บททั้งหมดของ Owning My Stepfather:A Forbidden Romance: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

WilliamI was at Arthur’s apartment. He was pouring a drink, completely unbothered by the fact that I was actively spiraling into a panic attack.“So you can come to my place,” he said as he finished pouring. I didn't say anything. He poured a second glass, came around the kitchen island, and offered it to me.“I can’t drink. I need to go back to the office. I still have work.”He raised an eyebrow, stretching his hand out even further. I let out a heavy sigh and took the glass.“Is this how you always receive your guests?” I asked, my eyes scanning from his white shirt down to his legs, where he was wearing nothing but a pair of briefs.“I wasn’t expecting company,” he said with a chuckle, leading the way over to the seating area.I waited for him to get comfortable before sitting on the exact opposite end of the sofa. He laughed at my defensiveness but made no attempt to move any closer.“What did Barret do?” I demanded.“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Can’t you even ask how I’m doing? That’s very

Elias“If you don't want to tell me, just say so,” I snapped, crossing my arms and glaring at the counter. “No need to exchange secret looks like that. Geez.”"Elias," William called sternly. "Drop the attitude.""I'm not having an attitude," I muttered, though I didn't look at him. "I'm just pointing out that I cleared your entire afternoon, handled your work, and drove across the city, only to find you having a cozy little nap while your ex treats me like a stray dog."Arthur let out a soft chuckle from the stove, setting down his spoon. "I treat stray dogs much better than I treat you, Elias. And also, you get paid to do that. Except the last part, you should have saved on the gas""Arthur, stop poking him," William sighed, resting his forehead in his hand. He turned his head slightly to look at me. "Barret went to Arthur's eastern office as you already know. He was asking questions about my personal life. He's looking for proof that... that my marriage to your mother isn't what it

"Elias.""I'm Julian," he said, offering a welcoming smile. "It's nice to meet you."I turn to Leon, who offers him a tight-lipped smile.“Elias. It's great to see you. I didn't think you'd show up.”“I'm the one who reached out first. Why wouldn't I show up? Also, I'm desperate.” My mind wanders back to William. “Very desperate.”He offers a warm smile. “You are interested in the theory part of it.”“Yes. I know my way around the…” I think of ways to describe my expertise with ropes, paddles, and other tools. “...practical side.”He chuckles. “Good.”He then gestured toward a pair of leather armchairs set near a towering mahogany bookcase."Come sit, Elias," Julian said.I let out a heavy breath and move to where he had ushered.Julian settled opposite me, resting his forearms on his knees, studying my face."You mentioned the practical side is your comfort zone. I'm not surprised. The physical side of submission is easy. Like stepping aside and letting someone pass or holding your t

EliasThe morning went by quickly. William attended meeting after meeting, and during the other moments, he remained locked in his office with an order to not be disturbed.I rushed out the second my break hour arrived and dashed toward the cafe across the street.Arthur was already seated and had ordered his coffee.“Thank you for agreeing to this,” I say, sliding into my seat.“Of course,” he replies with a smile. “Aside from doing this for William, I find you very…” he eyes me up and down, “…fascinating.”“Um, thanks, I guess.”He lets out a low chuckle. “So, what do you want to know?”“Everything,” I reply quickly.“I’ll need you to be a bit more specific than that.”“You know why I reached out. I already explained everything over text,” I mutter, suddenly feeling embarrassed.He leans back, a smirk on his lips. “Why don't you refresh my memory a bit? I’m an old man, after all.” His smirk grows wider.I let out a heavy sigh, exhausted by a conversation that hadn't even begun.He c

William“That sounds like the kind of pep talk you give to a teenager. I am not a goddamn teenager, and-”A knock at the door breaks my sentence. Before I can answer, the knob turns. Elias steps into the office, his eyes finding mine before he reaches back and quietly clicks the lock into place. Every remaining word dies on the tip of my tongue.“William?” Arthur’s voice comes through the speaker, muffled. He assumes I’ve just chosen to stop talking.“I’m not discussing this with you,” I say, my voice flatter than I intend as I track Elias’s movement across the room.“We just were. Please, continue...”“This conversation is over. I promise you, if you bring it up again, I won't be so courteous about telling you to mind your business.” I press end and set the phone face-down on the desk.“I see you’ve finally had enough of catching up with your little friend,” I say my voice coming off more agitated than i expected.Elias comes around the desk and sets what he was carrying before me th