Sportacus Stephanie Novels & Stories

Or maybe it wasn’t just about me. Maybe Maria herself was scared of what Luca would do to her if she didn’t return home at the exact time he expected. I didn’t know what their arrangement was, but I could feel it. Perhaps Luca De Rossi control hung over her like a chain. The thought of that made my chest tight, almost angry, but more helpless than anything. I turned on the couch again, sighing into the dark, and that’s when I noticed her. Stephanie. She was standing by the door, half-hidden by the shadows, watching me. Her eyes caught the faint glow of the streetlight seeping through the curtains, and then she smiled.

“Well, then. Allow me to introduce you to my wife, your stepmother, Sabrina.” I smiled, trying to control my lips from twitching so much. “Hi.” “Darling, this is Ace, my only child,” Scott added. “Nice to meet you, Sabrina,” Ace said as he stood up, extending a hand to me. I stood up slowly, reached out to him as we shook. There was something dangerous about the way he looked at. He licked his lips as his eyes scanned my body from my waist up to my eyes. The handshake lasted far longer than it should have. I swear, there was no doubt my pussy was already soaking wet from how deeply his touch was affecting me.

I reach out my other hand and pinch both nipples, watching in the mirror as her face screws up a moment before she begins moaning and her body jerks with her release. Isaac pounds into her a few more moments before finding his second release. “We’re going to have a lot of fun tonight, ladies. Go, Elena. Your absence will be noticed,” he says. I quickly wipe my face, then duck out of the bathroom while the two of them get dressed. By the time I get outside, Stephanie is already on the stage. “About fucking time,” my stepfather growls, tearing his gaze from the stage. When he looks at me, his eyes narrow.

'I am the Aiden Knight, a millionaire at 25, among the top ten most eligible bachelors of the year according to Forbes. I can get anything and anyone I want, Except one, that's my step sister. I cannot have the one thing I crave desperately' my stepsister. Our story started in Texas. I went on a business trip to look at one of my restaurants in texas. That's when I saw her, Aria William, my memorable one nightstand. And I didn't know that she is my step-sister.

“It’s getting crowded in here.” I held the door for her, and she exited smoothly with me. “Could I speak with you for a moment? I promise it won’t take long.” “Oh? Uhm, s-sure…” I wasn’t sure about it, but I gave in since she looked desperate. Earlier, I heard the girls talking about Stephanie. It’s apparent that they did not like her, not to mention that Steph was involved in their husbands’ past relationships. Stephanie Colleman looks like Evita in her younger version but is sophisticated and flirty. I can’t deny that. You can sense her strong personality and confidence.

Or want a third round. Funny how life works. I thought I was getting a stepsister. Instead, I got her. I was ready to tease her just to watch her react when Sarah’s head popped into the doorway, cutting through the whole mood. “When did you get back, Thane?” she asked, wrapping me in a side-hug. I flashed her a lazy, sheepish smile. The one she never sees through. “Well, I couldn’t help but rush down when I heard I’d be meeting my hot—” I paused, pretending to censor myself. “My step sister. I like her already.”

I hustle up the short flight of stairs, wincing as the corset digs deeper into my ribs. I need this tightness. This pain to distract me from the butterflies sloshing around in my gut. I push the double doors open. Wind billows in, drawing a few curious glances my way. I keep my head down and walk over to the reception. A woman in a slick bun and rosy lips offers a smile. “Welcome to CrossPoint Capital. How can I help you today?” “I have an appointment with Mr Cassian.” My stepbrother. My wet dream.

I said. Sebastian’s face went carefully blank. “Stacy, what are you talking about?” I picked up the diary and held it up. “I’m talking about this. And the photos someone sent me. Don’t stand there and pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about.” He set his jaw. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Charlotte is my stepdaughter. Whatever you think you saw…” “I didn’t ‘think’ I saw anything.” My voice cracked despite my effort to keep it steady. “I have pictures. I have her own words describing what you do to her. How she begs. So don’t insult me with denials.”

I was cut off by a girly voice. “Baby, What are you doing here” A girl in a red gown comes hugging Stephen. “My friend having some trouble here, so I came,” He said nervously. “But you said you have important work and won't be able to come here” She pouted. “Yes, I had…” He paused and looked at me" Meet he is my friend, Joseph” “Hello,” I said, looking at the girl. “Hello, I am Stephen's fiancé Liliana” She smiled.

I step out of the car slowly, my heels hitting the ground with precision. Heads turn almost instantly. Of course they do. Conversations pause. Eyes follow…It’s immediate, noticeable and heavy. Stephanie steps out beside me, adjusting her dress like she owns the place too. “Showtime,” she whispers. I smirk. We start walking. And right on cue…. The whispers begin. “That’s her…” “Oh my God it’s actually her…” “She’s even prettier in real life…” “Lucas is so lucky…” “I wish that was me instead of him…”