Chapter 5: Finding Out I Made Out With My Father’s Son

Annabel’s POV

The ringing of my alarm jolted me from sleep. As I quickly reached to turn it off but noticed I was not in my house. The room is totally different from mine, the expensive sofa, the white painting and the soft mattress.

I jumped up from the bed, finding myself half naked and covered with a duvet.

What did I do?

Did I actually sleep with him?

The last thing I remembered was us drinking and laughing, then our eyes met not leaving each other and Daniel calming my mouth as we went into a passionate kiss.

But how did I get to his room?

How I barely have clothes on is what I couldn’t place my head on.

“Did something really happen between us?”. I muttered a question only Daniel could possibly have answers to.

But, wait…

Daniel, where is he?

I quickly dressed up and went down but did not see him. He must have left me. How could he?

Who on earth brings over a girl for dinner and just leaves them like that with no words. I must be too foolish to think that Daniel will want to have anything to do with me. I’m not even in his class. There must be millions of classy ladies lining up for him to choose.

So why do I even think that something will make him want me. Besides he already told me that he doesn’t fling with his employees, putting me out of the league completely.

But why on earth will I be this pained? I have convinced myself that I was only doing this to get back at James and Stephanie.

With anger I picked up my bag and left for home.

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The long awaited day is here. I had messaged my dad that I would be coming over. After months of being apart because of school and my work.

It’s a good thing that I will be visiting, at least I will be seeing my new mom. The woman that stole my father’s heart.

When I got home, everything had changed. The same house but different interior. The furniture has been replaced with something more expensive. The garden, the cars, everything was screaming luxury.

And that was when it dawned on me that my father did not just marry any woman. It is obvious he married a billionaire.

I was still bringing out my luggage from the cab when my dad’s voice called out. “My sweet”. Just like he always calls me. He looked ten years younger and happier.

I could tell his new wife is really doing a good job.

My jaw dropped when I saw him. As I ran up to him. “Dad”. Embracing him so tight that anyone could really tell how much we have missed each other.

Just when I was still in his grip. A voice came from the background called out. “Annie”.

I met a lady who I presumed was my father’s new wife. She is wearing a sky blue silky dress that revealed enough skin on her chest. Her short grey hair curled perfectly, skin glowing, dark-brown eyes.

Her grin grew wider when our eyes met. “Over here my baby” she waved at me.

A flash of disappointment wailed through me. Not that I hated her, but I was surprised that my dad settled for an older woman after years of being single.

This woman could possibly have birthed a child at least twice my age.

I gently moved to where she was then returned the smile. Not fake, but definitely not the energy I thought I would give when I finally meet my stepmom.

I met her gaze. “You are welcome, my father has already told me much about you”.

She nudged my dad playfully. “Wow…really?” Smiling brightly as she took my hand.

We entered and took our seats, chatting as we settled in.

“So tell me, what did your father tell you about me?” She asked, smiling brightly.

I tilted my head, still keeping up with my smile. “Everything nice, he said you make him happy”.

She placed her hands on her chest. “Awwwww” grinning like a teenager who had just met her first lover as she looked at my dad.

Dad returned the smile brushing his thumb on her face. “You are the best thing that has happened to me in years”. He leaned closer to her, gently took her hand, and pressed a soft kiss to the back of it.

I felt uncomfortable.

Cleared my throat. Gently. Just to remind them that I was still there.

They both laughed as they softly tapped each other.

Then the lady turned to me. “Ohh… Annie, forgive my manners. My name is Fiona, I’m sure your dad told you. But it is only right that I did a proper introduction”.

“You know what?” Her face was still beaming with joy. “I have a son too, you will be meeting him soon. And I’m sure he will be glad to have you as a sister”.

Sister?

Well, this is my father’s choice and I will have to respect it.

At least, I will be benefiting from the union. Ever since I turned adult, my dad has been excessively protective. I believe having a woman in his life as a distraction will be for the best.

Meanwhile, Fiona pulled out her phone. Waking the screen with a tap and showing it to me. “This is my son”. Still smiling ear-to-ear. “His name is Daniel”.

My body froze.

How is this even possible?

I recognized the face. The same man that I had just left his bed a few hours ago. It was clear like sunlight through glass.

In the picture he stood tall, the navy blue suit clinging to his frame like a second skin—sleek, tailored, and whispering wealth without a word.

Just like that first night at the club. The same dark eyes. His tie, knotted with effortless precision. I could sense his charisma from the image.

I was not hallucinating. It's actually Daniel. And to make it worse, he did not appear as my brother all this while. I guess he is also clueless about all this.

We kissed last night.

It was something intense. Something I could not make meaning of till now.

Fuck, now it’s becoming clearer. We did not just kiss, his body was all over me. He was the one that stripped me naked.

“What if we…”

No, we could not possibly have made out.

Gush. My head was on the verge of exploding when Fiona creased my hand softly. “Annie….Annabel”. Her voice pulled me out of my thoughts.

I jerked up. “I’m sorry”. I whimpered.

My dad’s eyes met mine. “Baby, are you okay?” he cupped my face in concern.

My chair scraped against the floor as I leaned forward. “I…l’m alright”. I stammered.

At this point, the only thing I need is answers to my numerous questions.

Because not only did my dad bring in an older lady as his wife. Now this?

The man I made out with is my father’s son.

Fiona stood up from where she was seated and came to me. Her hands softly brushed mine. “Annie… I was thinking, maybe you can go see my son. He is always busy, and I think you going to meet him will help you bond together as siblings”.

I swallowed hard. “Do you think so?”

She gave me a playful tap. “Don’t be silly”. Then her shoulder dropped as she took my hand. “I will send you his address… I have informed him already. He will be waiting for you tonight”.

“Tonight?”