“Are you almost here, honey?”I rolled my tired blue eyes at my mom. Why was she calling me now?“I told you the last time you called that I was on my way. I know exactly where I’m going, Mom, it’s not like I’m going to get lost.”“But you aren’t here yet,” she said, with a hint of a whine in her voice.I held back a sigh. “Mom, I’m not teleporting there. Just give me time, okay? I’m not even that far away.”“Fine, then, but hurry up, okay? There’s still a lot left to do, and the wedding is really close.”“You should know better than to do stuff last minute, Mom.”“It’s not last minute, though! I’ve been working a lot on this, okay? All my friends are busy, too, so I’ve been doing it on my own. It’s a small event, anyway, so it’s not too big, but I could use the help.”“Give me ten more minutes, and I’ll be there,” I said.“Thank you, honey!”Mom hung up, and I put my phone away. I called it a trip, but I was really just going from the area I lived in, to Mom’s house. When I made the
Stephen was charming. More than my heart could take, even with both our parents there with us. It didn’t help that he would keep looking at me. I kept imagining the fire in his eyes, even when I looked away.He was also a little smug like he knew the effect he had on me, and he played it out well.Beneath his cool, polite exterior around Mom and Paul, and beneath that designer suit he wore, was a bad boy with tattoos and a love of hard sex.That last part, I knew because he turned my world on its axis one night when his dad took us out to eat. He’d got me to leave the table with a muttered excuse, nobody was really paying attention anyway, and I’d followed along, too curious to say no. The next thing I knew he had me backed up into a wall in a dark hallway. I had been trying my best not to look at him and failing at it, so when he undid his cuffs and rolled his sleeves back, I could only gape at the ink running down his right arm.Because I was so preoccupied, I didn’t even realize wh
What the hell had I been thinking?I hadn't been thinking, though, and wasn’t that the problem here? It was Saturday, the day after the wedding, and I’d already moved back to my apartment from Mom’s home. I didn’t have to be back to work yet, not until Monday. I didn’t have anything else to do, so I could only stay at my apartment and stew.The events from last night wouldn’t stop running through my mind. I hadn't consumed enough alcohol to get drunk, so my thoughts were pretty clear, and it was torture.I shouldn’t have been drinking last night. Not in such proximity to Stephen, knowing how he made me feel. I should have been paying attention, too, and tried better to avoid him the moment I realized I wanted him, from the first time I met him. Right then, I should have kept a polite distance between us. It wasn’t an impossible thing to do, even though we were now related. We were also still strangers. I’d only known him for a few days, and he’d turned my world upside down.It was my
After that night, I couldn’t stop myself, no matter how wrong it was. I was having an affair with my stepbrother, and I loved it and hated it at the same time. I just loved it more.Stephen moved down to Louisiana to start a new life, but he’d all but wrecked mine in the process, and it worried me how I didn’t totally mind it.I couldn’t deny it, though, the things he made me feel. That he made me feel at all, besides just the pleasure he could bring me in bed. I couldn’t deny my body’s need for him, either, and Stephen didn’t make it any easier for me to resist.On Monday, he showed up at work, and we pretended not to know each other. Work was totally professional. At least, I hoped it would be, but I would find myself distracted, especially when he was in my sight, and people were noticing.On top of that, I was fighting my own morals. When it came to men and how I picked up guys, there were only a few. Since none of the relationships were meant to last, while careful, I was pretty
A couple of weeks after the wedding, I had some more free time coming up during the weekend. Stephen suggested getting away, just the two of us.I felt like I should refuse, just on principle. It was too much like being a couple, which made it feel like we were actually in a relationship. But, if we weren’t in one already, then I was lying to myself. I couldn’t call the past two weeks a series of one-night stands.The biggest appeal for the trip, though, was that we got to go somewhere far away. Someplace where no one knew who we were. I would still know, but I would feel a little less guilty. So, I agreed to it, and we went to the coast for the weekend. Stephen had a car, so he drove us down. It was a bit of a drive, so we set out early. He booked us into a hotel by the beach, but we barely got to enjoy it. Well, we did enjoy the room at least; we spent almost every moment in bed.Waking up on Sunday in Stephen’s arms was a happy moment, and I sighed as I admitted it to myself. I di
No matter what I thought, or what I told myself I would do, in the end, I did nothing and time passed.It had been a while since I got to see Mom. She was back in the country, and she’d called plenty, we’d also had video calls, but Mom had moved to New York to live with Paul. She’d left me to do whatever I wanted with the house, but since I wasn’t sure, and it was too far from my workplace anyway, I hadn't done a thing about it.Now, it was the Christmas season, and Mom wanted me to visit.“Do we have to go?” I asked.Stephen was in my apartment to pick me up. Of course, he was going as well. Our parents wanted to spend Christmas with us, but I still felt it would be too awkward with all four of us. From what I knew of Stephen’s house unless his Dad bought a new place, it was big. But no matter the size, we would still be under one roof, and the thought made me slightly uncomfortable.“Of course we have to go,” Stephen said, stopping to look over at me. “Or would you rather give them
When I woke up later that morning, Stephen wasn’t in my room. I was both disappointed and relieved. The room had its own bathroom, and I got up to get showered and dressed. I would have thought I dreamed last night, but the evidence of us making love was all over my body.Thinking of how I was going to be seeing Mom and Paul again soon, I washed up thoroughly before leaving the bathroom. I got dressed in a pair of jeans and a sweater, then left the bedroom. Downstairs, I could hear the sound of talking, and there was the smell of something cooking. I followed the smell and found the kitchen.I stopped at the doorway and looked inside, hesitating. Mom was at the stove, cooking. Paul was standing behind her, with his arms around her and Mom tucked under his chin. They were talking quietly and laughed. The moment looked so private; it would be a crime to interrupt. I was about to turn around and go to the living room when a voice behind me startled me.“Good morning.”I startled, hearing
When we arrived back, Stephen’s car was still waiting for us at the airport. I hesitated for a bit, wondering if maybe I should take a taxi instead, but didn’t say anything.Stephen drove us back. He took me to my apartment and helped me carry my luggage up.“You don’t have to do this,” I said, a little desperate.If he would go away, I could put this off. I wasn’t going to change my mind, but I was feeling tired after the flight. I wanted to go to sleep, and on another day, I could tell him that we were over with a clearer mind.Stephen didn’t give any indication that he heard me, just picked up my suitcase and led the way into the building. I watched him go, then took out my other luggage, slammed the trunk closed, and followed him inside. He was waiting for me at the door, and I unlocked it, letting us both inside.“You can just leave it there,” I said.Again, he just walked past me and dragged my suitcase into the bedroom. This time, I didn’t follow. I set my suitcase aside, and l