Evan Peters Imagines and One Shots

Stepbrother Pt. 3 18+

The second part of my plan was a success as we all sat around the table. I covered up a bit and wore a thigh-high dress that wasn't too provocative. It fit tight around my curves but covered me enough to keep Constance from having a breakdown. Covered or not, Tate couldn't stop glaring over in my direction. I guess he didn't like being teased. The rest of the blended family attempted to have a normal conversation across the table, not paying attention to the sexual tension Tate and I created in the room, all except one person.

Nothing seemed to get past Adelaide as she watched Tate and me through the corner of her eye. Tate noticed and straightened up as he knew what she was capable of and the force to be reckoned with she was. I acknowledged Tate's demeanor change as he looked at her, but when I looked at her, she smiled. I have siblings of my own, so I was terrified. It seemed we had a new restriction in our game: the opportunist sister. It surprised me how far I'd already gone through with the plan with three people around, but Addie was different. She had eyes all over the house and paid attention to every minor detail. Nothing went past her. Nine times out of ten, if you thought she hadn't noticed, that was never the case. She'd save and collect info and drop the bomb on you when she needed something. I'd heard tales from Jenny about how Addie had dirt on her for stuff she forgot she did. Adelaide Langdon had the game down to a tee and had to get it by any means. All I could do was respect it, but now I had entered dangerous territory.

"Hey, Mom, did you get home early and leave again last night," Addie questioned.

"No, the party lasted longer than expected. Why do you ask," Constance responded.

"Oh, because I could've sworn. I heard two people in the kitchen last night, but it could've just been the hearing things. You know, lately, they've been claiming our house to be haunted," she informed.

Tate placed his fork down as Addie looked at him. Everyone else's eyes went to her, except for Jenny. Jenny stared at me as she remembered that I'd gone to the kitchen last night for longer than she'd anticipated. I refused to look her in the eye and continued to eat.

"May I be excused? I'm full. Plus, I could use a nap," Tate requested.

"Sure," Constance responded.

Tate hurriedly pushed out of his seat and rushed upstairs, leaving me with the wrath of Jenny and fear of Adelaide.

"Hey, Mom, can I have the rest of what's on Tate's plate," Adelaide asked.

I finished everything on my plate and sat there for a few seconds, taking in the experience I'd had so far. The Langdons were chaotic. This was not how I'd expected to spend my weekend, and the stakes grew higher every minute. The sense to flee took over me. I needed to leave the room. I couldn't make things too obvious and follow Tate in the same direction.

"Hey, Mr. Sultan. Mrs. Langdon, I'm finished. May I be excused," I asked.

"Yeah, sure. Go on ahead," Jenny's father answered.

"Thank you," I acknowledged.

Jenny glared at me the whole time and watched my every move. I grabbed my plate, stood from the table, and went to the kitchen. The housekeeper was washing the dishes when I walked up to her. I sat the plate down on the counter.

"Hi, Miss Moira. Do you need any help," I questioned.

"Nope, thank you, though. I don't get that offer too much," she admitted.

"Oh, well, do you need help with anything else," I asked.

Moira turned to look at me as she continued to scrub plates.

"Little Adelaide has you in a frenzy, huh? Classic," Moira snickered.

My jaw dropped as I tried to remember who was in the house last night. I could've sworn Tate and I were the only two downstairs.