All Chapters of One Night Stand With My Stepson : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

LucasThe morning light was an insult to my eyes. I can't even fucking wake up without something trying to piss me off. The space beside me was empty. I remember vaguely that I had brought Nina home. Nina was my exclusive mistress of some sort. I sat up, swinging my legs over the side of the bed, and reached for a glass of water on the nightstand. Somehow the way my father had looked at me like I was nothing crawled back into my head. He probably expected me to respect her. The woman who was going to take what should have been mine. What my mother had bled for.My mother, Elena, who had scrubbed floors on her hands and knees while pregnant with me. She had taken slaps and the scorn of every legitimate member of this house. And she had done it all for a scrap of Vittorio’s attention. A room of her own. A promise that I, his bastard, would be acknowledged.She had died the year he finally gave her that room. Cancer, they said. But I knew better. She died of trying too hard for a man

CamillaThe hours after Lucas left like the longest hours ever. I couldn't sit still. I couldn't eat. I couldn't even look at the shopping bags piled by my door without feeling sick. Dylan's face kept appearing in my mind. That smile. The way he said two million like he was ordering coffee.I paced my room from the window to the door and back again. Twenty three steps one way. Twenty three steps back. My legs ached but I couldn't stop. Every time I tried to sit on the bed, my body jerked back up like the mattress was on fire.What was Lucas going to do? Was he going to pay Dylan? Kill him? Reason with him? The last option made me laugh out loud. That was impossible Dylan couldn't be reasoned with. I knew that better than anyone.I checked my phone for the hundredth time but there was nothing on it. Then my phone buzzed.I grabbed it so fast it almost slipped from my fingers. Your crazy boyfriend wants to kill me.I read it three times. Dylan.Lucas was going to kill Dylan.I should

Lucas The warehouse felt free now that the screaming had stopped. I stood over Dylan's body and watched the blood pool wider. His eyes were still open, staring at nothing. I had seen that look before. But never on a man who died because my father's wife lost her mind and elbowed her way into a bullet. "Lucas." Ivan stepped up beside me. I looked at Dylan's face, "You know what to do, Ivan. I would leave you to it." Marco, my driver,was waiting by the car and I told him to take me home. The moment he pulled into the driveway, I got out and went upstairs. I was too tired for this. Part of me wanted to see Camilla to know if she had been acting, I knew it had not been acting but I don't trust people. I have watched people act their emotions too many times. I walked through the front door and found one of the maids in the hallway. The one Nina had slapped this morning. I sighed, I can't believe that was just this morning. She was carrying a towel and she looked tired. "Wh

Camilla I found Lucas in the study.He was standing at the window with a glass of something amber in his hand, looking out at the garden. The lamp on the desk was on. Papers were spread across the surface. He hadn't heard me come in, or if he had, he didn't show it.I knocked on the open door anyway.Lucas turned. His eyes moved over me once, quickly, the way someone checks for weapons."I need to know who will be there," I said.He stared at me. "What?""The gathering. I need to know the families. The names. Who matters and who doesn't. Who to talk to and who to avoid." I crossed my arms. "I need to know everything."Lucas set his glass down on the windowsill. Slowly. Like he was buying time to figure out if I was serious."What changed your mind?" he asked.I looked at him the way I would look at someone who had just suggested something deeply, personally offensive. Like he had asked me something that had no business being asked."Are you going to teach me or not?"A long pause."S

Lucas Isabella's smile was an obvious mask. She had perfected over the years. Camilla could do with a bit of lesson from her. "What the fuck are you doing here?" "What's wrong? You look like you just encountered something distasteful." "I wonder what." I replied sarcastically. She laughed. It was nice like when we were younger, before we realized the world we were thrust in, but now I was sure the laugh was as fake as her mask. She looped her arm through mine. And I removed it, I didn't care for her theatrics. "Your father invited me." She smiled up at me like my hostility was amusing. "He even told me I could stay with you. So we could make up for lost time." My jaw tightened. Of course he did. "We're not making up for anything." "We'll see." She pulled me toward Camilla who was standing a few feet from us, looking politely bored as she spoke with an elderly couple. Isabella's gaze swept over Camilla with the slow deliberation of a shark who had just caught the faintest t