All Chapters of I Am My Step Daddy's Obsession : Chapter 51 - Chapter 59

~KimberlyTears finally spilled over, hot and blinding, as I stumbled down the third floor corridor toward the elevator. Every step felt heavy, like dragging weight through deep water. I pressed the call button with a trembling hand, leaning my forehead against the doors as silent, chest heaving sobs wracked my body. The memory of his voice, “We’re not dating, are we?” echoed in my head, tearing through whatever strength I had left.When the elevator doors slid open on the ground floor, I tried to wipe my face quickly, but there was no hiding the redness of my eyes or the ragged shape of my breathing. "Have a lovely afternoon, miss," a voice called out smoothly from behind the desk.I paused, turning my head slightly.The receptionist was leaning back in her chair, a small, knowing smirk resting on her face. Her eyes flicked deliberately from my tear streaked face down to my disheveled appearance, and then back up with a subtle, mocking gleam.She knew. She had known the exact mome

~KimberlyBy the time we slammed down our third round of tequila shots, the liquid fire was burning away the dull, heavy ache in my chest, replacing it with a loose, humming buzz. I closed my eyes for a second, letting the bass sink deep into my ribs."Who knew I would jam you in a club?" a smooth, familiar voice suddenly drew right beside me, cutting through the thumping music.I turned my head and groaned, rubbing my temple. "Marcus? Do you just keep following me around or what?""Marcel," he corrected effortlessly, a lazy, amused smirk playing on his lips as he leaned one elbow against the bar. "Not Marcus."I frowned, the alcohol making my brow furrow as I looked him up and down. "You lied to me earlier.""Nah," he said, his dark eyes fixing onto mine with an easy, unbothered calm. "I just didn't want you judging me based on the kind of man I am before you even got to know me."Before I could reply, Katya gasped softly from my right, her hand landing sharply on my forearm. Her e

~KimberlyHis hand remained suspended near my face, the heat off his skin burning against mine without even touching it."I'm serious," I whispered, my voice breaking slightly under the weight of everything—the betrayal, the tequila, the overwhelming weight of his presence. "If I make a mistake tonight, it's going to ruin me tomorrow. And I'm already so tired of being broken."He stared at me, his gaze scanning every line of my face. The honesty of my words seemed to snap whatever dark impulse was pulling him toward me. Very slowly, the tension in his shoulders eased, and he took one deliberate step back, putting space between us.He reached down, picked up his glass from the desk, and took a slow, grounding sip before looking back at me with a soft, quiet respect in his dark eyes."Then I will fight it," Marcel said, his voice dropping into a calm, steady rhythm that settled the chaotic pounding in my chest. "I didn’t bring you up here to take advantage of a bad day, Kimberley. If y

~KimberlyMy ringtone blared, shattering the morning quiet and dragging me out of a deep sleep.I groaned, blindly reaching across the nightstand until my fingers clamped around the phone.I squinted at the screen, Kimberley."Hello…""Katya! How dare you leave me there?!" her voice blasted through the speaker before I could even clear the sleep from my throat.I sat up, rubbing my eyes and letting out a lazy laugh. "Good morning to you too, babe. And please, you were clearly having fun.""What fun?!" she groaned dramatically, the sound of rushed footsteps and street noise humming in the background of her call. "Are you serious right now?""Didn't we literally agree last night that you needed to do something a little crazy to get yourself back?" I reasoned, swinging my legs over the side of the bed with a smirk."A crazy thing, Katya! Not with a crazy person!"I chuckled, leaning back against my headboard. "Oh, come on. Marcel Desailly is not a crazy person, Kim. He's a gorgeous billi