All Chapters of Stepbrother Wants Me: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

MasonI watched as Lily danced to the music.She looked carefree, and beautiful.I didn't like how the boys were staring at her.And I especially didn't like that I couldn't tell them off without rousing suspicion.I had to act like I was okay with this shit when I wasn't.I got a sudden phone call I got a sudden phone call from Coach, his name flashing across the screen. Great. Perfect timing.I stepped a few paces away from the circle of logs and the loud music to answer it. Coach talked for barely a minute, some update about practice changes, but my eyes kept drifting back to Lily.She was dancing near the bonfire with two other girls, the firelight painting her skin in warm gold. She looked… free. For the first time in days, she wasn’t tense, or worried, or swallowed by all the crap with Trevor. She just looked like Lily. My Lily.But the second I noticed Carlos drifting closer to her, way too close, my grip on my phone tightened.Coach hung up. I didn’t even say goodbye.Carlos

Lily The drive home was quiet. Not tense, just thick. Heavy with all the words neither of us said because speaking them out loud made everything too real. Mason’s hand was warm in mine, his thumb brushing slow strokes over my skin like he was calming himself more than me. He kept his eyes on the road, jaw tight, shoulders rigid. I knew that version of him. The version who blamed himself for things he couldn’t control. I wanted to say something, anything, but the truth was, he was right. And that scared me more than anything Carlos could’ve done. When Mason pulled into the driveway, he didn’t move. Didn’t unbuckle. Didn’t breathe. He just stared straight ahead, fingers still tangled with mine like letting go would undo us entirely. “Mason,” I whispered. He blinked, slowly, as if waking from some internal battle. “I shouldn’t have snapped. I know that.” “You were protecting me.” He let out a sharp breath, like the word protecting cut him. “No,” he said. “I was reacting. Th

LilyI stared at my reflection in the mirror, a smile on my face.I looked great, I wasn't going to lieBlue dress, pearl earrings and pearl Necklace courtesy of MasonHe'd insisted o wore it for reasons I still didn't understand I didn't want to argue too much so I obliged himI didn't think it would look good, but here I was looking gorgeous and classyI put on my lip gloss, and then pampered my face with make up before smiling at my face once again.My phone on the dresser beeped. It was Mason asking if he could come in yet.You'd think we were getting married and he was trying to stay away from his bride.Or at least that's what I thought.“Can I come in yet?” Mason’s message blinked across my screen.I rolled my eyes, smiling despite myself. You’d think we were getting married tonight, the way he insisted on not seeing me until I was “fully ready,” like I was some fragile masterpiece still drying under glass. I typed back, Yes, you big baby, and barely got the chance to put my p

Lily:The uncomfortable silence between myself and Mason stretched on as we got home, heavy enough to be felt. My mind kept replaying what we had as I followed him into the apartment, and from the stoic look on his face, he wasn't faring any better. He shut the door behind us but I kept on walking, wanting to put as much space between us as possible, heading straight for my room. The familiar scent of jasmine and lavender greeted me as I closed the door tightly and even then, it did nothing to settle my racing heart. The image of Mason leaning over me, the heat of his breath, the way he had whispered my name, everything kept going on in my mind like a loop I couldn’t stop. I pressed my hands to my face in frustration. I didn't know who I was more disgusted with. Mason… or myself. A quiet knock on the door broke through my thoughts. “Lily.” His tone was soft, almost hesitant even.I didn't respond, holding my breath as best as I could. He knocked again, more insistent this time.

LILY:“There,” Mason murmured suddenly as we both leaned forward, our eyes fixed on the monitor screen. I looked closely and saw what he was pointing at. It was indeed my parents, both of them exiting the hotel with their heads bowed. That's why I hadn't noticed them at first. I still found the very idea novel, almost hard to believe. That my real parents were in an affair. The novelty of it was lost on me though. We skip to the next video and them walking side by side down the hallway, laughing about something. My mom brushed her hand against his arm. He leaned closer like he was whispering in her ear. Everyone who saw them together would doubt they were involved. And oddly, they looked… happy. Even more than when they were still married to each other.The guard clicked to the next angle, and I suddenly like I was intruding on their privacy. On the screen, my mother gently pushed my dad against the door of a suite, their mouths coming together in a kiss. I felt bile rise up in my