All Chapters of YOURS STEPDADDY (A COLLECTION OF STEAMY STORIES): Chapter 301 - Chapter 310

Ethan's PovI came home very early because the client meeting I had that morning ended fast, and I wanted to surprise Lena with flowers. The apartment was quiet when I walked in, and Noah’s door stood open with boxes stacked neatly inside. I set the roses on the counter and saw his phone charging on the table because he always forgot it. The screen lit up with a text preview from Lena that said, *I miss you already,* and my stomach dropped hard.I grabbed the phone and unlocked it easily because he never changed the code from high school. The messages went back weeks, filled with hearts and words I had never seen her send me. I saw pictures too, her in his bed, him kissing her neck. I read every single one until my hands shook and anger burned so hot I saw red.The door opened, and Lena walked in with grocery bags, smiling until she saw my face. “Ethan,” she said softly and dropped the bags slowly. “What is wrong?”I turned the phone so she could see. “Tell me this is a joke,” I said,

Lena’s PovFew days later, my phone was buzzing nonstop on Noah’s nightstand. Messages from friends I hadn’t spoken to in months filled the screen, all asking if it was true about Ethan, Noah, and me. Someone from the design firm posted a blurry photo of Ethan’s bruised knuckles with the caption, “Karma hits hard.” By noon, the whole campus knew every detail, and people stared as I walked to class. I turned the phone off and curled up against Noah because hiding felt easier.He kissed my forehead softly. “They’ll stop in a week,” he said quietly. “Gossip always dies.”I nodded against his chest. “I hate that they talk about Ethan too,” I said, and he rubbed my back slowly.“He’ll be okay,” he said gently. “He’s strong. It might not be easy for him but he'll get over it.”The door buzzer sounded loudly, and Noah checked the peephole. “It’s Ethan,” he said lowly and looked at me worried.I sat up quickly and pulled on his hoodie. “Let him in,” I said because avoiding forever felt wrong.

Liana’s PovThe receptionist smiled quickly and pointed down the hall. “Dr Donald is ready whenever you are. Just go in.”I walked slowly, my appointment card crumpled tightly in my fist. I pushed open the heavy wooden door. The office smelled faintly of cedar and clean books, and the soft lighting made my shoulders relax a fraction. Against one wall sat a long dark leather couch, and a single chair faced it perfectly. He stood up from behind a small desk when I stepped inside, closing the folder he had been reading.“Liana Stephen,” he said calmly, extending his hand. “Brian Donald. It’s good to finally meet you.”I shook his hand quickly, grateful for his warm and steady grip while my own trembled. “Hi,” I answered quietly, sitting on the very edge of the couch as if ready to bolt.He settled into the chair across from me and opened a fresh page in a thin notebook. “Your intake form says you experienced a panic episode at work last week,” he started gently. “Walk me through that day

Liana’s PovOn the third day, I sat down hard on the couch before Brian even closed the door. My eyes were already full, and my throat felt raw before I said a single word. He took one look at me and shut the door completely, instead of leaving it cracked like he usually did.“Liana,” he said calmly and sat in his chair closer than usual. “Tell me what is happening right now. Do not hold anything back. I can see you are carrying something heavy today.”I shook my head quickly, and tears spilled down my cheeks without warning. “I hate this,” I said, my voice breaking loudly in the quiet room. “I hate feeling weak every single day. I hate crying in the bathroom at work, crying in my car on the way here, and crying the second I sit on this stupid couch. I hate that I can’t just be normal like everyone else. I hate that I feel like a little kid who can’t handle anything without falling apart.”He stayed quiet for a long second, then stood slowly and moved from his chair. He knelt right in

Liana’s PovI was in the supermarket and stood frozen between the cereal aisle and canned soup shelves when everything crashed down at once. My chest tightened so hard I dropped my basket, and milk spilled across the floor. People stared at me and I felt quite embarrassed, because they were probably wondering what was wrong with me.Someone asked if I was okay, but their voices sounded far away, muffled like underwater noise. My hands shook uncontrollably, and my knees buckled beneath me. With sweaty fingers, I managed to pull out my phone and scrolled to Brian’s number. Without thinking, I hit the call button.He answered on the first ring. “Liana,” he said, calm and clear.“I can’t breathe,” I gasped, panic rising in my voice. “I’m at the store on Maple, I can’t move. Everyone’s looking, and my chest hurts so much. I don't know what to do.”“What's going on? You can't move in what sense? Where exactly are you?” he asked quickly, though steady. “Tell me the aisle, and I’ll find you.”