All Chapters of Step Too Far: Ruined By Him: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

MarcusFuck, I'm pissed off. I came back to live here after the accident because I needed to recover from surgery. Two surgeries and two months later, my tibia is no longer in a million pieces. And at least I can get around, even if it's in this goddamned boot that leaves me limping like an idiot. But I'm ready to get the fuck out of this place. It's been a lame couple of months, definitely not as filled with booze and girls and parties as I'd thought a few months of mandatory rest would be.But that's not what's irritating me right now. That's the background, but what's pissing me off is this deal with my stepfather. I generally don't mind him. Even though he's a cowboy boot-wearing, born-and-bred Texan, he's not a bad guy. He's not a drunk, or a wife-beater, or a gambler. The guy's biggest vices are hunting, cigar smoking, and buying insanely expensive scotch. And talking about Texas.But he tries to do right by me. This deal is a lot of money, and it's Beau's company. He's concerne

Delaney The bitch's voice breaks through my thoughts. "Fix your PR paperwork, Delaney. If you can manage to fit that into your busy schedule," she says. "Marcus, we need to talk about this weekend."This weekend? Marcus addresses Chelsea, irritation in his voice. "Chelsea, there's something I need to talk to De - ""Vegas, Marcus," Chelsea says curtly. She turns to me for a brief moment before returning her attention to Marcus. "Your stepbrother and I are on a flight out to Vegas tonight, Delaney. Marcus, we need to go through the schedule.""Chelsea, I was in the middle of a conversation with Delaney, one I plan to finish," Marcus starts."Oh, I'm sure it can wait," I interrupt. "Chelsea has a more immediate claim on your time, I think."His eyes meet mine, and I look away, ignoring him as Chelsea steers him out of the office.I set the package down on the desk, intending to leave it there, unopened, for the rest of the day. In fact, I should toss it in the trash. Leave it to Marcus

Marcus"How was your day, darlin'?" I pause in her doorway, leaning against the door frame. My day consisted of the usual...spending a few hours in the gym and then physical therapy...but preceded by a visit to Delaney's office. Screwing around with Delaney isn't on my usual list of activities, so I had something extra to look forward to this morning. I woke with a spring in my step. As much as I could have a spring in my step with this boot on my damn foot, anyway.My mood was great until Chelsea interrupted us. Chelsea and I went out once a few months ago...a business dinner and that's it. She's aggressive as hell and I got the vibe that she wanted it to be more than a business dinner. I also got the vibe that she's wound tight as a spring, the kind of chick who might go all psycho, boil a bunny or some shit. And that's exactly the kind of girl I stay the hell away from. But she's good at what she does, so I haven't had a reason to ask Beau to reassign her. Yet.The point is, I want

Delaney"Oh my God, how much did you miss real Texas queso when we were in New York?" I dip a chip into the bowl and shove the entire thing into my mouth. "I am absolutely starving.""Here are your drinks." The waitress sets our glasses and silver shakers on the table, and disappears as quickly as she arrived."Cheers to your first day at work," Daniel says, holding up his glass. I met Daniel two years ago at Columbia – I literally bumped into him while he was on his way to an audition. It turned out, he was from Dallas, and we became instantaneous friends."Even if it doesn't really count?" I take a sip of the drink, a Texas specialty that's like a margarita in a martini glass, complete with olives."Shut up," Daniel says, sipping his drink. "Who cares if your daddy is the CEO of the company? That's how the world works. At least your mother didn't have you auditioning for commercials before you could walk."Laughing, I crunch on another chip. "But the commercials from when you were a

Marcus Something is definitely wrong with me.I break down and text Delaney.Have you used it yet?It's not more than a minute before she responds.Of course not.Then, a second later, she sends another text:Obviously, I built a shrine to it in my room.I'm sure Delaney was so embarrassed by it that she has it stashed away somewhere in the room where no one would ever find it. Under her bed, maybe, or in the closet. She's private like that. She embarrasses easily. I used to love getting a rise out of her, watching her blush when I'd say anything even remotely sexual to her. Innuendo used to make her face turn pink. It's still just as fun getting under her skin.Aw, he's meant to be touched, not to be put on a pedestal.Chelsea catches my eye from where she sits at the other side of the VIP area and glares at me, then looks at the phone. It's business, I mouth, and she shakes her head. Yeah, yeah, whatever. I'm supposed to be partying, doing shots off the taut little abdomens of coll