Chapter 4

Ella’s POV

Back in my father's house, the coast was always clear after Mum had screamed goodnight to me from the living room and had gone to her room.

Here, it was new, and I didn't know how Mum would do it yet.

But just as I sat on my bed, drifting off in thought, I heard footsteps approaching the door.

I jumped into the bed and wrapped the blanket around my body, covering the skimpy gown and heels I had on.

The door suddenly swung open.

“Night night Ella,” mum muttered softly,

“Night night mummy,” I muttered and she turned off the light and left.

When I felt she was gone completely, I removed the blanket and got out of bed.

I was ready to leave now. If mother left like this, then I'm sure she had gone inside with her husband for the night.

For some reason, I felt I should confirm before I go out in this dress.

I covered myself with the blanket again, and tiptoed downstairs, my eyes flying around for anybody. But there was no one.

 I breathed deeply and ran back to my room to take my bag and put on my shoes.

When I was done, I looked in the mirror and my makeup was still intact. I looked extremely gorgeous as always. I smiled and began going downstairs, ready to have the most fun time of my life tonight.

The way I looked this night, I was sure to bag a young wealthy billionaire this night and get f*cked to the fullest. They were mostly muscled and handsome. I love them, I could have all of them penetrating me at once.

One tried to offer me money some time ago and I never did it with him again. How dare he, I wasn't doing it for money. Mum already gave me everything—it was always sweeter when done completely free. And with strangers, it was heavenly, how I love it!

Just as I got downstairs, the door suddenly made a creaking sound and I hid behind the sofa.

Gosh, it must be the son. The jerk wants to spoil my fun this night. Why didn't he come back since or wait till I was gone? I hissed as I hid carefully behind the sofa, my head down.

Then he turned on the light. Gosh, my heart fell. He'd see me.

And just as I thought, I could hear his footsteps approaching.

“Who are you?” he voiced, now standing above me from the back. I sighed deeply. But something hit me hard—the voice. It was so familiar, I squinted my eyes. Then stood up and turned around.

Gosh! My brows raised and my leg got lagged at the face in front of me, but I decided to compose myself. My thinking could be wrong.

“Ella?!” his voice sounded, his expression confused and brows raised.

“What are you doing here? You came to look for me in my house?!” he questioned with his forehead creased, and my confusion heightened, my heart started pounding hard in my chest. What does he mean by ‘his house’??

“Ryan, did you just say your house??” I questioned, my face paled.

“Yes, it's my house, Ella, you should've just waited for me in school. Why do you have to trace me down here,” he muttered and I palmed my forehead. I've messed up.

I just f*cked my stepbrother a few hours ago.

What was going to happen to me and my Mum now?

If she finds out I did such a thing, her blood pressure would rise, and I could lose my mother.

As I stood there for a long time, lost in thought and calculating my misery, Ryan’s voice came up again

“Wait, don't tell me you're the step-sister father had been disturbing to have dinner with,” he muttered, his face scrunched.

I hissed at him, turned around, and started walking away, taking the stairs to my room—tears welling up in my eyes. How could he be my stepbrother?

I had not only lost him as my s*x partner, but I could also be in trouble.

Still fuming, my bag suddenly got pulled and I missed my steps on the stairs, but he swiftly stopped me from falling, wrapping his strong arms around me and then pulling me back to the living room.

“You haven't answered my question.” his deep voice sounded.

“Yes, I am. Can I go now?” I muttered, my voice cold and eyes glaring.

I turned around to leave, this time, I walked faster and ended up in my room.

I flung my bag on the bed, still fuming—this boy had ruined my fun this night.

I already got wet after drinking a bit of an aphrodisiac earlier. I couldn't wait to get there and start hoeing around already, but then this boy came and ruined everything.

Gosh, I have to leave this house somehow.

I looked through my window and if I tried what I had in mind, I'd be buried the following morning.

I heaved a heavy sigh, still calculating how to get out of the house.

But nothing came to mind, a few minutes later, I figured he must’ve gone inside his room and decided to try my luck again.

However, as soon as I got downstairs, someone grabbed my arm and pulled me into the kitchen.

My head spun around trying to figure out who did this. Then my eyes finally found his face as he held me to his chest.

“Ryan?” I called, my voice low.

“You really want to sneak out this night hun?” he muttered, his tone teasing and his eyes filled with lust

I began dripping even more. Looking into his eyes set my body on fire.

“Who are you going out to meet? What does he want to give you? I can give that to you, so can you forget about sneaking out this night?” he muttered, his face now flushed red.

My thighs already got soaked from the too much wetness dripping from my pussy.

“But you already said we wouldn't do it twice, I'm going out to meet who’d do it to me over and over again without conditions,” I muttered, my voice seductive and body moving under his touch.

He sighed, then held my jaw while looking delicately into my eyes.

“I’ll give it to you every day from now on, can you not go out anymore? I love you, Ella,” he muttered and I froze.