Forbidden Fruit •Timothee Chalamet (Stepbrother)

52.Perfect Fit

(Warning: extreme sexual content,smut,violence,gore.) ♡ long chapter,comment and vote ♡

When I get home, I can't shake the thoughts of Timothée from my mind.I can't stop thinking about him and the strong lingering attraction I still have for him. No matter how many years have passed, when I'm around him, I seem to revert to my old ways. I turn into an infatuated mess. Every nerve, every inch of my body, responds to his presence in a way that I had forgotten. Or at least tried to forget. It's powerful, it's all consuming,and it's like nothing I've ever experienced with someone else.

His voice, his touch, his mere presence is enough to make me want to repeat all the same mistakes all over again.

I'm pulled from my thoughts by the sound of the door slamming.

I look up and Ansel stands there, looking furious, and his voice is filled with anger as he storms over to me. "What the hell, Amelia? You just left me there and ran off? Do you how how damn embarrassing it was for you to just disappear like that?".

I'm already frustrated and stressed and his tone is only adding to my annoyance. "Trust me, Ansel. Tonight was way more embarrassing for me than it was for you," I reply with a deep sigh.

Ansel looks at me with irritation as I answer. "I know Timothée came after you. I saw him leave. What did he say to you? "he asks me, his voiced laced with suspicion.

I can feel my patience becoming thin as he continues to question me. "Not much," I respond with a shrug. "He was just sharing in the humiliation of all of our personal moments being shown on the big screen." I say to him sarcastically but then my tone becomes more defiant.

"I am allowed to talk to him, Ansel." I say firmly. "Just because we haven't spoken for years doesn't mean I have to follow whatever restrictions THAT YOU find appropriate."

Ansel looks at me with concern as he continues to try to persuade me, "He's not good news Amelia. He's always been a liability for you and dragged you down. Now with this whole 'cult leader' stuff, he's even more of a danger." I can feel the determination in his voice.

This is his attempt to scare me into avoiding Timothée. But little does he know, there's a part of me that feels a rush at the thought of Timothée's dangerous side.

"I'm a big girl. I can take care of myself." I say nonchalantly. "Timothée doesn't scare me. I've known him my whole life."

"You don't him anymore Amelia." He says, his face serious. "I know what goes on at the undergrounds. I know who he is now. You don't know anything." His words leave me confused and kind of mad. What has seen that I haven't? What does he know about Timothée that I don't?

"Actually, I was thinking about giving the undergrounds a visit. I'm curious to know what goes on down there and clearly my whole family is still involved. I can't run away from it forever. It's part of who I am." I stand my ground, unafraid of his inevitable outrage.

"What?" He exclaims, his voice filled with incredulity. "You're going to visit the cult?" His disbelief quickly turns to sarcasm. "Did Timothée give you this bright idea?" I ignore Ansel and he asks yet another question, "When are you going?"

"Tomorrow." I respond shortly and Ansel's anger is clear, almost bursting from his eyes.

"Okay Amelia." He says, an edge to his voice." I see how it is. Have fun seeing the true side of Timothée tomorrow. I hope you enjoy yourself."

With that, Ansel leaves, slamming the door behind him, and I'm left feeling conflicted. The thought of calling Timothée enters my mind and I impulsively reach for my phone. It's like my hands have a mind of their own all of the sudden. I don't know what's taken over me.