All Chapters of Owning My Stepfather:A Forbidden Romance: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

ELIASAfter rushing from my meeting with Arthur, I stopped by the place he used to order food from and grabbed him his lunch. Whether he had eaten or not, I didn't know, but I was hoping this would ease his frustration. Food works on everyone.I knock on the door and let myself in before he gives me permission to. My eyes find his before I reach back to click the lock into place. The words he was saying die on his lips and for some reason that thrills me.“I’m not discussing this with you,” he says, but I don't miss how his voice falters as he tracks my movement across the room.“This conversation is over,” he barks into the receiver, his posture stiff and unyielding. “I promise you, if you bring it up again, I won't be so courteous about telling you to mind your business.”He presses end, setting the phone face-down on the desk with a sharp click.“I see you’ve finally had enough of catching up with your little friend,” he says, his voice coming off more agitated than I expected. Dam

EliasWilliam’s phone, which I’ve been carrying with me, buzzes in my pocket, making me jump.I pull it out and look at the screen,no caller ID.“Did you get it?” a woman’s voice speaks up before I even get the chance to tell her the owner isn’t around. “You can’t keep avoiding this, William. Know that we are in this together.”She hangs up before I can utter a single word.My stomach twists as I turn to look at William, who had just stirred. His eyes flutter open, taking a minute to focus before he asks, “Who was that?”I shake my head and reach for his hand. “How are you feeling?” I ask with a gentle smile.“Better.”“The doctor said we should call once you wake up.”“Don’t bother, I’m doing okay,” he says, pushing himself into a sitting position and placing both feet on the ground.“William…” I warn softly.“I promise you, I’m fine. I can go back to the office and get some work done.”“No. After this, you are going home. I will run you a bath, you will have a nice meal, and you wil

EliasI sit beside William in the backseat, my heart hammering against my ribs.It takes way more effort than I thought it would to keep my expression blank and remain calm.I keep my hand on the armrest and the other on my lap. I force my feet to remain on the floor of the car. My gaze focused outside because if i paid way too much attention to him, there's no telling what i could possibly do.“I’ll hold you. I’ll remind you that you’re okay, William... I won’t hurt you.”The weight of what I told him back in that hospital room hangs thick between us. I can still feel the heat that radiated off his skin when I stepped into his space, the thrill of watching him swallow hard and avert his gaze.Nothing could ever justify whatever this is, i think. But nothing is going to stop me either, i affirm, determined to make him mine. Yes it was wrong. Fucked up even but that doesn't mean i was going to stop. Only meant I would tread carefully.Suddenly, he curses out. “Shit!”I flinched interna

WilliamI step into the bathroom and turn on the shower, standing naked under the hot water. I needed the water to wash it away, the thoughts of him. I needed the heat to replace the one that was burning me from the inside. But no matter how hot the spray was, it failed to wash him away. My mind keeps going back to Elias time and time again.That cheeky boy.I hate him.God, I hate him so much. I hate the way he looks at me...with those heavy, unblinking eyes that pin me in place and always back me into a corner.I hate his complete and utter disregard for boundaries. The way he is always invading my space, crowding me until the air between us turns thin and suffocating. The ghost of his warm breath is still burning against my skin. The memory of his skin sliding against mine in the car leaves me flushed, sending a sharp, treacherous shiver straight down my spine.Most of all, I hate how he seems to care. His obsessive, unnerving attention to detail, not when it comes to work, because

EliasWilliam walked in, hand in hand with Mother. The picture perfect couple. How great they look together, I snort internally as I place the last plate on the table.“Dinner is served,” I chip in, forcing excitement into my voice.I lock eyes with William before he immediately averts his gaze.You little shit. I heard everything.He takes his usual seat across from me, while Mom sits at the head. I pick up my phone, desperate for anything to distract myself from the suffocating air in the room.“You know we don’t use our phones at the table, darling,” Mom says smoothly.I set the phone face down on the wood and let out a shaky breath. This is officially going to be the longest dinner of my life.“Help me with that,” William asks in a low, quiet tone, pointing toward the soup.I stare down at my plate, my hands trembling slightly as I reach for the bowl. When William’s fingers brush against mine to take it, a jolt of pure electricity shoots straight up my arm. I snap my eyes up, meet