LOGINRONAN.
I couldn't believe it. I almost couldn't believe Dad was thinking about wife-ing that lady he met just a few months ago. The thought had kept me up most nights. He had broken the news like it was something I should jubilate over. Was he expecting me to applaud him after I had seen how much he adored her? A forty-three-year-old woman! Same love he never gave Mom. Gave her the same care he denied Mom. I had seen how he laughed at every lame joke she made. How he gifted her even the smallest things. All of that he never did for mom. She had died lonely, her hands curled tight around my fingers till she went cold. She spent weeks in the hospital but Dad only showed up once, paid the hospital bills, and vanished. Not once did he stay by her bed. Not once did he care. I was only eight at the time. Grandma Julie, Mom's mother, and I, took care of her till she passed. And now, Dad knows how to love someone? When he broke the news of his marriage to Marielle, and that her daughter, June, would be in the same college as me, my blood boiled. “She has a daughter?!” I snarled. “You're settling for a forty-five-year-old woman with a grown-up daughter?!” “You would watch your language when you speak about her, Ronan. She's forty-three, and I'm forty-eight. What's more important is that we make each other happy!” He gritted. “And Mom?” I asked, a knot formed in my throat. “Didn't she make you happy?” I hated that he never thought about her. I hated that another woman was coming in to take away the little peace we had. I was not in the best father-son relationship with my father. I have had grudges against him since the death of my Mother, but this marriage? It would be the death of the little relationship we had. He rested the fork in his hand against the plate. “It's complicated, son.” I scoffed. “Don't call me that… That's what you have always said. When will you ever admit you were a cheat, and now you can't wait to bring in your other family?” I hadn't intended it that way. But what else would you have me think? He never mourned my mom. He had hit both hands hard against the table, so hard that the porcelain creaked against it. I stood up, and ran upstairs, taking the stairs two at a time. His eyes followed me all the way up. That night, I couldn't sleep. I tossed and turned. I wanted to know who she really was, what her daughter looked like. I wanted to know if they were Dad's second family. I grabbed my laptop. It was easy to find her profile on social media. I typed in her name, Marielle Rourke, only a few profiles had that name. I scrolled till I found her picture. Then I swiped into her pictures, she had quite a number of them. Then I stopped at one, her daughter, on her graduation day from high school, a few months ago. I paused. Then I zoomed in on the picture. There was something about her, her hazel eyes, her bright smile. I felt my lips part as my eyes fixed on her smiling face. No! Ronan. That was not the reason for the search. I clasped my laptop close at once. Shifted it away from me like it was some sort of evil. Then I fell asleep. I found myself going back to the same profile every other day. I would scroll all night, rewatching every picture of the young girl till my eyes became heavy. Luckily for me, I had found a comment from her profile under her Mother's picture, June Rourke. I smiled to myself. Then I swiped into her profile. Savouring every one of her pictures, my dick throbbing hard at some. There was something about her beauty that radiated even in the simplest of dresses. I hated myself each time I came back to this page, but I couldn't help it. Her smiles had made me less cranky, and even Dad noticed that this morning. But I wasn't going to let her Mom break our home. I lay in my room, lights off, laptop in my face, just the way I liked it. My thoughts flew back to some hours ago. I had met June at the college. Dad had mentioned they were moving in today. But nothing got me ready for when I met her in college. Her bravery had caught me off guard, only then did I know I was in for a ride. A pretty long ride! I could still see her lips rattling as she questioned me. A smile formed on my lips, I closed my laptop, both hands formed a pillow under my head as I stared at the ceiling. Every other person had allowed me. Of course, they knew my father was a co-founder of the college. But she? She was definitely cut from a different cloth, and I honestly could not wait to unravel her, she was a mystery. I chuckled lowly, I had caught myself doing that ever since I discovered June Rourke. Then the door was pushed open, fast. I stood up, a ray of golden light fell into the room from the hallway. I wondered who it was. Dad never entered my room without calling out to me first. And the maids? They would always knock and wait for a response. Then, click! The light came on. There she stood with her luggage still standing in the hallway. Her eyes narrowed at me, eyebrows puckered at once even before she found her voice. A laugh almost tore out of my throat at the way she screamed the moment she realised it was really me, the boy from school earlier today, but I swallowed instead. I was expecting her at the mansion, but I wasn't expecting her in my room! Then her eyes flew to my boxers. Gosh! I loved that her eyes widened at what she saw. I already knew this whole arrangement was about to get messier. Now we sat at the dining table, all hands clasped tightly on the table, awaiting the arrival of the princess, Princess June.JUNE; The moment I stepped into Mary's room, I noticed it. I mean, it was quite unmistakable! The new fittings, the new vanity set, even her closet had a new look. “Someone has been spending quite some amount…” I joked while I walked around. She giggled, walked up to me like she was trying to stop me from moving any further. Her hands clasped onto my shoulders. “You just got in, Juney… Relax and stop pacing! I'm going to get us coffee.” A wry smile played on her lips. I nodded and moved back to the bed. Even the white sheets were definitely new, shining and sparkling under the warm light. I relaxed into it, tearing off the crossbody bag. Then I twitched on my phone, finally reading Ronan’s message. “June, please let me explain… Where are you? Just say it, and I will get you please. Have you heard? Our parents are returning tomorrow.” I gave a long sigh, tossing the phone aside. My heart resumed thumping in that raggedy manner. My cheeks flushed red. Then I thought about it
JUNE; With Romy still at the school's three-day trip, I had no other option but to board a cab to Mary's. Just to be anywhere, but this fucking mansion. If anyone had told me Ronan would be this person, I would have probably gone to war with that person. What more irresponsible thing should I expect of him before finally realising he wasn't meant for me? And neither was the mansion too! It had come at the expense of my mom's dignity. She had accepted to live on edge as long as the marriage would last, all for what? Just so she could afford the latest bags, luxury dresses, and maybe have the Graysons’ last name attached to hers? I wish she were a child so I could spank her ass real hard. How dare she put me through this? My stepfather's face flashed back, when he leaned against that desk and said all that stuff to me, dishing out the contract like it was the most natural thing to do, like making rules for your new wife was such a Sunday behaviour. “Oh, I could grab his throa
RONAN; I sat back on my bed, everything unfolding before my eyes, I felt like a villain. I watched June storm out of my bedroom and I couldn't hold her back. I couldn't do anything to stop her. I was guilty! And it was eating me up. All I ever did with the woman I wanted was hurt her. First, it was Natalie, my past, my mistake, showing up and mocking her. And now, she had just realised I not only knew about her even on the very first day at school, I had been the one trolling her on her social media page. Pathetic! I clasped a hand over my forehead. I sat there, asking and pleading that she let me explain, like I had a reasonable explanation to give. I had none. I had gone extreme with the trolls I dished out to her. Now I know my actions were childish, mean, and everything bad. I watched her leave, jamming the door behind her. And I heard it from her bedroom, her voice screaming she hated me. I didn't know which hurt more; storming out of my bedroom in that manner, lookin
JUNE; You know what's cozy? Eating the grilled steak in white pepper sauce and mashed potatoes made by his royal majesty… Ronan. What's even cozier? Sitting on his bed, legs curled, tray sitting perfectly, while I savored the meal he made for me, while his favorite movie played on his laptop before me. How did we get here? Weeks ago, he was the annoying, dickhead boy from school who made stepping onto that premise a living hell for me, and here I was on his bed, enjoying the dish he made, my cunt sore from his bangs. The sound of rushing water from the bathroom pulled my mind, my finger moved, pausing the movie for a second. If I hadn't walked in on him making this meal, I would definitely think he got takeout and was hitting it all up. I hated to admit it, but I can't cook this good. And that made me call him out. It's weird, isn't it? For someone who grew up in riches, surrounded by nannies and maids, how did he do that? “You attended some catering school?” I called out,
JUNE;“Ouch,” I gasped, pulling up slowly from the bed. The sound had left my throat, not from intense pain, but from the way my sore pussy was still clenching. My pussy walls quivered from how hard it was shattered.I had fallen asleep afterwards… The satisfied kinda sleep. My head banged less from the alcohol too. My bare skin brushed against the thin mattress.I yanked the duvet up, and realised I was still naked. The stained mattress had been removed too, only the tiny foam cover and the duvet covering my body. I pulled off, walked to the bathroom, letting warm water run over my body.As I grabbed a silky robe, it wasn't nightfall yet, but my pretty body needed some space, nothing too tight, especially after getting my coochie pounded, like it was her first and her last.I threw the robe over my shoulders, girding the belt tightly around me, a small smile crept onto my lips, my hand paused midway. I had just been deflowered. Do people actually celebrate that? Because somehow, I fe
JUNE;I parted my legs like an obedient girl, back on the bed, head buried against the pillow. Ronan stood before me, his eyes dark, chest rising and falling fast.“Damn, June,” he groaned. “You’re soaked already,” he pulled off his white polo at once, flung it aside. Exposing his fully carved chest and abs. Hard nipples stood in that way, like they were pointing straight at me.Cool breeze brushed the insides of my thighs, making my clit throb even harder. I should be ashamed right? But I wasn’t, the alcohol had stripped every ounce of shame off me. I parted my legs wider, beckoning him, even though I had no idea what this first time would be like.Ronan’s body hovered over mine, as his lips found mine again, his hand trailed under my shirt, rubbing my warm skin till it stopped just a little above my hips, he rubbed that spot softly, then moved his hand further down, grabbing my butt cheek and gave it a generous squeeze. Our lips smacked, loud enough in the room, my heart was racing







