Lahat ng Kabanata ng Craving My Stepson: Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 69

By the time I got upstairs, my mom was done in the kitchen. I shut the bedroom door behind me and leaned against it for a moment. Scott was in the bathroom. I could hear the sound of water pouring. I changed into something soft and simple. I brushed my hair out, tied it loosely, and forced a small smile in the mirror. “You’ll be fine,” I whispered to myself. “Just… breathe.” By the time I went back downstairs, the dining room lights were already on, and that’s when I saw them. Ace was already seated at his usual place, which was on the left-hand side of the table. He looked relaxed, his elbow propped on the table, his expression unreadable, which was typical of him. Across from him, on the right-hand side, sat my mother, the one beside Scott. The one I usually sit in. She sat there like she belonged there, her back straight, her hair styled high, wearing one of her old pearl necklaces and a fitted dress I hadn’t seen in years. Ace noticed me before she did, and the corner of his

I returned quickly to my room and the moment I walked through the door, Scott pulled me into a passionate embrace, kissing and caressing my body. I was so confused at his behavior especially since what happened few moments ago with my mum was enough to make him mad. But he wasn’t. He just couldn’t keep his hands off me. He took my hand, and we walked over to the bed where I sat at the edge of the bed while he crouched in front of me. I couldn’t let what happened in the dining room slid, so I spoke up. “Scott...” I said in a soft tone. “I’m sorry about what my mum did, and I know you’re not happy with her here and believe me, I never want to do anything to make you uncomfortable in your own house. I just—” He immediately cupped my face and pressed a kiss on my lips, cutting me short mid-sentence. I gave in and kissed him further. I shuddered as he ran his hands all over my body, looking into my eyes as he felt my breasts through my top, then down the sides of my waist, to my thighs

I stood near the breakfast table, still in my robe. My fingers loosely wrapped around a cup of tea that had long gone cold. Scott was already dressed. He stood by the window, looking out toward the gardens. He was supposed to leave for the office. I had already watched his driver pull the car around half an hour ago. But Scott hadn’t moved. When I finally found my voice, I said softly, “Aren’t you going to be late?” He turned slightly. His eyes met mine. “I’m staying home today,” he said. “Home?” I repeated, blinking. “Why?” He walked toward me. “Because I don’t think it’s wise to leave you alone with your mother.” My fingers tightened around the teacup. “Scott, I can handle her.” “I’m sure you think you can,” he said. “But she’s not exactly subtle, Sabrina. Last night should have made that clear.” I dropped my gaze. I had even seen the way my mother leaned forward as though Scott was a man she needed to charm rather than her daughter’s husband. Still, I said, “She’s just tryi

“Yes, Mum,” I said quietly, my voice trembling. Claire’s eyes swept over the room, her expression perfectly composed. “There you are,” she said, smiling, though her tone wasn’t friendly. “I’ve been looking for you.” I swallowed, trying to steady my breathing. “What for?” “I needed to ask you something,” she said sweetly. Then her eyes slid around the room, taking in the unmade bed, the glass on Ace’s desk, the small distance between me and him. Her smile faltered, replaced by a knowing tilt of her head. “But before that... what exactly were you doing in here?” I froze. Ace didn’t move either. “Mum, it’s not—” I started, but she raised an eyebrow, not at me, but at Ace. “Well?” she asked, her tone changing. “What were you two doing, Ace? Or should I say... what was the dear stepson doing alone with his father’s wife?” Ace’s jaw tightened. He met her gaze without flinching. “I don’t think that’s any of your business.” Claire’s expression didn’t change, though I saw the flicker

After that day, my mother had been more respectful of my marriage to Scott. She wouldn’t speak to him or about him, and I thought everything was finally falling into place. I thought everything was at peace. But I was wrong. She was only respecting boundaries and keeping to herself whenever I was there because one morning, I had an idea to hide cameras in rooms where Scott loved to spend most of his time whenever he was at home. Later that morning, I went to my mother and told her I wanted to surprise her with whatever she wanted as a form of apology for accusing her of throwing herself at Scott. She told me she wanted me to shop for her. Get her new clothes and accessories so she can look like part of the family. I went to Scott with this request, and he allowed me to move on with it. He gave me his card, and I left the house. But I didn’t just leave to get my mum the things she asked for. I left to give her privacy to know what she would do with it and my husband if I wasn’t the