All Chapters of IN LOVE WITH MY STEPSON: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

SASHA I had just walked into the kitchen to prepare breakfast for everyone when the horrible smell of unwashed dishes slapped me in the face. My nostrils folded in disgust. I stood there for a second, staring at the sink piled with greasy plates, cups with dried tea at the bottom, and pots that hadn't been touched since dinner. The sight alone irritated me. How could Emily live like this? We were two grown women in the house, yet I always ended up cleaning after her like some maid. But I reminded myself again-she was still the new bride. A month wasn't too long. It would be wrong to start drama over dishes. I let out a tired sigh, tied my hair into a bun, and began scrubbing the plates. Halfway through the second batch, I heard soft footsteps heading my way. The sound echoed down the hallway. In a twinkle of an eye, I turned to see who it was. "You're up so early," Emily said, standing at the entrance with her hands resting on her hips. Her tone was calm, almost sweet. But he

EMILY My phone kept ringing, and each time it did, my heart skipped a beat. How could Donald visit my matrimonial home? What did he want now? I watched from the bedroom window, frozen, while he dialed my number over and over again downstairs. The sight of him there made my head tumble. The 21st call came through. When I picked up, his voice was low, hoarse, but painfully clear. "You don't want to see me, right?" He paused before adding, "I hope you don't blame me for any action I take." Then he hung up. Outside, Mr. Julius was lounging in the pool at the back of the house, soaking in his usual calm like he owned the world. And here was Donald-loud, chaotic, a walking storm threatening to ruin everything. I knew him too well. He could do something stupid. I couldn't risk that. I exhaled deeply and changed into a big shirt and palazzo trousers. Nothing skimpy. Nothing that would give that idiot the chance to talk about my cleavage or hips. A black cap pulled over my head complet

SASHA The room smelled like Williams. Warm. Clean. Masculine. That scent always pulled me in, made me forget everything I was supposed to fight. And tonight? I didn't want to fight anymore. The door had barely closed behind us when he pushed me against it, his hands gripping my waist, lips crashing into mine like he had waited years to taste me again. His kiss was wild, yet careful. Like he didn't know whether to devour me or worship me. I moaned softly against his mouth as his hands moved up, cupping my breasts through the fabric of my shirt. "I missed you," he whispered, dragging his tongue along my jawline. My skin crawled under his touch. "Then prove it," I said, breathless. Our clothes disappeared in a blink. I didn't know who pulled off what. I just knew that within seconds, I was naked on his bed, my legs parted, with my core already wet and aching for him.Williams stared at me-really stared. "God, you're so fucking beautiful." He dropped to his knees and pulled me to t

SASHA I had just returned from getting more sanitary towels from the store down the street that morning when I walked into the room and saw the brown envelope lying openly on our bed. At first, I didn't think much of it. I assumed it was one of Daddy's endless business documents or the usual envelope letters from the bank he liked to leave lying around. But something in my chest told me to go closer-something really strange. I picked up the envelope slowly, the name of the hotel printed on the top corner of the receipt made my heart freeze.'D'Luna's hotel.' My fingers trembled slightly as I pulled out the receipt tucked inside. It was billed to a particular room and same day - same day he had told me he had a meeting with his realtor. My breath caught and my fingers started shaking harder as I looked closer at the time stamp and name on the receipts-"Julius .U. Edwards, Room number 707."But the realtor lived ten minutes away from our home. Why would he need a hotel? Why that mu

EMILYI told Williams I had a spa appointment after work. He didn't ask too many questions-just nodded and told me not to keep late nights. The usual thing he did, just ask to keep a clear conscience, not like he was bothered or cared about where I was heading to. The marriage was a loveless one so there was no need pushing things further, I had come to accept the fact that we weren't meant to love each other even though we were bound by marriage. But there was someone I couldn't stop thinking about, even when I knew I had no business letting him live rent-free in my mind, someone I wanted to be with - Mr. Julius.Something was off about him, I could feel it in my bones. Who would make advances at a person for just a day and sit back without making efforts to win her heart? Or... Was he drunk when he walked up to me in that bathroom that night, telling me how beautiful I was?No!Mr. Julius was going to finish what he had started. I wouldn't have him raise my hopes and toy with my em