care about the calories. I was starving.

I sat down on my bed, holding my stomach while it growled like crazy. I kept telling myself not to cry.

But deep down, all I could think was: What the hell did I do to deserve this?

Yeah, I yelled at her, but I was hurting. I was tired. I just wanted to be free for once. And she punished me with food? She actually packed her dinner and left me with nothing? I know I messed up earlier, but c'mon, she was my mom.

Fifteen minutes later, the doorbell rang. I wiped my face and ran downstairs.

Mom must’ve gone to her room or something. Good. I didn’t wanna see her anyway.

I opened the door and saw the delivery guy standing there with a bag of food.

Finally finally.

But when I looked closer, it wasn't my name written on the receipt.

“Um... this isn’t mine,” I said, holding the bag up.

The delivery guy, a tired-looking older man with gray sideburns checked it, then sighed. “Shoot. Sorry, sweetheart. Mixed up the orders. One sec.”

He turned around and walked next door.

Next door?

Wait… I thought that apartment was still empty.

Then the door opened.

And holy. Shit.

A tall, tan-skinned guy stepped out, shirtless, sweaty, and wearing nothing but boxers. Not even the loose kind either, the tight kind. My eyes landed on the very noticeable bulge under his pant and my eyes widened.

Is he insane??

I immediately looked away, pretending to stare at the floor. Like bro, it’s called pants. Try some.

He didn’t even look embarrassed. Matter of fact, I swear he licked his lips when he looked at me.

Ew. Was he a perv and a lunatic?

The delivery man handed him the wrong bag back, and the guy disappeared inside for a second before returning with another bag.

He handed it over, and I took it without making eye contact. “Thanks,” I mumbled.

The delivery guy apologized again.

“It’s fine,” I told him. “People make mistakes.”

I shut the door and leaned against it for a second.

That guy. Seriously? Who the hell walks around half-naked to answer the door like that?

I shook my head as I went to my room, before dropping the bag on my bed.

I didn’t even wait to sit. I opened the pizza box, tore open the burger wrappers, and started stuffing my face, eating as if I hadn't eaten in days.

You can't blame me tho.

It was so freaking good I could’ve cried. I licked grease off my fingers and didn’t care.

Finally, something good today.

Even if it came wrapped in a mix-up and a naked weirdo.

I was halfway through my second burger when my phone buzzed beside me, informing me I got a message. I took it lazily to see a text from an unsaved number.

Unsaved number: "You looked better under me, not under your mom's roof."

What the actual fuck?

I blinked at the screen for like a solid five seconds.

Was this som college creep? Probably.

Wouldn't be the first time some random horny dude got my number and sent nasty texts thinking he was slick.Gross. Guys are cute behind the screens, but cowards in real life.

I rolled my eyes and threw my phone across the bed.Screw it. I was too tired to care tonight. I crawled under my blanket and let the food coma pull me into sleep.

*****Next morning

I woke up with the knock on my door, I groaned burying my face into the pillow, God what time is it? Of course I knew who it was, and l wasn't ready to face her, especially not first thing in the damn morning.

"Tessa? Are you awake?"

Okay, that was weird. She didn't sound pissed or bossy ..she actually sounded soft.

"Tessa...I'm sorry ok?"

That was all it took me. I mean, no matter how much she pissed me off, she was still my mom. I stood up and opened the door to find her all dressed up, her brunette hair cascaded down her back making her look sexy.

Where was she off to this early?

"I was wrong about last night,Forgive me ok?"

"It's okay mom."

She smiled softly. "Go get cleaned up. I want you to meet someone important."

Important???

She was already walking off, humming to herself.

That was new, I guess the person is really important.

I jumped in the shower, letting the warm water clear my head. I washed my hair and brushed my teeth. When I was done, I moisturize with my vanilla lotion and threw on a pair of loose gray shorts and my favorite black hoodie. I sighed, dragging my feet as I walked down the stairs. My hair was a mess since I didn't bother in combing it and I wasn’t even in the mood to entertain anyone.

The moment I reached the living room, my eyes budge out of socket to see a tall, handsome man—maybe in his fifties standing there with his arm around my mother’s waist.

Ok, who is this?

“This is Jackson...my fiance,” Mom said with a big smile.

What the hell??

Fiance? Mom never told me she was dating someone.

Well… good for her. Maybe now she’d focus on her man and finally stop breathing down my neck.

Yay, finally, I can have some space and can finally party...?

I forced a small smile and greeted the man.

“Hello.”

“Hello, daughter,” he said warmly.

Daughter? That felt… strange.

For a man in his fifties, he was ridiculously handsome. Expensive suit. Charming smile. The kind of man women probably threw themselves at.

Then… the front door opened and a sweet scent of spicy vanilla, musk with mint filled my nostrils.

I traced the scent to see a tall man in dark expensive suit walking closer to us like he owned the fucking world.

 Holy fuck, he smelled so fucking delicious, like heaven.

I could eat him up.

The moment his blue eyes landed on me, I froze.

What was he doing here?

The older man smiled proudly. “This is my son, Christian.”

What???

Mom laughed, completely unaware of the storm going on inside me.

“That means he’s going to be your stepbrother soon!”

Stepbrother?

The hot stranger I had given my virginity that night, who had my moans in his head and my taste on his lips would be my stepbrother??

How was this even real??

Christian smirked at me, he had a straight long nose and soft sexy pink lips that made my heart beat faster.

I couldn't stop thinking about his kisses that night. It wasn't gentle or soft like I imagined my first kiss to be. He didn't even let me catch my breath as he devoured me that night.

Even in that suit, one could still tell he had a great body.

He was very sexy.