All Chapters of YOURS STEPDADDY (A COLLECTION OF STEAMY STORIES): Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

MiaI stared at the screen– 'It’s Stacy. We need to talk.'I didn’t move. My heart pounded so loud.Owen sat up behind me, brushing his hand over my back. “What is it?”I held up my phone without speaking. He read it. Then exhaled sharply. “This is a bluff, she doesn't know anything.”I turned around, still gripping the phone. “You don’t know that.”“She doesn’t have anything. She’s pissed, maybe suspicious, but this? This is a scare tactic.”I bit my lip. “Or maybe she saw us. Maybe she knows. Maybe she had someone keeping tabs on you."“Mia relax,” he said gently, brushing my hair behind my ear. “Even if she does, what’s she going to do? Tell my dad? The board? She’s not going to be unaffected in all of this."“She’s your fiancée,” I snapped. “And we're the villains in this. She could destroy us.”His face hardened. “I’m ending it. Tomorrow.”“You keep saying that,” I said, voice shaking. “But what if you don’t? What if you get scared and back out?”“I won’t.”“You say that now, in

Mia“What happens next?” I asked again, my voice softer now, but no less serious.He looked at the ceiling. “I don’t know, Mia. I meant everything I said. But this… this isn’t easy.”I sat up. “Then make it easy. You told me you’d leave her. You told me you’d choose real, choose me. I need more than words, Owen.”“I know,” he said, sitting up beside me. “But it’s not just her. It's bigger than that. It’s the company. The merger. The board—”“Oh, come on,” I snapped. “I thought we had moved past this. You think I care about business deals right now?”“No,” he said quickly. “But they do. And if I make one wrong move, if it looks like I broke off an engagement because of an assistant I’ve been fucking—”“So now, I'm just an assistant?” I cut in, stung.“I didn’t mean it like that.”“Then what did you mean? Because from where I’m standing, Stacy’s still the one with the ring. Still the one in photos with you. Still the one the world acknowledges.”He exhaled. “You think I haven’t been try

MiaI sat on the bathroom floor, the positive pregnancy tests in my hand.My heart pounded. I couldn’t move. The clock ticked past midnight, then 2 a.m., then 4. I crawled into bed, staring at the ceiling, my mind racing.Was it from that first night in his office? Or the gala? Or last night, when I’d let anger and desire pull me back to him?He’d sworn Thursday was the end, that he’d break it off with her. But what did that mean now? A baby changed everything.I didn’t sleep. I called in sick by morning, unable to face the office or him. I curled up on my couch, wanting to text him, to scream, to cry, but I didn’t know where to start. What if he didn’t want this? What if I was alone?A knock at my door jolted me. I froze, my heart racing. Another knock, harder. I dragged myself up, peering through the peephole. Owen.I opened the door, my voice flat. “What are you doing here?”“You didn’t come to work,” he said, stepping inside without asking. “I was worried. You okay?”I shut the do

Lena"I'm not going in there."My voice trembled as I stood infront of a giant door."You don't have a choice," my step-father retorted coldly. He turned the handle, pushed the door open and shoved me into the room. He had sold me to settle his debts, a deal that had been conducted without my agreement.I stumbled into the room— dim, cold, and far too quiet. My stomach flipped. I’d never seen wealth like this. Marble floors, gold accents, thick velvet drapes. It looked like a palace, but felt like a prison.Lucian Valeri stood near the fireplace, his back to me, one hand wrapped around a glass cup.“Close the door.” His voice was calm and cruel.I didn’t move.“I said,” he turned slowly, “close the door.”I shut it, my hands shaking. He walked toward me— tall, dark hair and eyes that looked like they could freeze blood.“You’re late,” he said.“I didn’t—”“You don’t speak unless asked to.”I shut my mouth, my heart beating. He stopped in front of me, looking me over like I was a produ

I hadn’t heard a sound all day the following morning.The silence in the house was thick, creepy, and it made my skin crawl. Matteo hadn’t come back later that night and I hadn't spoken to Lucian since the first encounter, he had barely even spared a glance at me when I saw him this morning. But it was the third one, Rafe, I hadn’t seen at all.Until now.I was in the kitchen, trying to pretend I had a choice in anything as I rummaged through the shelfs, looking for what to eat, when I felt the weight of him behind me. No footsteps. No warning. Just heat and shadow. I could sense him without seeing him, his presence a force that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand.I turned slowly, fear, or something I couldn't place, creeping into me. Rafe towered over me— broad, silent, unblinking. He was the evil type of handsome, with defined features made him even more intimidating. His eyes, dark and unreadable, seemed to see right through me.My mouth went dry. “Hi.”He didn’t answer.H