Stepfather And His Friends Novels & Stories

“You were dripping down my cock earlier. Don’t pretend you don’t want more.” I did. God, I did. The betrayal from my ex still burned, but Victor had made me feel desired in a way no one ever had. Before I could respond, voices approached. Victor pulled back smoothly, the perfect picture of a charming stepfather, but his eyes promised this wasn’t over. The rest of the evening dragged. I smiled through introductions, laughed at jokes I didn’t hear, all while hyper-aware of Victor’s presence.

"Busy doing what? Why haven't I seen you around? Mom mentioned something about a wedding, but I didn't think it was this." My stomach dropped. Mom had told him? They were still in touch? I had assumed they were out of my life now that Rufus was in the picture. "We... we're all good. It's just been a lot." "Just a lot?" Jake pressed. "You look like you're in love. Or terrified. Which one is it?" I didn't know what to say. How could I explain to him that I was in love with my stepfather? How could I explain that I was addicted to the way he looked at me? The way he controlled me?

“The young master. His name is Evander.” “Evander?” I nodded quickly. “Don’t tell me you’re thinking about that cheating bastard.” Anna rolled her eyes. “Your ex-boyfriend?” “How did you know?” “It’s written all over your face.” She groaned. “Please tell me you’re not still hung up on him.” “No, it’s not that. My stepfather’s son is named Evander.” “Oh, don’t make me laugh. That broke, cheating bastard? Same name, that’s all.”

She hadn't stopped crying since the ceremony. My mate was laughing as she hugged her back. My brother shook my hand and hugged Stephanie. He looked her over again and I growled. Stephanie laughed at me and brought me down to kiss my cheek. My father was next. "Love. This is my Father, Armon. Father this is Stephanie." I said as he shook my hand and my father nodded. Man of few words even less then me and that's saying something. Stephanie held out her hand to shake my father's hand, "Nice to meet you." she stated bravely.

Stephen waved his assistant away. He bowed again and left. "Damn you all!!." Stephen banged his fists on the table furiously. What was all this? They were siding with their daughter right? He had to do something... 'Hah.. My godfather..' A smiled plastered itself on his face as he recalled something. Since they were siding with their daughter,he was going to force them to compromise... "Let's see how you would evade this." He smirked. His godfather was a very close friend of the Stones. He was Brendon King..

He begins again, but Derricks snaps at him. "Odd, shameful, uncalled for and embarrassing! You want to get married again? What would I tell my friends? How would I share the invite? 'Guys, my father who already has a forest of gray on his head wants to get married again, and the best part is, to someone who's about my age! ' What were you thinking? That we'd agree to this? Well, I don't know about Esther, but I'm not agreeing to this. Not only is it strange, it's also out of line!

CHAPTER 30 Thera and Stephan sat opposite Thera’s father, they both did not know what to say, the all ever chatty Thera became dumb after her father caught them in the act. “so tell me when did you start seeing each other?” Mr Robison said after they’ve all been quiet for some time, Stephan saw that his mate was in a difficult position so he had to step in and help out “emm sir, my name is Stephan, I am from…..” Mr Robison cut him short not letting him finish his statement “I know who you are, beta to the blue stream pack, what I am asking is when did you started seeing my daughter ?”

Stephen would surely lead Riveria to new heights, and the Quinns would become Metropolis’s most powerful and influential family. Building a good relationship with Stephen would only bring benefits. When Simon heard that Stephen’s friends were calling for him, he went home alone. Stephen met with his friends from the various families of Metropolis and smiled. “Why are you all here?” The group surrounded him, showering him with praise. “Steph, you’re amazing. I didn’t know how incredible you are.”

LANA I wasn’t surprised when Bernardo, my stepfather, hurriedly tried to explain himself. He looked flustered, waving his hands anxiously as he said, “How can I be her boyfriend when I am her father? How is that possible? Think about it!” One of the young man's friends I had offended chimed in, “Chris, this pussy thinks we’re fools.” That was when I learned his name. I stood there in silence, knowing that running away would only make things worse.

Stephen descended the staircase, his footsteps echoing softly through the grand foyer of the house. His gaze shifted to the sitting room, where he found his father engrossed in the news. With a quirked eyebrow, he approached, a hint of amusement playing on his lips. "Is that me on the news?" he asked with a wry grin, his tone laced with a mixture of curiosity and dry humor. His father's eyes shifted from the screen to Stephen, a knowing glint in his gaze. "Good timing," Mr. Jackson Gray replied, his voice tinged with a hint of fatherly amusement.