All Chapters of 90 Days In My Bestfriend's Stepbrother's Bed : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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YOUR NEW HOBBY

JEREMÍAS It's barely been an hour since I arrived, and here I am, welcoming guests on my father's behalf. I don't give them the satisfaction of a smile. It's mostly handshakes and head nods. “Jeremías Cruz,” my uncle says, locking arms with his wife as he approaches me. “Been a while, Athlete.” I'm supposed to smile;force or not. But I don't. “Nice to see you again, Uncle Mark.” He smiles, stretching his hand out for a handshake. I press my palm firmly against his, forcing a calm look on my face. “How's your basketball championship coming along?” He asks. “It's in two and half months time. Still practising.” He releases my hand, tucking his into his tailored pocket. “Choosing basketball over a company is surely starting to show for you, I see.” This time, I smile faintly. I'd choose any uninteresting sport over taking over some company where I would have to sit on a chair for twenty two hours, reviewing papers. “Have a nice evening,” I say, quickly cutting the conversation

SEND YOU AWAY AGAIN

JEREMÍAS My mom thinks the same thing too. She thinks I had actually intended to hurt Ashley back then. And I hadn't told her the truth. How come I didn't tell her the truth? All these years, she believed it was the truth.“That was a long time ago, mom,” I say, my voice low. “It's forgotten.”She comes closer, presses both of her palms on my cheeks, looking at my face. “I'm sorry, Jere dear,” she says softly. “I brought it up because you weren't listening. You don't even like her, yet you're getting close to her, just because you want to mess with your brother. Look at her. ”My gaze drifts across the room, cutting through the suits and gown until it locks onto Ashley. She is now settled down on a chair, a lone figure, her eyes flickering towards me every few seconds. She is so delicate.“She remembers nothing about it,” I murmur. “Neither Caleb nor I will tell her, so there shouldn't be a reason to worry, mom. And I'm not trying to mess with Caleb. I want her and I'll make her min

TAKE IT OFF

ASHLEY “Tessa is behaving weirdly,” Caleb says. I turn my gaze to him, lifting my brows slightly. “Huh?”He glanced at me, sighing. “I said Tessa's behaving weirdly. Ever since she entered Jeremías room yesterday, she has started acting awkwardly around me.”I nod. “I wonder what she and Jere did in there yesterday,” he continues, voice tense. I barely register all the words he says.I turn my gaze back to the left side of the room, my eyes landing on Jeremías. He is leaning against a wall, gulping down a glass of wine. A hint of frustration is laced across his features.I watch him, hoping he glances at my direction, but he's too enveloped in his silent world, staring ahead while sipping his wine.“Did Jeremías perhaps tell you anything about what he did with Tessa when you guys were talking in the living room?”My gaze is still fixed right at Jeremías.Caleb's arm shoves mine lightly. “Ash? Ash! You're not even listening.”I jerk my head towards Caleb, blinking. “What?” I try to

FINGER YOURSELF

ASHLEY “Let go of me! Seriously,” I snap, yanking my arm back, but his hold only becomes tighter. He guides me towards his black Wrangler parked a few feet away. His strength only makes my struggle feel like a pathetic waste of energy.He ignores my words, still guiding me. I continue trying to pull away, but it's futile. He reaches the car and finally stops. He turns to look at me.“Don't make this hard for you,” he murmurs, his voice dangerously low.He yanks the door of the front passenger seat open, then looks at me again, his gaze unyielding.“Get in.”I stand there, chest heaving, glaring at Jeremías with every ounce of defiance left in me. “Don't make me put you in, Krisoff,” he says, his voice lethal. “You either get in, or you wait for Caleb to come get you.”The mention of Caleb hits my nerves. My face flushes again with anger. If I have to see Caleb now, the only thing stopping me from driving my heels into his neck is a gunshot to my head.I glance at Jeremías eyes. Th

START OVER

ASHLEY I sit up on the bed, looking at him, amazed. He opens his buttons and takes off his shirt in one swift motion, revealing heavy, solid abs. Then, he takes off his belt, unbottons his trouser and unzips it. He doesn't take it off.I can see his hard dick bulging out of his underwear, pleading to be free. But Jeremías is just as restricting with his dick as he is with me.“Wha-what did you say?” I stammer, eyes unfocused. “If you want me, if you want this,” he says, eyes dropping down to his dick. “You have to play your part for it. It can't just be free for you. So, finger yourself, until I'm satisfied.”I glance down at my body, swallowing hard. I have done it just twice; a year ago when I heard Caleb say he loves girls who finger themselves. But it lasted for only two minutes each time.Jeremías glances at his watch, then back at me. “You have an hour left until everyone returns, rainbow. What's it gonna be?”I exhale silently. Screw this. I want every inch of him to claim m

YOU'RE SHUDDERING

ASHLEY Jeremías rubs around my swollen peak with the cap of his dick, gently. He continues, rubbing firmly. Suddenly, he increases the pace and motion, rubbing harder and faster.I whimper as the head of his dick crosses the opening of my clit, rubbing just the surface hard. Then, he stops. I can feel heat radiating from his body as he stays closer to me.Without warning, Jeremías thrusts into my pulsing pussy with one hard shove.I gasp loudly, the air punched right out of my lungs as his thick head stretches me wide, filling every single millimeter of my aching pussy.I'm completely breathless, my little breath hitching in a sound of pleasure.He doesn't stay still. He pulls it out almost entirely, teasing the entrance, and then thrusting again harder.His hands grip my hips firmly, his fingers digging into my skin as he moves in a brutal pace. He goes faster, the sound of skin clashing against skin—the wet slapping noise of his balls hitting my ass—filling the almost silent room.

HE HATES SHARING

JEREMÍAS I descend the stairs, my sneakers silent on the polished hardwood. My steps suddenly slow as I reach the bottom of the staircase. The sound echoing off the walls in the quiet house is anything but calm. Caleb and my mom are in the living room, their faces gloomy. Caleb is pacing around the large room, a phone pressed hard against his ear. I quickly guess it's a distress call of God knows who. My mom stands a few feet away, her hands folding tightly over her heart, her face laced with dread. Caleb tosses his phone on the nearby sofa, his hands trembling. “No one's seen her, still,” he mutters. His breathing is shallow, uneven, faster than normal. He's panicking. And I know what he might be panicking about. But screw it. I'm not saying anything. I glance at my mother. I hated interfering in anything with Caleb's tag on it. I hate lurking around in his orbit. So, I don't ask anything. I stay silent. I walk towards the coffee table, pick up a bottle of water, and m

WRONG ROOM

ASHLEY I watch Jeremías disappear from the door. My heart sinks for just a fraction. I had been hoping for a flicker of smile from him or a little casual ‘hi’, but nothing. Instead, his expression had been dark and devoid of a pleasant emotion as he glanced at me for barely five seconds. He just walked out, not glancing back. Caleb finally pulls away from me, his eyes locking on mine intently. “Ashley, where have you been?” I blink. “Huh?” He takes my right hand in his, his grip gentle but firm. “I'm really sorry about last night,” he says, his voice laced with pure sincerity. “I did something bad. I shouldn't have done it and I'm sorry.” I look at him, really look at him—the messy hair, the dull eyes, his tux from last night, the relief laced across his face—and I feel a softening in my chest. “It's okay,” I whisper. It's Caleb. I had never been able to stay mad at him for long, not through all the years, and not now either. “You look disheveled.” He lets out a ragged brea

YOU SURVIVED

ASHLEY I can't lie to Caleb, but I will have to. Just this once. “He probably saw it when I was leaving the event hall,” I say, my voice casual. “He just cares.” Caleb lowers his voice, his eyes fixed on me with an intensity that makes me want to look away. “Still, stay away, Ash. If he cares, it's never a good thing for you. Don't trust him at all. Really.” I feel a flicker of frustration. He always warns me about trusting Jeremías or being close to him. But he never tells me the reason—except his usual pathetic excuses. It's exhausting obeying him without a valid reason. “Why do you hate him so much, anyways?” I ask, wanting to understand. “Except for the fact that you don't like the idea of having a stepbrother, why do you despise him?” But he doesn't answer. He stays silent longer than I expect. Then, he stands, his movements stiff and walks to the door. “The exhaustion is really kicking in,” he says, glancing at me briefly before turning to the door. “We'll talk later, As

PEOPLE LIKE ME?

JEREMÍAS I wipe sweat from my forehead with my wristband, breathing heavily. “That was a bad shot, Jere,” Andre says, jogging over to retrieve his ball that had gone past the net at the other side of the court. “You couldn't even get it into the net even when you were so close to it.” I exhale sharply, looking at the net. “Quit talking and practise more.” I snatch the ball from the air, my movements swift. I bounce the ball, driving hard towards his side of the net, successfully dribbling past Andre in a way that makes him stumble. But when I go for the net, my focus shatters. The ball hits the iron and bounces away. Andre drops down to the floor, sighing loudly. “That was awful, man. 6-0. What's wrong with you today? We have the finals coming up soon, you know. And I can't watch you play like this, especially as the captain of this team.” I don't answer. I walk to the bench, collapsing on the wood. I grab my water bottle, unscrewing the cap and taking a long, desperate swallo

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