All Chapters of OOPS! I SENT IT TO MY BAD BOY STEPBROTHER !: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

NORA’S POINT OF VIEW.I waited to hear the sound of the shower running before clicking on the document. My nerves spiked, the feel of a burning sensation crawled up my spine, flowing into my cheeks as I settled against the pillows, the bag of chips squelching beside me as I munched on its contents. The glow of my phone in the darkness of the room reminded me of an interrogation area.My eyes loomed over the boring stuff. The commencement, the terms, Master, and submissive, the entire thing about consent, and duty….until I landed on a part that made me feel both hot and cold at the same time.The submissive shall be required to have on a piece of GPS-encrypted jewelry of the Dominant’s choosing at all times. I let out a shaky breath, my thumb tracing the cold of the new phone Damien gifted me. He wanted to track me? At all times?A part of me rose in anger; that part of Nora, always shackled by her mother, and the son of her mother's employer……I felt like I was living in a simulation.

DAMIEN’S POINT OF VIEW.I watched her back arch, the skin of her ass a flushed, beautiful pink, where my palm had made its mark. She was a sobbing, wrecked, perfect masterpiece on her couch, and the sound of her calling me ‘master’ while begging for more was the most addictive drug. I didn’t just want to fuck her, I wanted to sink into her, and be in sync with her until there was no Nora, no Damien, just us… just this.“Stay right there,” I growled, my voice sounding like it had been dragged over gravel. I reach into my trousers, pulling out a small silver vial from the pocket. It was the nerve igniting oil from my company. Something I’ve created myself. I’d kept it in the glovebox of my car for weeks, wondering if I would ever find a woman worth the effort of using it, but now I realized Nora wasn’t just worth it. She was the reason that existed. I pumped a few drops on my palm, the scent of wintergreen and spice filling the large living room, as I smeared the oil onto the twin pea

NORA’S POINT OF VIEW.The mention of the sex tape felt like a low blow to my lower belly. I stared at him, waiting for the disbelief to hit; the questions, the gut-wrenching hurt. Five seconds passed, then ten…But I did not feel it. I stared at him, my face as emotionless as my heart. I looked straight into his reddened eyes.“The only thing I'm cutting to is the end of this conversation, Asher.” “I said, my voice as curt as one would when speaking to a business partner. “There is no crawling back. There is only you, standing in a hallway across me, holding dead flowers I never even fucking liked, pretending to give a shit about someone other than yourself.”I saw his smile drop, his grip on the bouquet of tulips tightened so hard, I swear, the stems groaned. “You think I don’t know what you’re doing, Nora?” He hissed, a grimace on his lips. “Do not play this game with me. Here you are, you’re living in a dorm with God knows who, wearing the hoodie that belongs to a man like Damien,…or

DAMIEN’S POINT OF VIEW.The SUV pulled up to the iron gates of Allister’s estate. In less than no time, Peter sped up to the front, and I hopped out before he could even stop. The second I stepped in, Margo, his housekeeper, greeted me. “Mr. Priest, welcome.” She says with a polite nod. “Let that go, Margo.” I chuckled, pulling her into a deep hug. I can feel her smile against me, her small arms wrapping around my midsection. “How are you doing?’“Hanging on by a thread. Imagine having to take care of a man like Allister. The only thing that young man cares about are his art pieces, his cats, and dogs…oh, and there’s also the birds he recently had shipped in from Madagascar!”Before I could sympathize with her, I heard the deep voice of the overgrown man baby that was my cousin.” Damien! Finally!”“I’ll pray for your sanity, Margo,” I whispered with a conspiratory wink and a smirk. She shakes her head with motherly pity at Allister before walking off, muttering;“I’ll go warm up the

DAMIEN’S POINT OF VIEW.“What?” He gasps, fanning his face as if I’d asked him to be my girlfriend, or bridesmaid.“It’s a simple question, Al. Are you gay or not?” My hands rested on my hips, while I watched him, awaiting his reply.“Of course not. I am not gay!” he practically screeched, his face red….I couldn’t tell if it was from embarrassment, excitement…or both.Maybe the glass of strawberry punch he had earlier painted his insides?“Allister, you have never been seen with a girl, not even once. The media, the press, our entire family, your friends, and mine all know who you really are. You don’t have to hide. We don’t condemn you. Besides, we all have a betting pool on you, and I don’t lose. So come out to the family, introduce your secret boyfriend you meet every night in this mansion, and we can arrange a wedding for you two….so I can get my five million dollars.”“How the hell do you even bet on that?’ He gasps.“Easy. Grandma got us all around a bonfire three years ago; ask