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Chapter 5

Abigail’s POV

Secrets Underneath

It seems like our both parents doesn’t really understand what we are saying and how everything is going. They are all lost, but it is just the both of us who understood what we are saying, but when I said that, at least I’m not fucking my teachers for grades my mom gets pissed off and yeah that’s how she’s always.

She’s always looking for the slightest way to make my life unbearable for me. She already told me I made it known to me that nobody is coming to save me in this new house that I have to just stay out of trouble in school because she won’t come to school too vindicate for me or see anything for signing me so yeah, I already got that we finished eating and I went and took my bath in the bathroom.

M room was very beautiful furnished with decorations because my favorite color is pink so they made some decorations and shiny bright lights, flooring, sands, many colors and all of that I was really really feeling like a princess right now so first off when I was in the bathroom, I heard some noise in the room I immediately open the door wearing my small nightgown and I was so shocked because what the hell is Alex doing in my bathroom!?

he was just sitting there facing backwards in my chair which was designed for study. I got so angry.

“what the hell are you doing in my bathroom? How did you get in here? Do you even know that this is a girls room you’re not allowed to come in if you’ve knocked what if I was naked”, I shouted at him.

He slowly turned back, his shoulders stiff as if he’d been waiting for me to ask that exact question. His eyes carried that familiar mocking spark that always made me want to slap it right off his face.

The way his lips curved into a sly smirk told me that whatever explanation was coming, it wasn’t going to make me feel any better.

“Points of correction, stepsister,” he said in a calm, deliberate tone, leaning back against my chair like a king sitting on his throne. “You don’t own a property here. You don’t have a personal room here. This entire house belongs to my father, and in case you haven’t noticed—I get into any room I want. Anytime I want.”

He tilted his head slightly, his eyes dragging slowly over me in a way that made my skin crawl. My fists clenched at my sides.

“Okay, I get into any room I want to,” he repeated smugly. “And if you’re looking carefully, I’m your boss here.” He gave a half-chuckle before holding up my notebook like it was some silly diary he had just exposed. “Yo, I was going through your book. Do you really have to write notes on every single page of your book? Damn, Abigail, do you breathe between scribbles?”

His mocking tone stabbed at my pride. Heat flared in my cheeks as I stormed forward, snatching the notebook from his hand with so much force that the pages rattled. I pressed it against my chest, glaring at him as anger poured from my words.

“What the hell are you doing in my room?” I shouted, my voice shaking. “That’s what I asked you! I don’t care whatever you say, because this room was given to me by your father, and he said this is my room.”

When I said that, his eyes hardened. He straightened slowly, stepping closer until the air between us seemed to thin out.

“So are you trying to tell me or pretend as if you did not recall what I previously said?” he said, his jaw tightening. “Or maybe something happened to your memory.” His stare drilled into me, cold and heavy, making my knees tremble though I tried not to show it.

“I said none of this is yours,” I snapped back, gripping my notebook tighter like a shield.

His smirk returned, this time sharper, crueler. “Before I forget, the reason why I’m here is because of one thing, not even about your stupid room.” His voice dropped, laced with a warning. “I am here to warn you one more time, bunny, and you need to keep your mouth shut. Keep quiet about the thing between me and the professor. If you expose the bullshit to our parents or in the school, I won’t take it lightly with you. Keep quiet, and I will help you out in school. Or else…..”

He turned like he was ready to walk out, but my anger boiled over. My chest rose and fell quickly as I dropped my notebook on the bed and stepped forward, my voice trembling but loud enough to stop him.

“Or else what?” I spat.

He froze, then turned back slowly, his eyes narrowing with dangerous amusement. The smirk played on his lips again, that arrogant smile that made my blood burn.

“Or else what, Alex?” I repeated, my voice steadier now, fueled by rage.

“Oh please,” I continued before he could speak, my words dripping with sarcasm. “Rich kids like you….what are you gonna do to me, huh? Slap me on my face with your hundred-dollar bills? Tell me your father is a senator and the most powerful man in this city? I don’t care about that!”

My words came out sharp, biting, but my chest thumped hard with each syllable.

Alex’s eyes darkened. His jaw flexed, and then suddenly, before I could even blink—he closed the space between us.

His hand grabbed my waist, strong and possessive, and in one swift motion he lifted me off my feet and dropped me onto the bed.

I gasped, my body bouncing against the soft mattress, my nightgown rising dangerously high up my thighs. My breath caught in my throat as he lay on top of me and between my legs, his hand was pressing into the bed beside my head, his eyes and body was so close enough that I could feel the heat radiating from him and his heart beat.

I clenched my eyes shut, bracing myself for something I didn’t want to name. My gown was thin, too thin, and it was clinging to my damp skin, revealing more than it covered, I tried to bring it down but he pinned my hand to the bed. What is he doing!?

My breasts shifted beneath the fabric, and from the corner of my eye I saw his gaze staring directly at it, even if it was just for a moment.

Worse of all, I felt him. His dick was already hard and pressed against my panties he kept on rolling his waist slowly so I could feel it on my clit, and I was actually enjoying it closing my eyes making my entire body flush in shame.

“Don’t shake yet, I still haven’t done anything yet.” He said and I felt embarrassed my heart skipped a beat….he noticed!

I opened my mouth to scream, to push him away, but then…

He pulled something out.

I froze, my breath hitching as I saw what it was. My eyes widened in horror, and my stomach twisted into knots.

It was my vibrator.

He waved it around casually, smirking down at me like a cat that had just caught a mouse.

“Really?” His voice was mocking, dripping with cruel delight. “You’re still hiding your secret vibrator? You think I wouldn’t see it in your room?” He shook his head slowly, his eyes burning into mine. “Now it seems like my stepsister is not really innocent at all.”

Tears stung my eyes, my face burning red with shame. “Give it back, Alex!” I shouted, my voice breaking. I reached up, desperate to snatch it from his hand.

But he only tilted it higher, grinning wickedly.

“We are both hiding and we are both having secrets,” he said slowly, savoring every word. “No one is innocent here. We are even.”

His eyes glimmered with amusement as he lowered the vibrator just close enough to taunt me, the corners of his mouth lifting cruelly.

“What are you, twelve?” he sneered, shaking his head. “You can’t even go find a man to do the job? All you do is hide a vibrator underneath your pillow for satisfaction?” His words were poison, mocking every inch of me.

“Give it back, Alex! Stop it!” I screamed again, my hands trembling as I reached for it.

He chuckled, shaking his head slowly.

“No, no…” he whispered, his voice dropping to a dangerous softness. His eyes gleamed, trapping me in place. “So this is your little secret too.”

My heart slammed painfully in my chest, my breath stuck in my throat.

“Oh no.”