All Chapters of I Am My Step Daddy's Obsession : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

~KimberlyI tossed the card onto the nightstand, ignoring Brenda’s suspicious look, and collapsed onto the bed without saying a word. My head was spinning from the whirlwind of the past few hours, the hotel room chaos, the pool, Damon.By Monday morning, the atmosphere on campus was suffocatingly tense. Rumors had been flying all weekend, but walking into the lecture hall felt like stepping into an execution chamber. Everyone was whispering, their eyes darting toward the door every time it swung open.I took my usual seat near the middle row, tapping my pen against my notebook, completely unable to focus on whatever the lecturer was droning on about at the podium. My eyes were glued to the entrance.Then, ten minutes into the lecture, the heavy wooden doors swung open.The entire hall fell dead silent.Katya walked in. She looked immaculate, almost untouchably pristine, but there was a guarded, haunted look behind her eyes. Right behind her, two towering security guards in sharp b

~KatyaFor a second, I thought I had gone too far. I thought my words, coward, send me away, had finally broken the fragile tether holding us together, and that he would actually do it.That he would pack my bags and exile me to some distant corner of the world just to ease his own conscience.Then, a low, fractured sound broke from Niklaus's throat. It wasn't a laugh. It was the sound of a dam completely shattering.In a single, violent motion, he dropped down onto one knee right in front of the armchair, his large hands coming up to cup my face with a desperate, crushing intensity. His thumbs swept furiously across my cheeks, brushing away the hot tears as if they were burning his skin."Send you away?" he whispered, his voice trembling, a sound I had never, ever heard from him before. "Do you have any idea what you're asking, Katya?"I stared down at him, my breath hitching as I saw the raw, agonizing panic stripped bare in his dark eyes. The untouchable man who commanded boardro

~KimberlyI paced the edge of the pool for a full ten minutes, phone pressed to my ear, scanning the empty deck chairs and the still blue water. No sign of Damon. No arrogant smirk waiting for me. Nothing.I called him once.No answer.Twice.Still nothing.The third time the line went straight to voicemail and I let out a frustrated huff, shoving the phone back into my bag.“Fine,” I muttered under my breath. “If he’s going to ghost me after inviting me here, I’m at least getting a swim out of it.”The women’s changing room was completely deserted. I stripped out of my clothes, pulled on the simple black one piece I’d shoved into my bag, and stepped back out onto the pool deck.The silence was almost eerie.Not a single person. No staff. No other guests. Just the soft lap of water against the tiled edges and the distant hum of the filtration system. The entire pool area felt like it had been cleared just for me.I walked to the deep end, took a breath, and jumped.The water closed ov

~KatyaI stepped softly across the floored tiles, the hem of my silk nightgown sweeping lightly against my ankles. Everything was quiet, the kind of stillness that only exists in the early hours before the rest of the world wakes up. Upstairs, Niklaus was still fast asleep, completely unaware of what I was doing.A soft smile touched my lips as I tied my hair back loosely. After recently, after the walls between us finally shattered, I just wanted to do something simple, quiet, and real for him. I moved around the sprawling kitchen, opening cupboards and pulling out fresh coffee beans, eggs, and bread. I set the coffee maker to brew, the rich, rich aroma instantly filling the room, and began prepping a full spread on the island.I was so focused on trying not to make noise with the pan that I didn't hear the soft rustle of footsteps coming down the staircase, nor the faint sound of the kitchen door gliding open behind me.Standing over the stove in my silk gown, wooden spoon in hand

~KimberlyI pulled my gaze away from his sharp profile and stared stubbornly out the passenger window, but it was useless. He was dangerously hot, the kind of effortless, distracting good looks that made it impossible to even glance in his direction without my pulse doing a sudden jump.Halfway through the drive, the quiet hum of the air conditioner was broken as he turned down the music just a notch."I'm Marcus, by the way," he said softly, his voice smooth and laced with an infuriating amount of confidence. "Since we're sharing a small space for the next fifteen minutes, I figured you should at least know who's driving."I kept my eyes locked on the passing trees, gripping the strap of my bag a little tighter. "I'm pretty sure we established a strict no small talk rule before I even opened this door."A low, quiet laugh escaped him, and I could feel his eyes briefly flicking over to me before returning to the road."You really don't wanna talk to me?" he asked, a subtle, flirting