Step Brother
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I closed the lid on the toilet and sat down, pulling my phone from my purse. I wanted to know what I was up against, so I Googled “Reed Randolph” and “Gordon Gentry.”
“Oh my God,” I gasped as the stories appeared. I scrolled through the headlines, figuring out that a reporter had asked Gordon about the recent photos of him with an unidentified American man. The headlines told the tale of Gordon’s reply. “Gordon Gentry’s Long Lost Son.” “Gentry’s Secret Love Child.” There were dozens of stories about the rock star and Reed. It was international news, and I’d just been caught up in the middle of it.
I kept scrolling until one of the headlines jumped out at me. “Reed Randolph’s PDA in Lake Tahoe.” I felt sick to my stomach as the article loaded, the text appearing before the photos.
“After arriving from London, where he’d finally made contact with his father, rock legend Gordon Gentry, Reed Randolph found a very warm welcome from a gorgeous blonde in Lake Tahoe. Randolph didn’t even get out of the parking lot before he and his mystery woman put on quite a public display in their rented Cadillac.”
“No, no, no,” I whispered, my hand shaking as the photograph started to appear. It looked like the photographer had been on the hood of the car, and the series of pictures showed everything. Reed and me kissing, me with my head in Reed’s lap, Reed’s hand inside my shirt, and finally, me on top of Reed, my head thrown back as I climaxed.
It was worse than anything I could possibly have imagined.
I knew it was only a matter of time before reporters figured out who I was, and when they got hold of the fact that I was Reed’s stepsister, my privacy would be utterly destroyed. All this time I’d been worried about publicity from my father’s campaign disturbing my peace, and as it turned out, I had been completely blind to the real threat.
Dad was sitting out at the table with Reed, Tina, and a room full of vultures, ready to pick the bones of my life completely clean. My job, my friends, my whole fucking life as I knew it was at risk, and all because of Reed. All because I hadn’t ignored my inner voice that told me it was a bad idea to be involved with him.
Gradually calming myself down, I decided to wait until someone came into the bathroom and beg for help. I had cash on me, and if I had to pay a member of the staff to get me out of there, I could do it. I was certain I could manage it somehow. And I was certain of something else.
I never wanted to see Reed Randolph again.
Step Brother: Part 2
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