All Chapters of Craving For My Stepfather : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Finn's POV I didn't sleep that night. Grant's text had said midnight, in his study. I'd watched the clock tick past eleven, past eleven-thirty, my heart pounding with every passing minute. At eleven-forty-five, I crept out of my room and down the hall, my bare feet silent on the cold marble. The study door was open. Grant was standing by the window, his back to me. He turned when he heard me enter, and I saw the exhaustion in his face. He'd been awake all night too. "Did you talk to her?" I asked, closing the door behind me. He nodded, his jaw tight. "She came to me last night, after she talked to you." "What did she say?" He walked to his desk and picked up a file. "She showed me this." I took the file, my hands trembling. Inside were grainy photographs taken from a distance. Me and Grant in the garden. Me and Grant in the living room. Me and Grant standing too close, I felt my stomach drop. "She said her source has been watching us," Grant continued. "Marta, the housekeepe

Finn's POV Three weeks of Derek's eyes on me. Three weeks of feeling like a prisoner in my own home. Three weeks of wanting Grant so badly it physically hurt, and not being able to touch him. He was everywhere. In the hallway when I turned a corner. In the garden when I tried to breathe. In my peripheral vision, always watching, always waiting. I had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable and so utterly trapped. Naomi had done this. My mother had brought a predator into our home and called it security. She didn't know what he truly was or maybe she did but she didn't care. She was so consumed by her need to destroy Grant that she'd hired a man who would stop at nothing to get what he wanted. I didn't know which was worse, that she knew, or that she didn't. The days blurred together. Grant was distant. He'd pulled away, not physically, but emotionally. He was always there at dinner, in the living room, in the hallways, but he was a ghost. His eyes were hollow, his jaw tight. He ba

Finn's POV I woke up to darkness. My head throbbed and my mouth was dry. I tried to move, but something held me back, a rough rope biting into my wrists and ankles. I was tied to a chair. Panic clawed at my chest. Where was I? How did I get here? then I remembered... It had been hours since I had read Grant's note. Hours of waiting, pacing, and watching the clock. Meanwhile, Derek had been everywhere, his eyes following me through the house, but he hadn't spoken to me. Hadn't approached me either, until he did. "Mr. Finn." His voice had been calm, and pleasant. "I need your help with something in the garage. Just a moment of your time." I should have said no. I should have locked myself in my room and called for help, but I was tired of hiding, and being afraid. I thought I could handle him. I thought I could get through a few minutes of awkward conversation. But I was wrong. The moment I stepped into the garage, he was behind me. Something cold and sharp pressed against my ne

Finn's POV I stood at the top of the stairs, watching the scene unfold below.Grant was in the foyer, his back to me, his shoulders tense. Naomi stood across from him, her face pale, a letter clutched in her trembling hands. The air between them crackled with tension.I crept down the stairs, my bare feet silent on the cold marble. Neither of them noticed me. Their focus was entirely on each other."You want to destroy me?" Naomi's voice was shaking. "I have something that will destroy you first."Grant didn't flinch. "What are you talking about?"She held up the letter. "I have proof, Grant. Proof of everything. Your past. Your brother. Your affair with my son and I'm going to use it."I felt my blood run cold. I stepped into the foyer, my voice cutting through the silence."Where did you get that?"Naomi's eyes snapped to me. Something flickered in them, guilt? Fear? Then her expression hardened."That doesn't matter.""It matters to me." I walked toward her, my heart pounding. "Th

Grant's POVWe stood in the darkness of the study, wrapped in each other's arms. Finn's face was pressed against my chest, his body trembling slightly. I held him tight, my hand stroking his hair, trying to pour all my love and reassurance into that single touch."Trust me," I had said, and he had nodded. But I could feel the fear still radiating off him."Grant." His voice was muffled against my shirt. "What if it's not enough? What if she wins anyway?"I pulled back, cupping his face in my hands. "Then we run. We disappear. We start over somewhere else. As long as we're together, nothing else matters."He stared at me, his green eyes glistening. "You'd give up everything for me? Your company. Your reputation. Your life here?""I'd give up everything for you," I said, my voice steady. "I'd give up everything for us."He kissed me then, soft and desperate. I kissed him back, pouring everything I couldn't say into that single moment.When we pulled apart, he was crying. Silent tears st