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

JOSH I lean back in the leather seats overlooking the casino floor. Below, cards slide across poker tables, roulette wheels spin, and the constant murmur of conversation blends with the clinking of glasses. Taking a sip from my glass of whiskey. Lukas sits across me scrolling through his phone, going through some messages and information. A few moments later, Lukas finally looks up. “Victor Petrov has agreed to meet you.” “Finally.” I say with a grin. “But there’s a condition.” I already know I’m not going to like it. “He wants you to go on a date with his daughter.” “Are you fucking kidding me?” I snap. Lukas only nods. I pinch the bridge of my nose and close my eyes, not saying anything for a moment. The Petrovs are exactly the kind of alliance we need. Their influence would make things considerably easier for me, and I can't afford to let a meeting this important slip because of a fucking date. “Fine,” I say. “Tell him I agree to his condition.” Lukas n

STACYFuck.I groan as I pull the blanket over my face, hoping the darkness will make the pounding stop.It doesn't.My head feels like it's being split open.I slowly pull the blanket down and stare at the ceiling, the morning light spilling into my room.I rub my temples, trying to remember how I even ended up in my room. Slowly, bits and pieces of last night begin coming back to me.The club. The music. The drinks.Jonas.My brows pull together as I try to remember what happened after that.I remember him grabbing my wrist.I remember trying to pull away. And then I remember Josh.My stomach twists.I remember the way his arms held me, firm but careful as he carried me away from the club.Why was he even there?I don't remember seeing him before everything went wrong between me and mom.And yet, somehow, he was the one who found me.I press my lips together. Of all people, it had to be Josh.I've been avoiding him ever since that night, and he somehow always finds a way to make thi

STACY“Where's the will?” I ask, my voice coming out quieter than I expect.Elena stares at the empty file in my hands.“What?”I turn it toward her.“There’s nothing here.”Elena takes the brown file from my hands and opens it herself. She stares inside for a few seconds, her expression slowly changing as she realizes there is nothing in it. She checks again, running her fingers along the empty file as though she might have somehow missed something.“No,” she whispers, shaking her head. “That can't be right.”“I thought you said the will was inside.” I ask, unable to keep the frustration from creeping into my voice.“It was.” Her voice is firmer this time. “John gave it to me himself. He told me to keep it safe and make sure it got to you.”I stare at her, still trying to understand how something that was supposed to be here could simply disappear.“Then where is it?” I ask.Elena looks down at the empty file again, her brows drawn together.“I don't know. I'm certain I had it with m

STACYI close my bedroom door behind me and lean against it for a moment, trying to steady my thoughts. The letter in my bag feels heavier than it should, as if the weight of everything I have learned today is somehow trapped inside it.My stepbrother's face comes back to me.The way he looked at my bag.He knows something.I push away from the door and drop my bag on the bed. Before I can unzip it, there is a knock.I freeze.“Stacy?”Josh.I stare at the door for a moment before opening it.He stands in the hallway, his expression unreadable.“Can I come in?”I hesitate, then step aside.He walks in and closes the door behind him.“What?” I ask.“You tell me.”I fold my arms across my chest. “Why were you looking at my bag downstairs?”His brows pull together.“No I wasn't.”“You were.”Josh sighs and runs a hand through his hair. “I don't know what you think you saw, but you're wrong.”“Then why did you look like that when you saw me come in?”He doesn't answer immediately.That si

JOSHFlashing lights move across the crowded club, while loud music echoes around us, making the glasses on our table vibrate. We are in the VIP section, where the music is slightly quieter than on the main floor below. I sit back in the leather booth, listening to Lukas explain the latest progress while Mateo and Viktor watch him closely.“We’ve secured two alliances so far. The Serbs have agreed to the terms, and the Spanish are still on board. No changes from their side.” Lukas says.I nod, turning the glass between my fingers. “And the Petrovs?”“They've agreed to meet. They'll send me the date for the meeting since you've agreed to their terms.”My brows draw together as I think about the terms the Petrovs asked for in exchange for meeting with me.The Petrovs are exactly the kind of family we need an alliance with. Their terms aren't exactly convenient, but I agreed to date their daughter because I understand what the arrangement can buy us.Mateo leans forward. “That leaves the