Falling For My Stepbrother

chapter 1

                         Kiara POV

  I hurriedly raced upstairs, ignoring my mother's calls—how dare she treat Dad and me that way? I can not take it longer, two years have passed since Dad passed away, and in that short time, she has already been engaged. I doubt that she would have approved of what Dad would have done to her; my tears had soaked my duvet, and I heard the door open but chose not to look up.

"Baby," Mom called. I ignored her, feeling the bed press against me as she sat down, and she moved closer to me, touching my back.

"Baby?" she called again.

"Do not call me that, Mom!" I snap fiercely. She let out a sigh and caressed my hair.

"I have not forgotten about your father, sweetheart, I love him so much," she added.

"Leave me alone!"

"Please, Kara".

"Do not call me that, my name is Kiara".

"I am sorry," she murmured, standing up and walked out of the room. She does not love my father enough to enter into marriage; she does not even have a boyfriend, she is engaged, how long has she been with the man? I grabbed the phone and dialed Sharon's number.

"Bitch!" she exclaimed.

"Sharon," I said sadly.

"What is wrong with you, bitch?" she asked.

"I need you," I wailed through the phone.

"Just calm down, and I will be there in a second," she replied before hanging up. I gripped my phone closer to my breast, mom should not do this, I do not think it will work for both of us. Sharon arrived minutes later, and I recounted everything to her, she assured me that everything would be great, that I should relax, and that my mother too wanted happiness; I disagreed for a time before agreeing later. After munching popcorn, we cuddled in my bed.

Sharon has been my best friend for six years now, we met in high school, she is one of those badass girls, whereas I am the nerdy and quiet one  she is nineteen, and we both plan to attend the same college, however, my mother's decision to relocate to Florida means that I will have to attend college there, and we both wanted to attend college in New York. We just graduated high school and are on vacation after a boring prom that I did not attend.

"What about college?" I said.

"Do not worry about it; I will be fine and will always come to see you," she replied, making me want to cry again.

"But, Shawty."

"No-no, do not cry; I told you before that crying is for weak girls," she replied, and I hugged her.

"I love you,” I said.

"Me too, Kiara," she muttered.

                      NEXT WEEK

I glanced out the cab window; my mother and I were both on our way to the airport, I had already missed Sharon, and Mom had not told me about her fiance. This was my first time leaving Texas since Dad's death.

"Kiara," Mom yelled, and I turned to look at her. She adjusted my spectacles, and I smiled at her.

"We are entering Thompson's private jet," she exclaimed enthusiastically.

"He owns a private jet?" I questioned, and she excitedly nodded, "Wow, rich stepdad." We arrived at the airport and unloaded our belongings from the cab, the remainder were transported to Florida by truck.

"Wow," I said, "the private jet is so beautiful." Mom smiled when she saw me grin. We stepped into the plane, and I quickly sat in one of the seats.

"You like it?" she inquired, and I nodded.

"This is just one of his babies," Mom stated.

"he has more than one" I exclaimed.

"Yes, he does," she responded.

"He must be extremely wealthy," I said.

"Yes, he is," she responded, smiling.

            SEVERAL HOURS LATER

I stared at the automobiles, unable to move my body. I looked at the black Range Rover, black Lexus 470, black Bugatti, and black Range Rover again.

"Move, sweetheart," Mom urged as she walked to the car and got into the black Bugatti. I soon followed.

"Mom," I muttered, and she turned to me.

"What kind of work does he do?" I asked.

"Business," she responded.

"What type of business?" I inquired.

"He has many hostels, hospitals, and schools, and he also imports and exports goods," she continued.

"That seems like a good job," I remarked. The cars began to move, and I gazed out the window, Florida is stunning, but that does not change the fact that I prefer Texas, I already miss Sharon.

I stare at the mansion, stunned; everything about this man is genuinely startling me.

"Honey, you are drooling," Mom remarked, smiling, and I hastily touched my mouth to see nothing, then frowned and laughed. A man walked out, and Mom instantly hugged him. I glanced at him, and he was very muscular and developed, and he had a gorgeous jawline. He was wearing a tuxedo with precisely combed jet black hair, and he had hazel eyes. Wow, my mom did a nice job.

"Hi, Kiara," he called.

"Mr. Thompson, nice to meet you," I said, extending my hands for a handshake. He smiled, revealing his perfect set of white teeth.

"I have heard so much about you, Kiara, from your mother," he continued, and I smiled.

"Let us go in," he said, and we strolled into the house, which looked much better inside.

"She will show you to your room," he added, indicating to a girl dressed in a maid's dress that appeared too short for a maid to wear.

She directed me upstairs and opened a door, I walked into the room and my mouth dropped open, it had a Queen-size bed with a pink painting, a couch, and a TV, it had two doors, I wondered what was behind those doors, I quietly sat on the bed, unsure what to do; an idea struck me and I immediately stood up, I should just look around, I walked through the long corridor, I began hearing noises from one of the rooms, what was wrong? What if something happened to someone there? I rushed into the room, only to be met with the most unexpected sight.

REAL-LIFE PORN??

TBC

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