FAZER LOGINChapter 8: The Worst Possible Surprise
The restaurant was the kind of place I had only ever seen in movies soft golden lighting, white tablecloths, and waiters who moved like they were gliding. I smoothed my dress for the tenth time as my mother and I followed the hostess toward a private table near the window. “Stop fidgeting,” my mother whispered. “You look fine.” I didn’t feel fine. My stomach was in knots. Meeting my future stepfather and his son felt surreal part of me was still holding onto that small hope from last night the hope that maybe this new family would be kind, that maybe life was finally about to get better. Then I saw him. Dominic Zane stood up first, he was tall, silver-haired, and handsome in a polished way. He smiled warmly and kissed my mother’s cheek. “Elena, you look beautiful. And this must be Aurora.” I forced a polite smile and shook his hand. “It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Zane.” “Please, call me Dominic.” That was when my eyes drifted to the young man standing beside him. The world stopped. Prescott Zane. The same sharp jaw. The same arrogant half-smile, the same dark eyes that had looked at me with pure amusement while he called me fatso at camp. He was wearing a black button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up, looking completely at ease, like this was the most entertaining night of his life. My heart dropped straight into my stomach. No. No, no, no. His eyes met mine, and the corner of his mouth slowly curved upward. That same playful, reckless smirk I had grown to hate. “Well,” he said smoothly, “this is a surprise.” I couldn’t speak. My throat had closed up. My mother looked between us, confused but still smiling. “You two know each other?” “You could say that,” Prescott replied, still watching me. His voice was light, almost teasing. “We met at the leadership camp a couple of months ago. Small world, isn’t it, Aurora?” The way he said my name made my skin crawl. My mother beamed. “What a wonderful coincidence! You already know each other. This will make everything so much easier.” Easier? I felt like the floor had disappeared beneath me. No way my mom is getting married to Prescott’s father, this is a disaster I was right all along all Rich men are players Dominic must be just like his son and fucks anything he sees, does he plan on using my mother and discarding her? Well…not on my watch!. We sat down, I don’t remember how I moved. My hands were cold. My mind was screaming the same man who had fucked girls in bathroom stalls, who had mocked my body, who had tried to sleep with my best friend was going to be my stepbrother. Prescott leaned back in his chair like he was at a comedy show. Every time our eyes met, he looked more amused, he wasn’t angry. He wasn’t even uncomfortable, he was enjoying this. Dinner was a blur of polite conversation. Dominic talked about the wedding plans. My mother laughed more than I had heard her laugh in years Prescott contributed just enough to seem charming while shooting me looks that clearly said, This is going to be fun. I barely touched my food. When Dominic mentioned that I would be working under Prescott at the company, I almost choked on my water. “I’m looking forward to it,” Prescott said, his voice smooth. “I’m sure Aurora and I will get along just fine.” I finally found my voice. “May I be excused for a moment?” I stood up too quickly and walked toward the restroom, my vision slightly blurry. Once inside, I gripped the edge of the sink and stared at myself in the mirror. This couldn’t be happening. The door opened behind me. I didn’t need to look to know who it was. “You should see your face right now,” Prescott said, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. He looked completely relaxed. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone so horrified to become my family.” I turned to him, anger and panic rising together. “You knew?” “Since yesterday.” He shrugged, still smiling. “My father showed me photos. I recognized you immediately. Gotta say, I didn’t expect the universe to have this good of a sense of humor.” “This isn’t funny.” “It’s a little funny.” He pushed off the wall and took a step closer. “Come on, Aurora. You have to admit it’s entertaining. The girl who spent an entire week calling me a disgusting fuckboy is about to live in my house and work under me, life is full of plot twists.” I hated how calm he was. I hated that he was enjoying my misery. “Stay away from me,” I whispered. He tilted his head, eyes gleaming. “We’re about to be family. That’s going to be a little difficult.” I pushed past him and walked back to the table on unsteady legs. The rest of the dinner passed in a haze. When it finally ended, I barely managed to say polite goodbyes. The moment my mother and I got into the car, I turned to her. “You can’t marry him.” She looked at me in surprise. “What?” “Mom, please. You can’t marry Dominic. me.” My voice was steady but urgent. “I know his son. Prescott is exactly the kind of man I was afraid of. He’s a playboy, he treats women like they’re disposable. I’ve seen it with my own eyes and I’m sure Dominic is the same too. Men like that don’t change, and families like that… they look perfect on the outside, but they’re not.” And Prescott is horrible, he’s treated me terribly at camp, he sleeps around, he’s arrogant and cruel. I can’t live in the same house as him, I can’t. Her expression hardened. “You’re judging them too quickly.” “I’m trying to protect you.” I reached for her hand. “We don’t need his money, i’ve been thinking about it all day. I’ll work harder, I’ll find a better job, two if I have to I’ll support both of us. We can stay in our apartment and keep building our life the way we always have. We don’t need to depend on a wealthy man who will end up hurting you.” She pulled her hand away. “Stop.” “I’m serious Mom I can do it, I’ve always taken care of myself, and I can take care of you too. Please don’t marry into that family just because they’re rich, I don’t want you getting hurt. “Enough.” Her voice turned sharp. “Dominic is the best thing that has happened to me in years. He is kind, he respects me, and he wants to give us a better life. I will not throw that away because you had a bad experience with his son at some camp, or because you think I’ll get hurt. You are going to adjust, you are going to be polite and you are going to stop trying to sabotage this.” Tears stung my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. “I’m not trying to sabotage anything. I’m trying to keep us from making a mistake.” “The only mistake would be listening to your pride,” she said coldly. “This wedding is happening, end of discussion.” The rest of the ride home was silent. I stared out the window, my chest tight with anger, fear, and a deep, stubborn resolve. I don’t need them. Prescott Zane was going to be my stepbrother. And there was nothing I could do to stop it.Prescott’s POV I left Aurora with Lena and stepped into my office, shutting the glass door behind me. The morning had already been long, and it wasn’t even ten yet I dropped into my chair, loosened my tie slightly, and pulled out my phone. Marcus’s name flashed on the screen almost immediately I answered.“Tell me something useful,” I said, leaning back.Marcus chuckled. “You’re in a mood. How’s life with the new stepsister treating you?”I glanced at the closed door. “She’s stubborn, quiet, and acts like she’s allergic to me. Other than that, the house is still standing.”“You sound entertained.”“I am.” I swiveled my chair toward the window. “It’s interesting having someone around who doesn’t immediately try to impress me she looks at me like I’m a problem she has to tolerate.”Marcus laughed. “That’s new for you anyways I’ve got actual news. My father finally approved the joint deal between our companies, he
AuroraThe moment I stepped out of the elevator behind Prescott, I felt the eyes on me, with women greeting Prescott in a flirty way they all seem to want him and I wonder what they see in him. Zane Enterprises was exactly what I expected sleek, modern, and filled with people who looked like they belonged on the cover of a business magazine. As we walked through the open floor, conversations quieted. I caught the whispers almost immediately.“Who’s that?”“Is she new?”“She’s a little… big for this floor, isn’t she?”“She doesn’t look like she belongs here.”The words were soft, but not soft enough. Heat crawled up my neck, but I kept my back straight and my expression neutral. They had no idea who I was, and I preferred it that way. Dominic had promised the staff wouldn’t be told I was family. Right now, that felt like both a protection and a curse Prescott didn’t seem to notice the murmuring or if he did, he
Aurora’s POV I roll over in the bed again,Sleep was impossible.I had been lying in bed for nearly an hour, staring at the ceiling, when the first sounds reached me through the walls at first it was just a low murmur of voices, then the unmistakable creak of a bedframe. I turned onto my side and pressed the pillow over my ear, hoping it would stop.It didn’t.A woman’s moan cut through the quiet of the mansion loud, shameless, and completely unrestrained. My eyes snapped open anorher moan followed, higher this time, followed by the rhythmic sound of skin slapping against each other I stared at the darkness in disbelief.He had brought someone here.On the second night I was under the same roof.The girl was loud every gasp, every broken cry of his name, every filthy plea seemed to echo down the hallway and straight into my room. I squeezed my eyes shut, heat crawling up my neck not from embarrassment alone, but fr
Prescott’s POV I was lying on the couch in the living room, scrolling aimlessly through my phone, when the screen lit up with a new message.*Lena: Miss that cock…The text was followed by four photos.I opened them immediately.The first one showed her lying on her bed in nothing but a black lace thong, her full tits pushed together by her arms. The second was a closer shot of her pinching one nipple, lips parted. The third was her on all fours, ass arched high toward the camera, the thin string of the thong disappearing between her cheeks the last one was her fingers spreading her pussy open, already glistening.My cock twitched hard against my sweatpants, fuck. *Lena: Can I come over? I need it rough tonight.I smirked and typed back.*Prescott: Gate code is the same, come now and don’t wear anything under your coat.She replied within seconds.*Lena: On my way.I stood up, adjusted my already th
Aurora’s POV The door clicked shut behind Prescott, and the silence that followed felt heavier than anything I had experienced all day.I stood in the middle of the unfamiliar bedroom, still wearing the blush bridesmaid dress, and took a slow look around the room was beautiful there was no denying it. A large bed with crisp white linens sat against the wall, a soft grey armchair rested near the window, and the furniture was modern and expensive without being cold. A private bathroom was attached, and the closet was bigger than my entire bedroom back home.I hated how easily someone could get used to this kind of comfort.I changed into an old T-shirt and shorts from my suitcase, carefully hanging the dress in the closet so it wouldn’t wrinkle. couldn’t resist laying on the soft bed and slept off. I woke up to soft sunlight filtering through the wide curtains and the quiet hum of a house far too big for two
AuroraThe morning of the wedding arrived with soft golden sunlight and a sky so clear it looked almost painted. I stood in front of the mirror in the hotel room, staring at the soft blush-colored bridesmaid dress. It fit well enough after the alterations, but I still felt expose, the fabric clung to every curve I had spent years trying to minimize I forced my shoulders back anyway. I would not hunch not today.Then my mother stepped out of the dressing room, and for a moment I forgot how to breathe.Elena looked breathtaking, her ivory dress was elegant and timeless, with delicate lace that clung to her figure in all the right places before flowing gracefully to the floor. Her hair was swept up in soft waves, a few loose strands framing her face, and a simple pearl necklace rested against her collarbone. She looked radiant younger, lighter, and genuinely happy.“You look beautiful, Mom,” I said, and I meant it with my whole heart.She turned to me, and something softer than usual







