Pucking My Ex Girlfriend’s Stepbrother

CHAPTER 1

Rhys's POV

"Are you out of your damn mind?"

The text message lit up my phone screen. It was from Enzo. I dropped my pen and grabbed the phone. I felt absolutely sick and stressed.

"What do you mean?" I texted back, thinking he probably saw a mistake in the project I'd sent him.

"Check your email, Rhys," Enzo replied instantly. "You just sent me something very interesting."

I opened my email app. I looked at the file I had just sent him. I gasped out loud.

"I sent the wrong attachment," I typed back frantically. "Please delete the email right now. Do not open the P*F file."

"Too late," Enzo replied.

"Enzo, I am completely serious. Delete it right now. Do not read it. That file is totally private."

"How can a straight guy write such dirty scenes between two men?" Enzo texted back. "I am actually impressed. Who knew the quiet school boy had such a filthy imagination? Chapter four is very descriptive."

"Stop reading it," I typed rapidly. "It is for my editor. Just forget you saw anything."

"Oh, I am not forgetting this anytime soon, Rhys. This is pure gold."

"Are you going to tell Chloe?" I asked, suddenly terrified.

"Maybe. Maybe not," Enzo teased. "Depends on my mood."

"I will bring the printed project report to your house tonight," I typed, trying to shift the conversation back to our university work. "We can finalize the assignment then. Please just keep this between us."

"Looking forward to it," Enzo replied.

I tossed my phone onto my bed. I had spent the whole afternoon running between my writing work and the university project. Enzo was my senior, my group partner, and the famous university hockey captain. He was also my girlfriend Chloe's stepbrother. Sending him my gay erotica comic was a big mistake— I honestly thought I sent it to my editor. I needed to fix this mess immediately.

***

"I need a strawberry cake," I told the bakery attendant two hours later. "The large one with the white frosting."

"Writing a special apology for someone?" the attendant asked. She slid the white box across the glass counter.

"Something like that," I replied. "It is for my girlfriend. We had a small disagreement yesterday."

"Well, strawberry cake fixes everything," the attendant smiled. "Do you want me to write a custom message on top of it?"

"No, leaving it plain is fine," I said. "Thank you for asking."

"She will definitely love it," the attendant smiled again. "Have a good evening."

"You too," I said.

I paid for the cake and walked out into the cool evening air. My plan was very simple. I would hand over the university project report to Enzo, apologize to him in person for the stupid email, and then surprise Chloe with her favorite cake. We could spend the rest of the night together. It seemed like the easiest way to solve two problems at once.

I reached their shared apartment twenty minutes later. I walked up the porch steps. I balanced the cake box on one hand. I reached for the door handle. The front door was already slightly open.

"Chloe?" I called out as I pushed the door wider.

Nobody answered. The hallway was completely dark.

"Enzo? Are you guys home?" I asked the empty space. "I brought the university project files."

I stepped inside and pushed the door shut behind me with my heel. The house was very quiet. I walked past the kitchen. Then I heard a strange sound coming from the living room. It sounded like heavy, wet breathing and muffled groans. I stopped walking. I frowned and walked closer to the living room entrance. The sounds grew louder.

"Are you guys watching a funny movie in there?" I asked aloud. "Because the volume is extremely high."

I pushed the living room door open. I froze completely. The white bakery box slipped from my fingers and crashed onto the hardwood floor. The strawberry cake spilled out onto the rug.

"What the hell is going on here?" I asked. My voice cracked in shock.

Chloe was on the large sofa. Enzo was right there with her. They were both completely naked and tangled together.

They turned their heads toward me. The silence in the room became incredibly heavy.

"Rhys," Chloe said. She did not try to grab a blanket. She did not even look ashamed of what she was doing. She just stared at me with pure annoyance on her face.

"You are sleeping with your stepbrother?" I asked, taking a step backward. "Are you two insane?"

"We're not exactly related," Enzo pointed out lazily. He stayed exactly where he was on the sofa.

"Shut your mouth," I snapped at him. "Chloe, how could you do this to me? I bought you a cake. I came here to apologize for being busy."

"Oh, please stop acting so dramatic," Chloe sighed. She crossed her bare arms over her chest. "You have been busy with your stupid comics and your boring school projects for months. I needed a real man to pay attention to me."

"A real man?" I repeated. My chest hurt with intense anger. "I treat you with nothing but respect."

"Yes, a real man," Chloe sneered at me. "Respect does not satisfy me in bed. You are too weak in bed, Rhys. You are incredibly boring and you never want to try anything new. Look at Enzo. He actually has the confidence to take what he wants. He knows exactly how to satisfy me."

"You are disgusting," I told her. "Both of you are completely disgusting. You are siblings. That is totally sick."

"At least Enzo knows how to get what he wants," Chloe replied sharply. "You, standing here judging us, but you are the one sending him dirty gay erotica. Maybe you are the sick one."

"That was an honest mistake," I said quickly. My face grew hot. "I sent the wrong file."

"Sure it was," Enzo chuckled. He finally stood up from the sofa.

"Do not talk to me," I told him. "You knew she was my girlfriend. You knew how much I love her, still you fucked her."

"She came to me," Enzo said calmly. "I just gave her what she asked for. You were not doing your job as a boyfriend."

"You truly are a terrible person," I said. "And you, Chloe, you are the worst mistake I ever made. I regret ever meeting you."

"Oh, grow up, Rhys," Chloe rolled her eyes. "Stop crying like a little boy. You should be thanking me. Now you can go write your little gay stories in peace without pretending to like women."

"We are done," I said, turning my back to her. "Do not ever try to contact me again. Do not text me. Do not call me."

"Rhys, do not walk out like a coward," she yelled after me. "Face reality. You'll still come back crawling to me."

"I promise you, I won't," I replied without looking back.

I turned toward the front door. I just wanted to leave this terrible house and never see either of them again. I took two steps forward before someone grabbed my shoulder.

"Hold on," Enzo said.

He stepped directly into my path, blocking the main exit to the hallway. He did not bother to put on any clothes. He stood right in front of me, completely naked. I was extremely angry, but my eyes moved downward without my permission. I wrote male romance for fun, but I never actually believed another guy could be that huge. He was massive. My throat went completely dry. I stared at his lower region for a full three seconds before I forced my eyes back up to his face.

Enzo was watching me closely. He saw exactly where I had been looking. A slow, knowing smile spread across his face.

"Move out of my way," I demanded. My voice sounded weak.

Enzo stepped even closer, backing me up against the wall. He was so close I could feel his body heat. He leaned down until his mouth was hovering right beside my ear.

"She's such a whore isn't she?" Enzo whispered into my ear.

I stayed completely still.

‘She's not worth your time. Try me instead.’ he smirked mockingly.