Sext Me (Accidental Stepbrother Book 2)

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by Stephanie Brother


  I knew what 'it' meant. She meant that we could conceive right now. And my cock wouldn't go up, but only down. It was as if she had a knack of putting me off every time, just by mentioning it. At one stage, it was so bad that I thought that she was doing it on purpose. Trying to stop me from entering her sweet pussy, which always prevented me from coming. Sex had never been like that before. I'd dismissed in the past when others had said that marriage ruins everything. I thought that was them. Not me. We had everything and Laila was so fucking sexy, I couldn't imagine not wanting her all the time.

  But her demands didn’t stop the moment we came back home. If anything, they got worse. She gave me a week, which turned into a month. A date just to say when we would start trying. I tried to get her to forget it. I even went as far as buying a dog, and I couldn’t stand them. I was fucking happy, when it worked for a little while. But then a couple of weeks later she was on my case again.

  I stayed silent.

  I thought that she would forget it. No, I fucking wished she would, but then I realized that I was kidding myself, especially when she walked out of the door and took the dog too.

  I miss that little fellow.

  The crazy part was I didn't miss Laila. I just missed being alone. I went off the rails, drinking too much, not wanting to sleep at night in a cold bed and before I knew it I was crunching the numbers at work, the wrong way. The balance sheets were over inflated and I wasn't paying attention. But, my boss was and it didn't take long for them to sack me and for me to add another thing to the list.

  Now, I’d lost my wife, dog, and employment status. I should be happy. I was free and I had the whole world as my oyster.

  So, what was I doing?

  The last few months, I had been going to work later and later every single day. Ever since I'd been terminated, I'd been getting up on time. Going to work, but just sitting outside. I would go to Starbucks for coffee in the morning and sit on the park bench. Repeat the same thing lunch time, but get one of their salads, as if I was on a diet and then in the afternoon get another coffee and night time would consist of drinking alone at home, it was fucking cheaper.

  I'd been doing that for three weeks now. No sense of change, that was until today. Today everything was different as I saw Laila walking on by.

  It was as if the light had come on at the end of a tunnel. Laila walked past me. She didn’t even recognize me. I didn’t look good with my overgrown beard that was no longer clean shaven and my eyes hid underneath all the hair that had taken over not only my face, but head too. I used to laugh at guy’s who wore their hair long. I used to think of them as wannabe rock stars. In my case it wasn't even a wannabe rock star look, more of a hobo look.

  Fuck! No wonder the firm sacked me.

  No longer did I feel like eating the tuna salad that was in front of me. The sounds of other professionals around me.

  Eating.

  Laughing.

  Gossiping faded away as I started to stalk Laila.

  I’d thought that she left town. It was as if seeing her meant that maybe she was back in town and there was some chance for us. Something that I didn’t think was possible since she left six months ago, but now seeing her. The same long flowing blonde hair, half-tied up and the same sparkling blue eyes, I wondered if for the first time in six months that fate was smiling down at me.

  She said that she was going to move as far away from me as possible and find a man that wanted the same things that she wanted. A man that could put a ring on her finger and commit to her, not half-heartedly, but completely.

  I watched as she walked into the St. Teresa Clinic. Curiosity got the better of me as I followed her. I knew that she didn’t recognize me and some part of me was relieved about that. She had no reason to suspect that her ex-husband was competing for a part in Hobo’s in Texas a new TV show. There wasn’t such a show, but I knew that if there was, then I would win a part, hands down. Sometimes I didn’t sit on the same bench, I would sit on a different bench. Just to break up the day.

  I watched as she gave her details. I wanted to ask what the fuck she was doing there. But I didn’t. I stared. I watched from a safe distance as I sat at the back of the waiting room. Time was on my hands. It’s not as if I had anything else to do.

  “Is this chair free?”

  This young girl asked me as she held onto her baby seat.

  I nodded my head, thinking that she could see that there were empty seats. Not just the one next to me, but a few rows in front. I didn’t get why she had to sit next to me.

  I looked creepy and as I lifted my arm. I thought about the last time I bathed and knew that it wasn’t this week. Fuck, it was probably on the weekend and it was Wednesday.

  “Do you know what time it is?”

  I turned to face her. The dark-haired girl was pretty, young and she had an innocence about her, one that made me wonder if that was her child or maybe her baby brother.

  “It’s one-thirty,” I said to her and then she seemed distracted as her eyes darted to the baby and then the bathroom.

  “Do you mind looking after him while I go to the bathroom?”

  I shrugged wondering why she would ask me to look after her baby. There was a couple, even a couple of women with what looked like their moms. I was the worst person to ask, but I nodded. “Sure.”

  Thinking that she must have asked, because she knew that I wouldn’t leave the reception. Then the strangest thing happened, Laila got up and left. I didn’t hear her name being called out, but I didn’t know whether she’d gone through or left the clinic. My eyes were fixated on the shadow of the young girl that had left her baby with me. I wanted her to come out of the bathroom, so I could find out where Laila had gone.

  Fuck it!

  I ran up to the receptionist as if my life depended on it and left the baby by the chair.

  “Laila Hunter, did she get called in?”

  The receptionist looked up and her dark eyes cast over me as she blurted out, “That’s private information. I never saw you come in with her. Besides it’s patient confidentiality. I can’t tell you.”

  I was about to say that I was her husband and then I remembered that I was her ex. If I said that out loud then they would security or even worse the police.

  I sighed as I turned back to see that the baby was still in his chair and his mom hadn’t returned from the bathroom. I realized that I was stupid for following Laila. If she’d moved on then great. All I had done was break her heart. I was about to leave. When the same receptionist, the one that belonged in the secret spy service called out, “What about your baby?”

  I laughed, “Excuse me?” I turned to face her.

  She pointed. “The one over there where you left him. The one that’s whimpering. You can’t leave without your baby here.”

  I shook my head. “He’s not my baby. I just came here…”

  Shit. I couldn’t even tell her the real reason that I came inside the clinic.

  She interrupted me as she rolled her eyes and then put her hand on her large hips. “I saw you come in here with that girl. She’s either your baby mommy or girlfriend. Cause you ain’t got on no ring. You better get your baby and leave.”

  I started to rub my beard. The same thing that I’d been doing whenever I was confused.

  “She’s in the bathroom. She’ll be out soon and then she’ll take him.”

  She waved her finger from side-to-side and I found myself distracted as if I was watching a big old pendant clock. Like the one that stood in my grandparents’ house and had been passed down through many generations of my family.

  “She ain’t in the bathroom because she left the minute you mentioned you wanted to know about Laila Hunter. Even though no Laila Hunter came in here today. Look, just take your baby and get out of here. Before I call the police.”

  I was about to say something else when I turned and noticed that she was right. The baby bag, which was like the one that both Noah and Chad, my two best friends wal
k around with as if their lives depend on it was sitting on the chair that I once occupied. I sighed as I wondered what the fuck was going on as I grabbed the bag and the baby too and got the fuck out of the clinic.

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  About Cowboy Daddy…

  I found out that I had to be two things that I never thought I’d be in life. One was a cowboy, and the other was a daddy!

  Arrogant.

  Greedy.

  Selfish.

  Those are the words that spit out of my family’s mouth whenever they say my name.

  My twin brother, Noah thinks that he knows it all, even when we were little.

  The idea of going back to this life was something that I didn’t want to do. Living and working in the city suited me just fine, that was until I had something to prove, not only to myself but Rachel. The girl that I left behind because I found out that I was a daddy. Two things that I never thought I would be in life. One was a cowboy, and the other was a daddy.

  Author's Note:

  Jason is Noah's best friend from the novella, Single Daddy. Book 1 doesn’t have to be read to enjoy Book 4. They are all standalone novellas. This novella is short and steamy with enough sexiness for you to enjoy.

  Chapter One

  Jason

  I got up early to go to work, just like every other day. I knew it was different, though. I just didn’t want to think about it. I didn’t have time for breakfast, so I stopped by a café on the way for a coffee that would tide me over until it was time for lunch. Just like always.

  Once I arrived at work, though, it was obvious I couldn’t hide or ignore what had happened. My business was thriving, and that was all I wanted to think about. But it was hard to when the people that worked for me kept staring at me like they expected me to fall over.

  I ignored them the best I could. Even when they stopped talking every time I passed by. Even when several people asked me how I was doing too many times before lunch. I pushed it all away.

  Then, the call came.

  What does he want now?

  That was the thought in my mind when my phone rang, and I saw my grandpa’s name on the screen. He was perhaps the last person I expected or wanted, to hear from. He barely paid much attention to me, so after the surprise, I was annoyed.

  I picked the call up anyway because I wasn’t that rude. He spoke first.

  “Jason, when are you coming home!”

  It wasn’t a question, but a demand. I thinned my lips and thought twice about tossing out the words I wanted to say. None of them would have been respectful. I took a couple of breaths to cool myself down before speaking.

  “Was there something you wanted, Grandpa Nathan?”

  He scoffed. “Don’t get cute with me, boy. Just answer the question.”

  I closed my eyes. “As far as I know, Grandpa, my home is here. I have a business to run, and I’m too busy at the moment to cut short for a visit.”

  “I expect you in two days, Jason.”

  I fisted my hand where it lay on the desk, again trying to control myself.

  He’d always been like that. Every time I talked, it was like I was air. He heard nothing, but expected to be heard. More than that, he expected to be obeyed. I’d lived for a while without listening to his orders once I left home, though. I was not ready to go back to just doing whatever he said.

  In front of my grandpa, of all people, I could not allow myself to show weakness. He wasn’t all I was thinking about at the time, of course, but when I started my business and built it up to the success it currently was, I’d imagined showing it to my grandpa to show him just what I could achieve even without him. He thought himself so great; I could become greater. Only then would I not have to take his orders.

  “I’m afraid two days is a little short notice for me,” I said firmly. “I’ll have to check out my schedule, maybe free up some time before I could come down for a visit. And even then it can't be for long. I’ve been out of the office for some time; I have to make up for it.”

  There was another scoff. “Can I ask you why you could take time away from your office when you can't even do it to come and see your grandpa?”

  I tightened my lips, but for another reason besides my grandpa’s tone.

  No, I didn’t want to tell him why. I didn’t know how he would react, but it wouldn’t be good for me.

  The reason why I’d been out of the office for any length of time, the reason why when I did come back, my employees and colleagues were acting weird. The one thing I’d been trying to put out of my mind for the last several days.

  My life was in danger. I wasn’t sure from what or who, and that was the worrying part. The part that I was trying very hard not to worry about.

  Any other time, I wouldn’t have cared if someone outright threatened me. It had happened plenty of times. But I was focused, and I wouldn’t let anyone stand in my way. I just didn’t care. It was kind of hard to, though, when it meant putting my life on the line. Someone made me realize just what I was putting on the line because I hadn't before.

  “I’m sorry, Grandpa,” I said on automatic, my voice flat. “I’m a little busy at the moment. I’ll come visit some other time.”

  “I would like to talk to you, Jason,” he said. “Just imagine it’s an important discussion and make time. Soon.”

  He cut off the call, and all I could do was sigh. Suddenly, I was too exhausted even to get angry. Because now that I’d thought of it, I couldn’t stop thinking about it.

  There was a knock on my door minutes later that woke me up from my revelry. I sat up straight and tried to fix my expression.

  “Come in,” I called, all the excess, unnecessary emotions pushed behind a wall.

  “Excuse me, sir.” It was one of my employees. “I have some documents for you to look over and sign, sir? They’re needed in an hour.”

  I waved her inside, and she came over. She handed me a folder, and I set it down in front of me. I picked up a pen and quickly skimmed over the documents, signing where needed. Ten minutes later, I was done, and I handed the folder back to her.

  “Thank you, sir,” she said with a smile, taking back the documents. She walked out of my office in a hurry.

  Once I was alone again, I sighed and slumped back into my seat. I hadn't signed my name that many times, but my hands were trembling. My heart was beating a little too fast, too.

  Maybe…it was a sign that I wasn’t as ready to come back to work as I’d thought. I had figured I could take a short break and come back fine. It hadn't even been that long, less than a week. I thought I was still the old me, always in control and on top of everything.

  It was just a lie that I told myself, one that crumpled quickly.

  “This won’t be easy just to ignore,” I muttered to myself, leaning my head back and sighing. I blinked up at the ceiling. “Maybe… I could just visit, for a couple of days. Work can wait a bit longer.”

  It might be what I needed, some time away instead of just hiding away at my home and thinking that would help anything. I tended to anger a lot of people in my line of work and with my tenacity to succeed, and clearly, this one time I’d pissed off one too many.

  Decided, I got up. I picked up my coat that I’d thrown over the back of my seat when I arrived, then took my untouched cup of coffee that would have cooled down already. I didn’t tell anyone where I was going. They could just think I’d gone for lunch or whatever; I didn’t even care. I was suddenly in a hurry, locking my office and walking out to my car.

  I might as well get back home, maybe catch some sleep. I could make the trip overnight and be there in the morning. I didn’t need to pack much because I wouldn’t be staying long.

  I was only doing it so I could get some time off from running my empire. Something that I enjoyed getting it off the ground and now that it practically runs itself. I struggle to find the same enjoyment. I just know that I'm not here, because Grandpa
ordered me to come here.

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  Bad Apple

  My stepbrother, Rogue, was the kind of trouble I couldn’t resist.

  Rogue was the bad apple of our family. He thrived on the excitement of all the things that we were warned about as kids.

  I was asked to help him see the error of his ways. He needed to leave the gambling and womanizing behind. I tried my hardest, but a leopard can’t change his spots.

  Rogue was a bad boy through and through.

  I was a good girl until Rogue got under my skin…and into my panties.

  And instead of helping to keep my stepbrother out of trouble, I got myself into it.

  I didn’t intend to give Rogue my heart. In the end, he stole it like the bad boy he was.

  But he gave me something too. The best gift ever.

  The baby I know is going to turn by stepbrother good.

  Author's Note: No cliffhangers. HEA guaranteed. This novel is steamy with enough sexiness for you to enjoy. This is a full-length novel and the re-write of my short story, Trouble.

  Chapter One

  Claire

  Sometimes, my mom had a way of just winding me up and getting me into trouble. I was one of the top associates at my law firm. On my way to being a partner. I had worked fucking hard to get where I was. I certainly didn’t have the title babysitter written on my forehead. Yet, that was what my mom had roped me into. Babysitting my stepbrother.

  He’s older.

  So, he should have known better.

  The problem was that didn’t stop him from acting like a big kid. He had problems with drugs, gambling and women.

  Why women problems?

  Because instead of chasing women that were single, ones that he could actually hook up with, he had an addiction to only go after the ones that were taken.

 

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