ROMANCE: MC Romance: Owned by The Bad Boy (Stepbrother Bad Boy BBW Ménage Mafia Romance) (Contemporary New Adult Alpha Male Billionaire Romance Short Stories)

by Sexton, Chloe

  Her light blue eyes shone as she waited for an answer. I shrugged and I knew that once we were inside we had to talk. It started with the past and would end up with the future. Her future as one of the Evans. An unnerving feeling shot inside of me as I knew it would result in me having to do some groveling to the guys who would be in the near future my stepbrothers. I hated the idea of it. I had to face the reality that I wasn´t behaving better than they were, I was being selfish. I needed to set aside my feelings about them and do what was best for my mom. She was happy with Alex. I would focus on this point and the future would be bright. For them at least. Not for me.

  Chapter Three

  I had to eat my words. Brenda you can do this! I repeated in my head over and over again. It was clear from mom´s instructions that the words had to leave my mouth. We were soon going to be one big happy family and I had to make it happen. She expressed her love for me and my ability to do the right thing in the same sentence. Yep, emotional blackmail. How could I let her down? I couldn´t she had always been there for me and supported me throughout my life, all twenty one years. I had to do this one thing for her and make things right. I knew it was going to be tough, but I had to set my personal feelings aside. Even though, it was going to be tough. I hesitated entering their building and took a deep breath as I approached the stairs. Manhattan is so different to the Upper West Side. Sure, we had a doorman, but nothing like the wealth that split over these walls. I greeted, Carl the doorman as I normally did when I came to the building.

  “Morning, Miss Weakes” he said as he opened the door. No one really called me by my surname. Yet, they had to be so formal here. Trent and Kevin would probably report him if he called me, Brenda.

  Carl hated Kevin and Trent too. He never said it, but it was obvious from the stone cold look on his face every time he saw them. They had insulted Carl on more than one occasion and they even reported him one time, because his shoes were slightly dirty. Their words were, ´With the money we pay to purchase a property in the building. It is downgraded by having people on the door that can´t even afford a decent pair of shoes.´

  Mom told me about the incident and I couldn´t get my head around it. Apparently, after twenty five years of working on the door Carl was told to buy a new pair of shoes or he was out. I could imagine, his tired face looking even worse when he was told the news. He works long hours, I am sure he is past retirement age. He always greats me at the door with a smile. Even the Evan brothers.

  I had better get used to it, for in a few short weeks, we would have to move from Manhattan to the Grand Tier on Broadway. Carl escorted me to the elevator as the replacement doorman took his place alone outside the building.

  “Carl, I am not looking forward to this.” I needed to talk to someone and in the absence of my best friend, Katie. Carl was the only person I could converse with, he knew what the brothers would like. I needed someone to put my mind at ease.

  “Why what is wrong?” he said with a troubled expression.

  “I need to apologize to Trent and Kevin, I –“I hesitated saying my actions yesterday. I still couldn´t believe the effect the twins had on me. I have never wanted to hit a man so badly. I took a deep breath and spat it out, “I slapped Kevin.”

  Carl started laughing and covered his mouth.

  “Don´t tell anyone I said this.” He looked around the elevator. Then he nodded remembering the camera inside it. “Good.” He whispered as he got close to me.

  I smiled at Carl´s revelation. It made me feel more relaxed as the elevator stopped at the penthouse. Maybe I´ll be lucky and this weekend they are going to a party on a yacht or they are not in! I knew that was not the case, but a girl can dream. Mom made sure they were in, so did Alex.

  Alex words were clear, “We´re all going to live as one family. So, we all need to get along.”

  I wondered if he said the same thing to the boys. The words felt like a joke when they said them out loud. Running them through my head it felt surreal. Did they both not know the truth behind Trent and Kevin? My mom´s happiness is at stake as don´t want to be here right now. I have no choice. Putting her first is the answer to my prayers. She is all I have left.

  “Good luck,” Carl whispered as the doors opened.

  “I´m going to need it,” I replied as I stepped out of the elevators.

  As soon as I stepped out, Trent stood with his hands on his hips, “Look who’s come back for forgiveness.”

  How did he know that I was coming up now? I never gave a time. I went to class, to try and calm my nerves. Also, with my finals and trying to get my portfolio finished this whole episode never helped, I couldn´t focus. There was only one thing on my mind, or rather two.

  I walked up to him with my head bowed down, I couldn´t even look him in the eye. I smelt his strong musk and I felt sick. How could someone so hot, smell so good and still be an ass? My eyes slowly went up to his chest and then he did the strangest thing. He held his hand out and gently stroked my face.

  “You´re beautiful when you are angry,” he hissed. I looked up wondering if he was mocking me or if he was serious. Kevin came behind me. “That ass is mine.”

  Trent nodded in agreement. I had an unnerving feeling that things were going to change. The guys had gone from being arrogant and cruel to being nice. I thought they didn´t do nice. The confident Brenda Weakes spoke out in a whisper, “I came to apologize.”

  They both laughed. Mocking me and they motioned their hand for me to follow them. We were heading, not to the golden lounge, but to the terrace. I moved with them and they had an evil twitch in their eye. I started to shake my head at the idea that they were up to something, I planned to give them the benefit of the doubt. Just so I could get this over with and make sure that my hands stayed in check. Not slapping another one of the Evans.

  ***

  “What made you change your mind?” Trent questioned with his legs crossed in a black suit, which made him look sexy, but evil at the same time. He had a smirk on his face as he spoke. I sipped on the wine that was put in front of me by one of the girls. I could never remember which one they were, they all looked the same. Blond haired and blue eyed, it almost felt like a pre-request to work in this house was you had to be stunning.

  I noticed that as she bent down, Kevin looked up her short shirt. She smiled and he returned it as she did a fake curtsy and left us. She hesitated at the door whilst we were shielded from the beaming summer sun.

  “Will that be all, Mr. Evans and Mr. Evans?” she asked as she paused waiting for a response. I thought they were going to ask her to take her clothes off and have it with her. There was too much testosterone in the air as she spoke. She started fanning herself with her hand as she pushed her tits out. I could see her nipples through her thin, white shirt. Kevin licked his lips as she said, “Later. Much later.”

  She bit her lip and skipped as she shut the terrace door. I watched as she walked, wondering in my mind if you could call it a skirt. It was so short. I watched as Kevin adjusted himself in the chair whilst watching her fade away.

  Trent started to unbutton his shirt. I gasped as the thickness of his chest was revealed. I felt like a naughty school girl in the men´s changing room as Kevin followed suit.

  “You not hot in that?” Kevin asked as he eyed my jeans and shirt. Sure, I was hot. For some reason, I was sweating more up here then I did when I was in town earlier. The humidity was intense. I nodded, wondering if they expected me to start stripping too.

  “Take it off. We´re all going to be family soon.” I was just about to get up when Trent said, “Calm down, I was only joking.”

  Maybe I did need to lighten up, with the wine soon going to my head. It was hard to be so aggressive. I did the craziest thing, when I saw they were both sitting with no shirts. I took my shirt off too.

  I grabbed the bottle of wine and said, ”One big happy family!”

  They both laughed, but Kevin moved his chair closer and whispered, “Yes, happy!”


  Chapter Four

  “So, what made you think to apologize?”

  I felt like I was being interviewed by Playboy. They were both giving me hors d’oeuvres and flirting with me. I couldn´t believe that they were flirting with me. Me, of all people. It felt like a big joke. Sure, I´m not the geek that I used to be, but these guys love beautiful women. I´m more of an Emma Watson kind of girl, whereas most of the women they´ve dated are more, Jennifer Lawrence style women. The type that men turn their heads at once they walk into a room. Not someone as plain as me.

  Sure, I changed from High school and I´m not saying I ´m ugly or anything. Just compared to the women that they usually date. Well, I have to admit I am kind of ordinary. My hair is usually up in a bun or down. Dark and always cut in the same layered style.

  Yet, right here and now. With them in their boxers and me sitting in my bra. I feel like the sexiest woman in the world. The wine is really going to my head. I need to eat more and drink less.

  “You have nice breast,” Trent blurted out, swaying his glass in my direction. I couldn´t believe he just said that and before I could even respond. Kevin was behind me whispering, “I would love to get a taste of them.”

  What was going on?

  I came here to apologize. Not get it on with them two. Especially seeing as I had never done it with anyone before. Sure, I had boyfriends if you could call them that. They were the type of guys that took you out on a date. The first kiss comprised of a kiss on the cheek and after several dates they would grow some balls and indulged me in a real kiss. This was usually when I broke it off. I knew what the next step would be and I never felt that way about them to give them anything more than a kiss.

  Sure, a couple of them were cool. Guys you would take home to your mom and she would love them. The type you would introduce to your family and they would get on with them. But, never ever the type of man that would rock your world. Not like Trent and Kevin, by a long shot.

  Shoot, they have dark eyes that seem to cast a spell over me if I look at them for too long. Not that I do. Especially, now it feels like they are two different guys. Not the ones that normally insult me. Or once in a blue moon, Kevin would pay me a compliment.

  Quite the opposite.

  They were flirting big time with lust in their eyes. Whenever I bent down to pick up my glass which Trent insisted on constantly topping up every time it was near empty? Kevin would lick his bottom lip. At one stage he nearly bit it. I imagined it sucking on my breasts. I was hot, not only from the sun, but lust.

  “Take your jeans off!” Kevin commanded as I was giggling too much and the conversation was turning from the reason for me coming today to, if I was still a virgin.

  I ignored him. I was well adverse on drinking too much. I knew the benefits of eating and sipping water in between, so I carried on doing that ignoring his command and getting back to the main topic.

  “I came, because mom and Alex are in love.” Their eyes shifted. Ignoring my declaration and focusing on my breasts, which I noticed where slowly releasing themselves from my bra. As I bent forward. Trent came behind me and unclasped it. Without permission and he smiled, “That´s better isn´t it?”

  “For who?” I cried, juggling a chicken wing, my breasts escaping from my bra and the Evans boys who were acting as if they were ready to pounce on top of me. I didn´t want this situation at all. I came to apologize. I came to make peace. I came to do what would make mom happy.

  “Look!” I stood up, dropped the glass on the table with the chicken wing and put my breasts back where they belong. In my bra.

  “Oh, spoilt sport.” Trent pleaded for me not to put it back on. He pouted as he made a silly face. God, he really is such a kid!

  I went one step further and took my shirt from the chair and put that on too. I struggled to do both. I was more than tipsy, I was slightly drunk. I had been kidding myself and the boys had sat and watched me change from being sensible to being silly and they loved it. I thought I was in control and all of the time I was far from it. I was fumbling with my buttons. Standing up seemed so hard and it was like a bad comedy. Like Benny Hill, always falling down or knocking something of the table. I wasn´t even trying to be funny. The more I tried to do something, the more I failed.

  “I thought you were fun,” Kevin sighed as he acted as if he was bored by exaggerating his sigh and putting his sun glasses on. Where did that come from? It was like they had staged the whole event. I started to get paranoid and even more anxious as it was clear that they had a plan and I had fallen into it. Hook, line and sinker.

  God you´re so naïve!

  I may have the brains of a scientist and able to calculate the most complicated equation. But, there was one thing I had lacked and I knew it. I just never admitted to it. That was street cred. I just didn´t have it. I knew it existed and the difference between having it or not. I just never had to dabble in it.

  I had played it safe. I would never mix with people like the Evans not only because of their wealth. I just knew how manipulative they could be, which was part of the reason that I didn´t want mom to date Alex at first. Then, when I saw that he wasn´t that type of person I concluded that they were not all bad. I just remembered the guys at High school could be like that, then I thought that not everyone is the same. Until, I got in this stupid situation.

  The guys were playing me. They knew that I would fall straight into their trap and they were loving it. I decided right there and then. I was not going to let them win. I had power. I was a strong, intelligent woman. How could they have one leg over me? All the women they dated were beautiful, but I knew that I beat them hands down when it came to intelligence.

  Or maybe I was kidding myself. Right now, I felt helpless and I hated it. I shook my head at the thought. It was neither here or there. I stumbled on the chair and landed flat on my face. I was directly under the sun. No longer protected under the shade. Both boys said at the same time, “We can help you up.”

  I was struggling to get off the floor and they were negotiating.

  “Under one condition.”

  I scrambled to my feet. Each time, with the soaking marble ties and my sandals which skidding and stopping me from getting up. Or maybe it was all in my head. I was stopping me from getting up. With my head flat on the marble floor. I blurted out in defeat, “Anything!”

  Both Kevin and Trent clapped their hands.

  “This was easier than I thought it would be,” Trent said as he took one hand.

  “You will bro,” Kevin said as he took my other hand.

  “Let the games begin…” they said as they helped me stand up. I was caught in the middle of both of them. It was as if they had spun a web and there was no turning back.

  ***

  I sat down and I watched them pace in front of me. The sun had died down and it was no longer piping hot, just humid. I started to wonder how long we had been out. I had left my mobile in the house. When, they carefully guided me out to the patio and told me not to worry about it. I never wore a watch and right now I wished I had one on me.

  They took of their glasses as I sat exchanging looks between the pair of them. Wondering what devious plan was going through their mind and what they had in store for me. The message was obvious when they stood with their hands on their hips.

  “You´re a virgin right?” Trent said nodding his head.

  I confessed, I had a headache and this line of questioning was making it even worse.

  “Yes,” I blurted out and shook my head, wondering why I had told them. Questioning, why I felt the need to tell them.

  “Good,” Kevin said as he took my hand and I stood up, practically standing on top of him. I felt weak and ready to do what they wanted, but I needed to know.

  “What was the one thing that you wanted from me?”

  Trent stood close by me on the other side and said, “Don´t worry my sweet. You´re about to find out.”

  Kevin whispered, “Sit back and just
enjoy the ride.”

  Chapter Five

  It was clear that the tables had turned. I had them at my feet. I wished I could say the same for my heart. It was slowly starting to fall for them. They were making everything hard to resist. Their looks. Their soft New York accent. Their chiseled faces and it dawned on me slowly but surely. That I wanted them both in my life. Not as a stepsister, but as something more.

  “Brenda,” Trent purred as he stroked my face on the right side. On the other side of me was Kevin. I could feel his fat cock softly stroke my leg. Ready for an action reply of the events that had happened today. I came here to apologize. Not be there sex slave. Or maybe they were my slave?

  “Kiss me, like you did before,” he turned my face to mine. I knew that Kevin, wouldn´t lay still he wanted to be inside me once more. He grabbed my butt as I rolled on top of Trent, carefully pinching my butt and it was turning me on.

  I could hardly speak. I had never had sex with one man, let alone two at the same time. Yet, here I was with brothers. Being tossed between the two of them like a piece of meat. Or was I something more to them?

  He swirled his tongue inside my mouth. I started to moan. I didn´t even think about, their dad or my mom finding us. I didn´t care. I couldn´t resist their hands, as they stroked me. Either Trent or Kevin pinched my nipple and then I felt him behind me. Kevin was going to give it to me up the ass as he did once before.

  Holy crap!

  I had lost my virginity and my dignity flew out of the window when Trent sucked my pussy as if he was scooping ice-cream from a tube. It felt hot. His tongue placed delicately in and out of it as if his life depended on it. Who would have thought that a man putting his tongue down there could give so much pleasure?