Chapter 8—The Aftermath

You could hear the fan spin and the sound of Rory’s PC running in the back. No one said anything. Out of the three people present in the room, only one was amused by the situation.

“Leave. Now.” Nicholas’s voice was arctic. His words were filled with venom; you would not believe they were directed at his own son.

Harvey’s lip fluttered a bit, but he switched up his act, trying to maintain the facade of being nonchalant.

However, Harvey held his ground for a little while longer, searching his father’s stone face. If he had doubts before, he was completely sure now. The video in his phone was worthless because the person who gave Rory those dirty bites and hickey was his father.

Oh, how he would love to press on with this new revelation. But he knew if he did… His father will not fail to go through with his promise to him.

But it was obvious; his hands twitched, and his eyes were hard. Harvey knew better than to press on. But the realization was clear, and it hit him like the blow his father gave to him.

Nicholas… His father was sleeping with Rory.

A wave of vomit rolled through his gut, but he disgustingly slowed it down, swapping it with anger. “Fine, but I will still send it to you, though. I mean, since you are fucking each other like dumb rabbits, you might as well entertain some masturbation.”

He reached the doorknob, pausing a minute. “Enjoy your fucking faggot.”

The door slammed behind him.

He leaned against the wall, his heart pounding incredibly hard. It almost felt like it was about to burst through his chest. He plucked out his phone, staring deeply at the picture of Rory. The underwear on his head and his throbbing red dick.

His stomach twisted.

Harvey didn’t want to admit it. No, he didn’t want to acknowledge the way his own body reacts anytime he watches the video. His brain turns to a puddle anytime he remembers Rory choking on his dick whenever he called him to suck on it.

The way his cock had hardened while he was playing with Rory’s under the breakfast table, the way he had forced Rory to cum, the way he had sadistically hated and strangely loved it too.

Slamming his fist into the wall, the pain shot through him, and it sobered him from the growing weirdness in him.

To him, it was better to deny and hate his brother than to understand whatever the fuck was going on within him.

Hitting the call button, it rang for a while before the caller picked it up. “Sin city. The usual room.”

A giggle followed through.

Harvey glared at the door, resisting the urge to burst it down.

“Harvey, honey, what are you doing?” Heidi called out while she was cleaning up the table. Typically, Harvey paid no attention to her, slamming the door as an answer.

Back in the room, Nicholas turned to Rory. He could see the worry and fear taint his eyes. But he wasn’t going to talk about anything that just happened. His voice softened, despite the rage still simmering within him.

“It is alright, sweetheart…. Daddy is here.”

Rory let out a sigh of relief as he buried his face in his hands. His body slowly broke down. He was tired from their little quickie that morning and had hoped to rub one out and sleep. But now… he was beyond stressed with no feeling of sleep around him.

Sitting beside him, Nicholas rubbed his back gently.

“He won’t hurt you again. I promise."

The sudden promise shocked Rory as he looked up at him. His eyes were red and desperate. “He knows, Dad; he knows.”

Nicholas’s jaw tightened as he understood what he said. There was no brainer about what would happen if this were to come out.

“Don’t worry, he would not say anything.” This was 70-30% true. After all, if Harvey wanted to stay in his will, he would keep his mouth shut.

But then again, Nicholas knew his son could risk everything and expose him, not caring about anything, which was why it was a 70-30% chance.

He pulled Rory out of his arms, staring at him dead in his eye. “He won’t.”

Even though Rory wanted to believe him, he knew Harvey more than his stepfather knew his son.

Harvey was cruel, ruthless, and manipulative. He would never let this go.

Sure, he had lost his right over the video, but Rory knew Harvey would have something more.

Something dark is waiting for him.

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An hour later, stuck in traffic, Harvey was sitting on the bed with a woman rubbing his shoulders and kissing him. He didn’t smile as he downed his whiskey shot in one go.

The burn was good to numb his growing rage.

“Well, someone is testy. What got you so wound up? It is mid-afternoon. Too early for sex.” Harvey rolled his eyes.

“There is no designated time for sex.” He answered, gripping the glass.

“True… But you are lying; something is up.”

Harvey said nothing, nor did he push her away. He filled his cup again, reeling on the burn.

“C’mon, tell me…” She mourned, kissing him as they shared the whiskey in his mouth.

He suddenly pulled her by her waist, sitting her down on his hard dick as she rocked on him.

“You want to know? Fine, my stepbrother is a fucking liar. My father is a hypocrite. My stepmother is just weird and nosy. And I’m sick and tired of playing family house with them.”

She arched her brows and let out a giggle. But she didn’t press, and honestly, she was slightly annoyed. “Sure,” she said. But it was a form of tease. She didn’t want to hear him whine about family problems.

Resisting the urge to roll her eyes, her lips brushed his ear.

“Then let’s make you forget.”

He tore at the flimsy fabric of her dress. But despite her tan body, all he saw was Rory’s pale skin. All he felt was the ghost of Rory trembling beneath him like he did that morning.

“Fuck!” She gasped as Harvey bit her collarbone. His teeth were sinking too hard into her body. But she loved it.

Arching her back and moaning, Harvey didn’t hear her. He was completely lost in the thought of Rory’s whimpers and sighs.

His hands slid up, gripping her through, just enough to make her gasp

“You like that? Yeah?” He snarled. His cock was hard and arching. But it wasn’t for her but for Rory. The way his eyes swelled with tears anytime he had his cock in his mouth.

“Harvey—fuck, yes—”

He shoved her legs apart, driving it into her in one brutal thrust. She cried out, and her body jerked in response.

But he didn’t care. She was his cum dump; that was her job. Sit still and take him well. He didn’t slow down.

He fucked her as though he hated her. Like she was the source of his anger and the burning rage in his chest. His hips buckled as she slammed into her. The slap of their skin getting louder and louder.

His breath was ragged as he chased his release, ignoring hers completely.

Not her.

Not her.

NOT HER!!!

IT WAS NOT HER!!!

“HARVEY!!!” Lena screamed, her nails digging at his back. He was so close, his body coiled tight as he gripped her hip harder.

His thumb pressed into her flesh as he pictured Rory beneath him, whimpering and begging.

‘I’m yours… Harvey—’

His body jerked at that, and he filled inside her.

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"Rory? Are you in there? I just saw Harvey storming out."