All Chapters of Craving My Stepson: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Scott’s lips pressed gently to my forehead, his warmth lingering even after he pulled back from the kiss. He brushed a thumb across my cheek as if I were fragile like a baby, and for a fleeting moment, I melted into that tenderness. “Enjoy your first lesson,” he said, his voice smooth but purposeful. And then, before I could even beg him not to leave me with Ace, he tossed the car keys neatly to him. Ace caught them effortlessly, his grin spreading slowly and deliberately, like he had been waiting all morning for this moment. Scott’s hand lingered at the small of my back one last time before he turned and walked back inside, the heavy doors of the entrance closing behind him with a resonant thud. I exhaled sharply. Alone with the one person I’m trying to resist. With Ace. “After you,” he said smoothly, dangling the keys for effect as he unlocked the car with a soft click. His tone carried that cocky arrogance, as though the entire world bent for his amusement. I hesitated for a

The morning air smelled of jet fuel and crisp dew. The sky was pale blue, brushed with streaks of gold as the sun climbed higher. I stood at the edge of the tarmac, my hand looped through Scott’s arm, as the white jet waited for him with its engines humming softly. His driver had already unloaded his bags. Two men in black uniforms wheeled them toward the plane, their movements almost like it was practiced. Everything about Scott’s life was efficient and unstoppable. Even I sometimes I thought bitterly, though I quickly shoved that thought away. I turned to him, clutching his hand a little tighter. “Three weeks feels too long,” I said softly. Scott’s gaze softened, lines easing at the corner of his eyes. He reached out, brushing a stray strand of hair behind my ear. “It’s business, love. You know I’d rather stay here with you.” “I know,” I murmured, leaning into the warmth of his touch. His cologne lingered in the air. It was woodsy and familiar. He bent down, pressing his forehe

The ache in my belly hadn’t eased. If anything, lying in bed made me more aware of it. I curled tighter into myself, pressing the pillow against my stomach, hoping the pressure would help. My eyes fluttered open at the sound of the door clicking softly. It was Ace. He stepped inside with a small bag dangling from one hand. His expression was calm and unreadable, as usual. He set the bag down on the bedside table and pulled out a bottle of water, a blister pack of painkillers, and a bar of chocolate. “Here,” he said simply. I blinked, propping myself up slowly on my elbows. “You actually… got them.” He gave me a look, half amused, half annoyed. “What did you think, that I’d lie?” “I thought you’d get distracted,” I admitted honestly. He shook his head, tearing open the painkillers. “You’re not that easy to forget.” Heat prickled across my cheeks. I took the pill he offered, his fingers brushing mine briefly, then reached for the water. But he tilted the bottle toward me himself

I could still hear echoes of his footsteps as they still lingered in the hall long after Ace had left. I stood frozen, arms crossed tightly against my chest, my pulse hammering in my ears. I couldn’t shake his words out of my head as they felt like they replayed in my mind on a relentless loop. I wanted to be angry. I wanted to stay there, seething, and tell myself that he was nothing but arrogant, reckless, and impossible to deal with. But instead, I found my feet moving forward. Before I even realized what I was doing, I was chasing after him. “Ace!” I called out. My voice carried down the corridor, sharp at first, but softening when he turned. He had one hand on the stair railing, halfway down, when he stopped. Slowly, he pivoted, his expression unreadable. “What?” I swallowed, suddenly unsure. The confidence that had pushed me to call out to him wavered the moment he looked right back at me. Still, I forced myself forward until I stood a few steps away. “I didn’t mean…” My v

A few hours later and the first thing that reached me was the noise. It started as a faint murmur. It was distant and muffled through the thick walls of the house. I thought at first it might be the staff returning, or maybe Ace on the phone. But then, as I lifted my head from the pillow, the sound grew. There was laughter, voices overlapping, footsteps echoing on the floor. The front door opened and closed, followed by a ripple of greetings too lively to be anything but guests. My chest tightened. So, this was it. The sleepover. For a long minute, I stayed in my room, frozen with feelings of curiosity and hesitation. My heart thumped as I slipped out of bed, walking barefoot across the rug. I reached the door, cracked it open just slightly, and let the noise pour in. It was unmistakably a group. Male voices, deep and boisterous, mixed with higher, playful female tones. I heard someone teasing someone else, the kind of loud joking that only happened when people were already comfort