Bully stepbrother

Epilogue. Two

MADISON

While watching him walk out of the room, an idea pops into my head.

Ever since we moved here, none among us had enjoyed the full benefits of this apartment, and I am talking about the jacuzzi.

Giggling to myself, I slipped out of the dress and quickly went into the closet, pulled out the drawers, and grabbed a set of red bikini I never wore.

As I hurriedly get ready, I had to peep at the door every often. Brushed my hair, applied red lipstick, and some perfume before sneaking out of the room to the deck where the jacuzzi was wholly cold, given the time of the year.

However, I carry all intention of having Caden taste what it feels like in the water.

His whole life, he had been afraid of water, that I am sure he doesn't know how to swim.

I don't think I can erase the fear I saw in those hazel eyes when he found me under the full bathtub. It was like his soul was yanked from his body. He was scared, he never gets that scared, not even through his nightmares that were no more these days. But I vow to be right here, holding his hands as the fear fades away with time.

I set the champagne and two empty cups before unwrapping the towel from my body and drop it to the floor.

Shivering, I step into the jacuzzi, waiting for Caden to appear from the door.

When he did, with a giant woven basket in his hand, he halts, blinking.

"What are you doing?" He asked, gaping. Panic flickers in his eyes.

"I want you to trust me." I pleaded, softly.

"I do." He breathes and swallows.

"Then come in."

"It's cold, we will catch a cold."

Excuses. And I truly understand. This isn't easy for him.

"It will warm up with us." I smiled seductively. Yes, I will try everything. Even selling myself to him. He looked left and right, his brows knitted. "I think we should have a dry valentine."

"But I am wet," I smirked, slowly biting my bottom lip as I look up at him from the jacuzzi. "You want to lose the chance?"

"Fuck!" He hissed, his eyes wandered around the deck. He seems to be weighing his choices.

"Soaking wet." I kept teasing.

"Fine, I am coming in." He drops the basket to the floor and began taking off his socks, then paused halfway unbuttoned shirt, and began: "But if I- if I get in there, I am going..."

"Take me as you want," I interjected.

I would give him anything if it will comfort him.

"Deal." He agreed.

Finally slipping out of his pants, and join me in the jacuzzi.

I watch his heart throbbing as his chest rises and falls from anxiety.

Swallowing, I push back the tears in the back of my eyes, the lump in my throat, and straddle him.

"Is okay! I am here." I told him, running my wet fingers into his soft hair.

He disconnects our eyes and lowered his gaze to my neck. His heart still pounding hard, I felt it against mine.

I could only think of one way to distract him.

So I loosen the straps of my pantie, toss the little thing aside, and dug my hand into his brief.

He looked up to me, his eyes a little quizzical but not relaxed. So vulnerable, so frightened.