All Chapters of AFTER HOURS: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

NICOApproximately fifteen days ago, I found out that my mother’s husband, my stepfather, TomRyder, is broke. Like, broke as a joke. Meaning no extra funds for anything, especially his stepchild.The credit card that I had for emergency purposes which was conveniently how I paid for all my food, clothing, transportation and literally everything stopped working two days later. It was pretty humiliating being a twenty year old calling Mommy and begging for a few bucks to feed myself until I can find a job on campus. But I had no other option. All the accounts dried up almost immediately, including my own, which, let’s face it, only had money in it because my mother would deposit some every week.Bella, my best friend came over last week while I was in a downward spiral.“What am I gonna do??” I’d asked her, pacing around the room. “I’m completely fucked… The financial aid I applied for doesn’t even cover all of my tuition for next semester, let alone housing.”“How much do you need?”

NICOAs soon as I step back into the room, his face drops. “Oh, man… I already don’t like this.”“Stop being such a whiny bitch.” I set the tripod up opposite the couch.Then I place my laptop on the coffee table, opening it and bringing up PornHub. “Find something on there you like. Whatever you would watch when you’re alone.”He gives me an angry-deer-in-headlights look, to which I roll my eyes yet again. “Just do it, Enzo,” I breathe, switching off the TV, then setting up my phone to record.It still takes him a second, but eventually, he leans forward, scrolling through the available porn. I stay standing, giving him space as he settles on a video. It’s girl-on-girl, and I try to keep my scoffing in check.Someone’s really invested in proving how straight he is right now.He presses play and the video begins, volume down low as the people on the screen start doing their thing. And I press record on our video, hoping like hell this will work out.I don’t want to admit that I’m ne

ENZO A few days after my first session with Nico, I can't seem to stop myself from thinking about how good it felt with him. Distraction is something I’ve gotten very good at over the years. A skill I learned to hone when I was just a kid. Enduring stuff that makes me uncomfortable while pretending I’m not is a bit of an art form for yours truly. I try to distract myself with studying my books and with football but it's so easy for my mind to go back to that couch and Nico’s stupid mouth. My phone lights up with a text from him. #### NICO: Come over tonight, I want to show you something. NICO: I sent you some $$ NICO: Just thought you might want to see some of the comments… There’s a picture attached; a screenshot of comments from his OnlyFans account. My blinking becomes rapid while I read them… Strangers on the internet calling me sexy and gorgeous and hot as fuck. DMs from Nico’s fans asking for more, offering even more money for more content… And my

NICO The next few days after my hookup session with Enzo, were bleak. Enzo continued to avoid me like a plague and I keep sending him $$$ from our only fans account. He seriously needs to create another account where he can keep reposting our videos so we ca make more money. On a Friday, I found myself in syndrome club with the rest of my friends and Enzo’s teammmates. I didn’t see him anywhere. Close to midnight, bee called me into the restroom for a quick weed time. I was getting stoned when we heard a loud and incessant knock on the door. Suddenly the door is swinging open, and we’re met with the perpetual scowl of my super-fun stepbrother. “Can you not fucking clog the bathroom??” he growls, only at me. Not Bee. “What the fuck are you doing in here??” He keeps coming at me with his signature brand of hostility, and I back up. “Partying.” I wink at Bee, who bites her lip. Enzo’s angry eyes flit between the two of us. “Are you two hooking up?” “What?!” I snort. H

ENZO I know I should probably stop denying that I don’t want my stepbrother but I hate him so much that I can’t differentiate between what I feel anymore. And just like he can feel my inner turmoil, my phone lights up with a notification and it’s Nico. Nico: Enzo, We should fuck sometime. We should fuck sometime? Who says that? I don’t bother replying him but I find myself in his dorm room, with my fingers wrapped around his throat. “You broke my dick,” I groan out loud. “Why can I only get hard with you.” But Nico doesn’t seem to care that I’m lost, or confused or unsure. He eases his lips onto mine, just a soft brush before whispering, “We should fuck, Enzo. My heart is racing, fingers threading through his where he’s holding my hands down as I mutter, “For the money… Right?” His lashes flutter and he peers down at me, nodding slowly. “Yea. Yea, totally… For the money.” I don’t even want to think about how hard my dick is right now. It’s way too confusing. Instead, I j