All Chapters of Craving For My Stepfather : Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

Grant's POV The city lights blurred past as I drove. I didn't know where I was going to, I just knew I couldn't be in that house. Not with Finn's taste still lingering on my body or the ghost of his mouth still burning against my skin. My hands were shaking on the steering wheel as I gripped it tighter forcing myself to breathe in and out. Everything about my life had been mechanical for years. I wake up, go to work, then come home and pretend. I had built an empire on control, discipline and on never letting anyone see what I truly was. And in thirty seconds, or less, Finn had torn it all down. I ended up at my office tower. It was the only place I could think of going. The glass monolith loomed against the night sky, cold and indifferent. I parked in my private garage, took the elevator up, and walked into my office. The lights turned on automatically and everything was exactly the way i left it. Orderly and safe. I collapsed into my leather chair and stared at the ceiling. Finn

Grant's POVThe first week was torture.Naomi threw herself into the role of a devoted wife with the kind of energy she usually reserved for red carpets. She cooked breakfast, burnt eggs and undercooked bacon that I ate without complaint. She rearranged the living room furniture, talked about date nights and weekend getaways and all the things we had never done in four years of marriage. I played along and smiled when I was supposed to and nodded when I was supposed to nod. I kissed her cheek and held her hand and pretended I wasn't counting the minutes until I could escape to my study. But I couldn't escape Finn.He was everywhere. In the hallway, brushing past me with a whispered "Mr. Grant" that made my blood run hot. At the dinner table, across from me, his green eyes catching mine over Naomi's chatter. In the garden, shirtless, tanning in the afternoon sun like he knew I was watching him from the window.I was watching. I couldn't stop watching. He had done something to me, that

Finn's POVI woke to an empty bed and a hollow ache in my chest.The sheets beside me were cold, Mr Grant had been gone for hours. I reached out, my fingers brushing the empty space where he'd been and i felt the loss like a physical wound.Then I saw it.A piece of paper lying on the pillow. His handwriting, sharp and decisive. "I don't regret it, but I need to think. Give me tonight. I'll come back to you. I promise."I pressed the note to my chest, my heart pounding. He had left me a note and he promised to come back. He hadn't just disappeared. I read it three times. Then four. Then I folded it carefully and tucked it into the drawer of my nightstand, next to the things I never let anyone see.The morning light filtered through the curtains, pale and cold. I lay there for a long time, replaying every moment of the night before. His hands on my hips, his mouth on my skin and the way he'd said my name like it was a prayer.I got out of bed and showered, letting the hot water wash a