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2026-07-11 23:27:34
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I AM MY STEPBROTHER'S OBSESSION THE ARRANGEMENT
George called Luca into a private lunch two days later, and I only knew about it because Clara mentioned it in passing while restocking the coffee. Offhand, like it was nothing. “Big lunch with his dad today. Country club. Whole production.” It shouldn’t have made my stomach drop the way it did. But I’d learned enough by now to know that nothing in this family happened without a reason attached, and country club lunches with George didn’t get scheduled for small talk. Luca came back from it two hours later. Jaw tight. Tie loosened like he’d been fighting the knot the whole drive back. He went straight into his office without stopping at my desk the way he usually did. I gave him twenty minutes before I followed, coffee in hand as an excuse, and found him standing at the window with his hands braced against the sill. Shoulders set in a way I recognized from the plane, from the storm, from every moment he was holding something back by pure force. “That bad?” I asked, setting the coff
I AM MY STEPBROTHER'S OBSESSION VANESSA INTRODUCED
She came in on a Wednesday, no appointment on the calendar, which should have been my first warning, because nobody walked onto this floor without Clara knowing about it three days in advance. I heard her before I saw her...the particular click of heels that meant money, unhurried, confident, the kind of walk that assumes doors open themselves. When I looked up from my desk, she was already past Clara’s station, Clara trailing a half-step behind with the look of a woman who’d tried to stop something and failed. “You must be Nyra.” Vanessa Cole was exactly what my mother’s voice had promised and somehow worse for being real. Tall. Composed. Dressed in something the color of good coffee that probably cost more than my monthly salary. Hair pulled back in a way that looked effortless and definitely wasn’t. She smiled at me, warm on the surface, and underneath it I felt the same assessment Marcus Webb had given me at dinner, quick and thorough and finished before I’d said a single word.
I AM MY STEPBROTHER'S OBSESSION FAMILY DINNER
Mom’s texts had gotten more frequent since I started working for Luca. Little check-ins dressed up as nothing...how’s the new job, come by soon, miss your face. I’d been dodging most of them with excuses that weren’t quite lies, just not the whole truth either. Sunday dinner finally caught up with me. There’s only so many times you can say you’re busy before your own mother starts hearing it as something else. Richard begged off. Said the Webb thing again. It had started to feel less like an excuse and more like a whole second life he was living somewhere I wasn’t invited. I drove over alone, and some small, guilty part of me was relieved about that before I’d even parked. Luca’s car was already in the drive when I pulled up. Just seeing it there made something low in my stomach tighten. Heat. Memory. The shape of his hand on mine on the tarmac still lived under my skin like a brand. Mom answered the door with flour still on her hands, pulling me into a hug that smelled like garlic
I AM MY STEPBROTHER'S OBSESSION RICHARD'S ASSOCIATES
Richard asked me to come to dinner with “the Webb guy” on a Tuesday. He said it casual over breakfast, like he was asking me to pick up milk. But something about the way he wouldn’t quite look at me while he said it made my stomach turn before I even had a name for the feeling. “Why do I need to be there?” “He asked about you.” Richard poured his coffee. Still didn’t meet my eyes. “Wants to meet the wife. It’s a whole thing with guys like him, you know. Family. Appearances. Just be nice. It’s one dinner.” Guys like him. I filed that phrase away and didn’t like the shape of it one bit. The restaurant was the kind of place that didn’t put prices on the menu. Dim lighting. A maître d’ who knew Richard’s name in a way that told me he’d been here more than once lately. More than our budget should have allowed for in months. Marcus Webb was already at the table when we arrived. My first thought, unfair maybe but immediate, was that he looked like a man who’d spent a great deal of money
I AM MY STEPBROTHER'S OBSESSION OFFICE, MONDAY
Monday morning and I couldn’t find a single pair of tights without a run in them. I stood in front of the dresser for ten straight minutes, digging through a drawer that suddenly seemed full of nothing but holes and static. I was already twenty minutes late for a job I both dreaded and needed in almost equal measure. My fingers kept catching on the fabric. Snagging. Pulling. Every ruined pair felt personal, like the day had already decided to go against me. By the time I finally gave up and just went bare-legged, my hands were shaking a little. I didn’t want to look too closely at why. Traffic was bad. Of course it was. I sat behind a delivery truck for what felt like forever, watching the clock on my dashboard tick past the time I usually got to work. Somewhere around the third red light I caught myself gripping the wheel exactly the way I’d gripped Luca’s hand on the plane...white-knuckled, like the car might try to run away if I let go. My palms were damp, I left the radio off. I
I AM MY STEPBROTHER'S OBSESSION THE HOUSE
Richard came down the stairs in sweatpants, hair still damp, toweling the back of his neck, and for one disorienting second he just looked like my husband. Not a suspect. Not the man who’d flown across the world drunk and accusing. Just Richard...ordinary and rumpled, the way he’d looked coming down these same stairs a hundred mornings before any of this started. Something in my chest twisted hard at the sight of him. Familiar. Safe. Completely wrong for the person I’d become in three short days. “Hey.” He crossed the hall, kissed my cheek, quick, distracted. The brush of his lips barely registered. “Good flight?” “Fine.” My voice came out steadier than I expected. Like I’d practiced it. “Long.” “Yeah.” He didn’t ask about the deal. Didn’t ask about the dinner, or Selene, or anything at all about the three days I’d just spent on the other side of the world from him. He glanced at his watch instead, already half turned back toward the kitchen. “I’ve got the Webb thing tonight. Shoul
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