006: Foolish Sex

Lilian's POV.

After the sex I had with Leon in the kitchen, I ran into my room to take a bath. 

I'd been so exhausted from the act that it didn't take long for me to fall asleep the moment I slipped into bed. I didn't wake up until seven hours later and when I did, the first thing that came to mind was Leon. 

I didn't know why I liked what he did to me. I'd always been a strong hater of BDSM as pain and pleasure had nothing in common. My girlfriends had mentioned how exciting it was and I'm afraid I was starting to like it. 

Or maybe I just liked it because it was Leon doing it to me? I do recall my ex trying this on me and it didn't work. I hated being whipped, choked or anything of that sort. 

But here I was, literally biting my lips to the thought of Leon choking me again. 

Maybe I could finally get that kit my friends talked about? 

I shook my head, discarding the idea. There was no way in hell I'd get those tools for Leon to use them on me. He'd already proved that he wasn't gay, that should be the end of this right?

On the flip side, I didn't necessarily have to get it for him. I could get it to use it on myself, I mean, it would make my alone time more exciting. 

Holding that thought, I stepped out of bed, heading for my study table. I scrolled through an online shopping site, selecting a purple BDSM kit, and I was about to make payments when there was a knock on the door. 

I quickly slammed the laptop shut, glancing over my shoulders, my heart skipping a beat. 

I stepped out of the chair, heading for the door. 

“Not coming down for dinner?” Cole asked me the moment the door opened, his expression etched with concern. 

“Oh–I just woke up. I'll be down in five,” I replied, placing a hand on my chest to calm myself down. 

“You should be fast about it. You know food never lasts long around here,” Cole said, turning away from the door. 

Knowing that he was right, I decided to have dinner and finish my purchase later. 

I skidded off the stairs in twelve jogs, my heart palpating with surprise the moment I spotted Leon in the dining room. 

And he wasn't alone. 

He was with a brunette, one that I'd never seen before. She was being so touchy around Leon…almost like a girlfriend would. My insides knotted badly with different feelings, bile shooting up my throat at the same time. 

Leon would usually glare at any lady who did as much as poke him. But this lady was literally stroking his chest, and he was doing NOTHING!

Christ. 

My hands balled into fists as the heat of jealousy boiled through my veins. 

Who was she?

And why was she touching him like that?

“Lily! I'm talking to you!” Cole’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts. 

I blinked back, realizing that everyone else had their eyes on me, because I was staring so hard at Leon.

Without uttering a word, I dropped to the chair across from Leon, my nostrils flaring from how hot I was feeling. 

The aroma of pasta and fruit juice wafted in the air and though my stomach rumbled softly, I couldn't bring myself to eat. 

My eyes stayed fixed on Leon and I only looked away when I heard the brunette’s question.

*Is it just me or is she staring too much?” 

Leon cleared his throat, lifting a spoon to the brunette's lips, “Don’t worry babe. My stepsister has a thing for staring a lot. It's your first time visiting, remember?” 

Those words sounded like literal bullets, shooting through my heart. Why did I even feel jealous in the first place?

It wasn't like Leon and I were a thing? So what if he fucked me, we were still half-siblings. 

But why was it so hard to see him call another girl “babe”?

“Get a grip Lilian, you shouldn't care who he talks to or hangs out with. You should be glad a girl hangs around him,” my inner voice said and I inhaled deeply. 

Right after that, I picked up my fork, twisting it in my pasta. 

“Leon, who’s this pretty lady? I can tell from all that movement. But I wanna make sure I'm not guessing things here,” Cole asked, chewing hard on a meatball. 

I stuffed my mouth with food, my ears twitching with anticipation. 

Leon narrowed his eyes at Cole while the lady in his hand smiled sheepishly, “Nancy. My long-distance girlfriend.”

Cole gasped, and I almost choked on my food. That made so much sense.

That explained why he stayed away from girls, why he didn't give any girl attention. 

It was all because of her.

And I foolishly had sex with my stepbrother to find out if he was gay or not. 

Fuck.

I felt like shrinking into thin air. 

But one question came to mind, amidst the embarrassment bursting through my gut. 

Why did he do it?

He could have just told me he had a girlfriend whom he was loyal to. Instead, he touched me, fucked me, and even made me admit to loving what he did to me. 

No wonder he told me to pretend it didn't happen. 

“I finally got time off my hands and I thought to visit him,” Nancy said, her tone sounding so shy.

Damn.

The food I managed to swallow was now churning with anxiety, making me feel nauseous. Cole complimented Nancy, while she didn't stop talking nonstop about Leon.

Their voices faded in my ear as the sound of my pounding heart. 

My eyes darted towards Leon and I could swear I saw a glint of amusement. 

The hell?

Was my reaction to his girl so funny?

Not wanting to have him stare at me like that anymore, I shot up my chair, preparing to leave when Leon's words stopped me. 

“Sis, won't you introduce yourself to Nancy?”