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Sarah interrupted, walking into the office. I turned around, “Just some irrelevant people.” I answered. A pause, but I continued. “Sarah, I'll be handing over my research work to Stephanie, the Beta’s daughter.” “What? What do you mean?! You've been working on this for a long time. You can't just…!”

“You should go,” Stephan said, voice low and strained, even as his body stayed rooted in place. His eyes flicked down again—over the sheer robe clinging to my still-hard nipples, the soaked black thong barely covering my freshly fucked pussy. “This isn’t right. I’m your stepfather. I came here for… fuck, I don’t even know why anymore. Let me leave, Jade.”

His strength makes my own movements irrelevant. I grab his shoulders and hold on. My nails bite into his skin. My breasts press against his chest. His mouth finds my nipple and bites down and the spark of pain jolts through me. “Say my name,” he growls around my nipple. “Say my name and what I am to you.” “Jace.” It falls out of me broken and pathetic. “Jace. My stepbrother.” “Louder.” “Jace.” My voice cracks. “My stepbrother is fucking me in our parents’ house and I don’t want him to stop.”

It was difficult not to see it as another reminder that my efforts were never quite enough. I dropped the folder on my desk and sat down. I noticed Stephanie had also not sent over the work I gave her a deadline for which was strange. My kind drifted back to the boardroom, abiut what my dad had said… that he did whatever he took. Stephanie had never struck me as someone who would willingly surrender something she had spent years creating without understanding what she was signing away. And thinking about it now, for marriage? No, it wasn’t possible. She was telling the truth the other day, that she was forced.

'Mom said she will be over at 6:30 to pick you up for school, be ready. It was Addy of course. 'I'll be ready, promise... Oh hey, so my new STEP brother just showed up tonight to check out the room he will be getting. He legit showed up right after you left, just came right in like he owned the place to have me show him his new bedroom' 'Holy shit, for real?! What does he look like? Is he hot? Was he nice? Tell me everything!' I should have waited to tell her as I shook my head laughing at her.

Mom: Louis needs space for his gear Me: what have I got with this? Mom: I just want to warn you and .. Me: do what you want mum, his equipment put it where you want I don't care I'm getting out of there again, he's pumping my air out. I have to go and cool off a bit Louis A few hours later, my wife decided to store my materials in her late husband's studio. Carla: I don't understand Ashley's behavior anymore Me: a teenager, when a stepfather comes into the life of a child that's how it goes

We were sitted now, making our orders. I took a sip of my coffee, watching them watch me. Ugh! They were so relentless. I decided to give them something. “Okay. I know what you're thinking and honestly you're right. But I would much prefer if you guys stopped looking at me like that.” I started. “Bu-” Stephen started but I held up my hand. “It's fucked up but it's true. I have feelings for my step sister.” “Actually—” Stephen began. But I interrupted him.

"I'm sorry. Just give me the letter. It's mine. I worked fair and square for it." "If you want it, get on your knees and beg like the dog that you are," my stepmother's voice could have frozen over the Antarctic ocean. Even though everything inside me rebelled against humiliating myself for their entertainment, I knew that I really had no choice. All my hard work, hopes and dreams lay in my step family's hand and I had no choice to submit to them. I dropped to my knees, hands curled into fists at my side, "Is this what you want? I've done it now. Give me my letter now."

The words were out of my lips before I could stop them. Stephan narrowed his eyes at me, dropped his gaze to the mess on the ground before resting in the file. “It's the payment for the file unless you want to give it back!” I pouted, stomping my foot against the ground. “Fine!” I growled as I pulled the door open. “Be ready in 30 minutes!” He called back. I slammed the door in response.

She brought out a couple of purple coloured sticky notes and passed them to me. “Those are the basic things you need to know about me to at least qualify us to get married. You can start telling me things about yourself too.” I stare at the sticky notes in my hands for a while. I toss them on the side table and harden my gaze. Stephanie must think I'm a fucking puppet that agrees to her every bidding. I needed to show her that I can't just be ordered around. She was invading my personal space far more than I’m comfortable with.