Chapter 1: Stepbrother

TWO WEEKS AGO

“Come on, Hail!” I pulled my friend just as we entered Pentagon, the Torryn Hills’ one and only high-end club. Particularly, me and Hailee’s favorite place in the entire city. 

We immediately blended in the crowd. We headed to the island bar without further ado. I don’t know. I just feel like I want to get wasted tonight.

The cool ambiance was giving, the loud noise, upbeat music done by the DJ, and the smells of different liquors and smokes from cigar and vape were all mixing up into the air. It’s just so perfectly giving. Definitely something I’ve been craving for since a week by now.

“Whoa, whoa! Hey, you chill, girl.” Hailee reacted as I drank my Tequila shot one after another, straight to my throat.

“What do you think? Did my alcohol intake improve? Is it passable now?” I grinned at her. She frowned. 

“Honestly? Still sucks,” Ouch. “Well, anyways, let me guess…” she shook the ice cubes in her shot glass. “You had an argument with your mom again, that’s why you’re drinking so wildly and angry tonight. Am I right?” She looked into my eyes.

I looked away and made another gulp of my shot. 

“Yeah. It wasn’t even a simple argument like what we used to have. It’s um, a fight, more like a serious fight where I shouted and she was also raising her voice at me. We were both so angry, and emotional. I was frustrated, she was too.” I told her and gazed blankly at the dancing people in front of us while being lost in the thoughts of that fight earlier at home.

“Was it about their divorce?” I sensed empathy in her voice.

“Yup. But anyway, let’s just forget about it. For goodness’ sake, I called you to join me here to have some fun not to be depressed!” I snapped. She chuckled aloud which also made me do the same.

“Alright, alright. I’m sorry. Of course, we’re here to loosen up and to forget for awhile. Fuck fights. Fuck family. Fuck pressure. Fuck work. Fuck everything!” She exclaimed like crazy as she raised her middle finger in the air.

I was laughing really hard yet genuine. Thanks to her for making me feel this good after a very bad tiring day.

“Being a model sucks but it’s a passion so, whatever. Still, Fuck Duke. Fuck Wallace. Fuck mom. Let’s get fucking wasted tonight, yes?” I smirked and raised my glass. She chuckled as she raised hers as well.

“Hell, yeah!” And we bumped our shot glasses, it created a cute clank. 

We were giggling like some lunatics as time went by. Every minute felt so light and happy. Having Hailee’s company was so much fun and comforting. We’ve got to catch up a lot of things after not being able to see each other personally for more like a month. We were like that until we’ve both had enough.

“Here’s your tip, hunky. Oh, and here’s my calling card if you want some hot… dirty talks, you know.” I shook my head like a disappointed mother as I watched Hailee say it to the bartender who clearly has this perverted look at her face.

This is ridiculous. She’s drunk. We’re both drunk. Yes, I support her for hunting boys that she could make out with tonight but I totally disagree with this one. I mean, he’s a hunky, yes. But definitely not a catch. He just got the body, but his face screams misogyny and real-time narcissism. 

“Hail, let’s go and dance!” I kept on pulling her. She groaned.

“How about you tell me your name, hunky-“

“Hailee Stevens!” I called her full name. She was moving hyperactively and it’s making me feel real dizzy.

“Okay, fine! God!” Finally, she let me pull her towards the dancefloor. “You’re such a mom, Bev!” I ignored her tantrums.

Seconds later, we lost each other in the wild crowds. I don’t know where did she go. She’s probably making out with some random dude already for all I know. Meanwhile, I was swaying my body in a slow manner, just as how the music felt like. When I felt a pair of hands all over my body as I began dancing smoothly against the chest of a random guy dancing behind me.

“You’re smoking hot, babe.” He whispered against my ear which made me smirk. Boys and their tactics.

“Thanks.” 

“Want to do something hotter?” He then bit my earlobe. It tingled me for a moment. I bit my lip and faced him. I’ve got to see his handsome face. He has a clean cut hair and a set of eyes looking at me with pure lust. 

That’s when I remembered Duke. He was being an asshole boyfriend to me these past days and I feel like, everything’s not so right between us anymore.

So, “Why not?” As I answered that, the guy quickly attacked my lips and his hands cupped my breasts.

This guy isn’t so thirsty, is he? 

In the midst of the crowd, we were busy making out. At first, his kisses were bearable but as minutes went by, it became boring to me. He just... he didn’t reach my expectations. He was excited and too fast yet I could his hands trembling like he’s somewhat nervous.

So, I pulled out from the kiss and pushed him away.

“What the fu-“

“I’m sorry.” I said and left him there, dumfounded.

Slightly annoyed, I walked across the dancing people, my eyes wandering around the place, searching for something that could pick my interest. I was too drunk already, I won’t even deny that. But I don’t wanna go home yet.

My gaze stopped at the tall man leaning against the island counter. He was holding a glass of rum in his large hand. Wearing a formal all black suit, his hair was jet black and looking messy like he just happened to rake it through his fingers. I literally eyed the way he sipped from his shot, it was so catchy and perfect.

Fuck. He’s so handsome and so freaking hot.

No wonder why many eyes were all on him. Some of the girls even tried to seduce him but ended up being awfully rejected. A smirk formed on my lips as I started walking towards his spot. I didn’t expect he would look at me that fast. My heart skipped a beat but I continued with my steps until we were close enough. I stopped an inch away from his body. 

In a closer view, he’s taller, way hotter and gorgeous. Despite my blurry unstable vision, I’ve got to see the color of his brooding eyes and they’re so beautiful. Turquoise. 

“Hi! Alone?” I asked using my flirty voice. He needed to lower his head so that he could level my gaze. I smelled the manliness in his perfume.

“Not anymore.” He answered huskily. Oh gosh. What did he mean by that?

“Oh. Um, I see. Um-“ he cut me off already.

“Why are you here? Did your guy fail to satisfy you?” But his next words blown my mind. 

“W-Why…” what the hell? He was watching me? Watching us?

He put his glass on the countertop and faced me properly. I saw a ghost of smirk plastered on his damp lips. I couldn’t help but stare at it.

“It’s fine. If he didn’t make your panties wet, I will.” He whispered sexily and I was like, damn it. That’s just how I like it.

Without further ado, he held my nape and captured my lips. I placed my hands on his hard arms, feeling his biceps underneath those sleeves. He began stepping back, pulling me with him. He was doing it smoothly, expertly, without breaking our kiss. We remained kissing hungrily, it was so rough and needy that I completely forgot I have a boyfriend. Due to my undeniable drunkenness, all my rationalities were gone, my inhibitions were thrown away too as all I could think about at that very moment was the touch of his luscious lips and every flick of his sinful tongue.

“Let’s resume this in private, shall we?” The stranger murmured. I nodded with my sleepy eyes.

The next thing I knew, we were at the doorstep of a room. He closed the door and turned the lights on while still, making out with me. I initiated to unbutton his upper clothes, my hands were obviously trembling. He probably felt it so, he helped me remove his polo until his well-toned rocky chest was finally revealed to me. I put my palms on it and caressed it sensually. I heard his heavy breathing.

Our lips were inseparable. He pushed me to the wall and placed his knee in between my legs, spreading it wider. A sheer pleasure gushed through me as he pushed my panty aside and slid his finger inside me. He then, used his thumb to play my clit, making my toes curled in so much pleasure. 

A short moan escaped my lips when he inserted two fingers to penetrate my hole even more. It felt amazing. I was in a total ecstasy, feeling the movement of his expert fingers as they go in and out, creating a lewd sound which was only making me feel hotter. My eyes were close the entire time I was moaning while being fucked by his wonderful fingers. I started moving my hips too, with the same rhythm just so I could reach my orgasm and seconds later, I did. 

“Know how to ride?” He asked as he laid his body on the bed while staring at my nakedness intently.

“Y-Yeah.” Shit. He’s really, really something.

“Good. Now come on, baby. Ride me.” He said and I obediently obliged.

Moans and groans filled the four corners of the room. I was on top of him, doing my thing, his hands were all over my chest, molding my breasts, his tongue licking my twin peaks. I couldn’t stop moaning every time his huge manhood was hitting the perfect spot as he kept on moving his hips up, keeping it deeper to my core.

My breaths labored. I could feel it again, the pressure on my womb. I was about to reach heaven once again but he suddenly changed our position and it became him on my top. He pushed his cock back inside, and began with his deeper, even rougher thrusts. I reached for his lips and he immediately gave the full access. 

“Ah! C-Cumming.” My eyes rolled back, muscles trembled as I reached another orgasm. 

“Take mine, baby.” The stranger groaned. His thrusts became desperate. I reached one more of my release. “Damn it!” He pushed it so deep and I felt his hot loads exploded inside my womb, filling it.

He fell on my side. I closed my eyes because I felt really, really tired.

When I woke up, it’s already sunrise and I found myself alone in the room. However, I was wearing my clothes and I could not feel any discomfort from my down there so I suspected the stranger dressed and cleaned me before he left.

Thoughtful, huh.

While driving back home, I couldn’t help but think about the happenings last night. I unconsciously touched my lips as I remembered his deep rough kisses. Last night was amazing, and he’d done so good, so well but the annoying thing here is, I couldn’t seem to walk properly without my down there aching. 

Hell, he was so big. I could still remember how monstrous it was, making me question myself how did it even fit me in the first place.

I was parking my car on our garage when I remembered Hailee but decided to just call her later when I got inside my room. I just hope she got home safe.

As I entered our house, my eyes quickly darted at the man sitting on one of the dining chairs. His back was facing me but it was too familiar that my steps turned slow. Despite how drunk I was last night, I fucking know who I fucked and I confirmed it when the man turned to me and I met his mesmerizing bluish-green eyes.

“You’re just in time, Beverly. I want you to meet Atlas Cameron, your stepbrother.” Mom dropped it like a bomb and I was like,

What in the actual fuck?