BRAZEN OBSESSION[[coming soon]]

1) An intimate gift

The delicate moans of a woman slipped out of the room through the crack of the doorway that had accidentally been left open.
They made their way to the shadowy figure standing outside the door in the dim hallway. As the thin strip of light fell on the person watching the two people having wild sex inside the room, the teen's expression turned both flushed and angry.
He wanted to look away from the erotic scene playing a distance from where he stood, but seeing the pair of round breasts bouncing playfully as the man fucked the woman, his body refused to respond to his brain.

And within two minutes, he felt a familiar fullness down in his pajama pants.
Upon looking down, he glared at the tent rising steadily and firmly than ever.
He at first cursed himself for getting hard from seeing his father fuck his stepmother, but as the moans turned fervent, Dylan's guilt vanished.
They should have kicked the door, he said, shifting the blame to his parents rather than accepting he was being perverted by peeking at them when he should have hurried away.

He only snapped back to reality when he heard his father groan out, "I'm going to cum deep in this slutty pussy!"

That was not something he wanted to witness. And so, with calculated steps, he rushed off down three doors to where his room was and dashed in.
"Fuck!" he breathed combing through his black hair as his back rested on the closed door. "Do they even remember that I exist?"

He clenched his jaw every time he remembered how blatantly his father had declared that he was going to remarry two years ago on his thirteenth birthday, ruining the moment for him.
Without even bothering to know anything about the stepmother, Lise, Dylan had developed a deep hatred for her for everything she had done and not done.
And if that was not enough, she transferred schools and began teaching in his high school.

His complaints about being moved were ignored by his father, who now seemed to care more about his stepmom than about him.
But thankfully, Lise promised to keep it a secret that she was his stepmother from the school. A promise he feared she might break and embarrass him.

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LISE'S POV
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I stared blankly at the lit candles on the birthday cake sitting in front of me.
Where had it gone wrong?
I thought I had it all figured out: marry a rich man, pursue my passion for teaching, have a loving family, have a great marriage, and eventually, have my own kids. But out of all those dreams, only one was in track; my career.

It had been six years of my marriage, and my husband, Chris, had cheated three times already. And now I couldn't even get to him on my birthday. All I found were some expensive gifts he had bought and asked his secretary to bring them home.
The other person I could call family hated me to his core for 'coming' between him and his father.

Honestly, I was only staying here for the money now. There was no love between us. Not from the start, and not now.
Chris had married me just so he could get his inheritance from his grandmother.
One could call it a contract.
And to keep us together, she forced him to sign a contract that would have him lose a solid fifty billion dollars in compensation should he dare divorce me.

But if I voluntarily divorced him, I would would only get five hundred million dollars.

When I got selected from the many girls who had applied for the 'job', I didn't think too much about the money and just wanted to get in bed with a hot and successful man who was the fantasy of any sane girl. Like a man straight from the Wattpad novels I so loved losing myself in when I wasn't busy teaching.
It was honestly a fantasy come to life. He had thick black hair, a pair of turquoise eyes that seemed to see right through to my soul, a firm masculine jaw with a slight stubble on it, six foot nine tall, a great sense of fashion, and, of course, very rich.

I had fallen stupidly in love within the first two dates and was ready to spread my legs on the third. We then got married a month later and had crazy sex in almost every room in this house. But, the novelty of the passionate sex wore off pretty quickly.
Maybe to him, I was just another woman he conquered.

My feelings for him after only three years had gone from ninety percent to...ten percent.
Now I was hanging here for the money, waiting for him to go ahead and divorce me.

No, I would not initiate the divorce and walk away with only a mere five hundred million dollars from a family empire worth five trillion dollars. They dealt with technology and had created a new dating app called ChemiQuest which saw their consumer base rocket like never before. Chris had been part of that project, earning him enough recognition from his grandmother to let him inherit major shares within the family businesses.

Even though we had been married for this long, nobody knew of it except for our families.
I didn't disclose the news for I wanted to live a normal life, or as normal as possible. My career was the only normal thing despite Chris having bodyguards watch me in secrecy to ensure my safety.

I leaned closer to the countertop and blew the candles that were starting to melt unchecked. "Happy thirtieth birthday, Lise."

With a sad smile, I picked up the knife to cut the cut when a still shadow by the kitchen doorway caught my attention.
I gasped, almost falling off the high stool, but was saved by the next stool.

It moved its hand, flipping the switch to flood the room with bright light.

"Dylan? What are you-"

"Aren't you a little stingy, Lise? We live in the same house, but you can't even invite me for a piece of cake," he spoke, walking towards me with an empty glass in his hand and an odd smile on his red lips.

I turned my head away, dismissing his presence. As always, he just never missed an opportunity to tease me.

And to avoid any confrontation, I pushed the whole cake in his direction while getting up. The only thing that I needed was the bottle of champagne that had come with the gifts.
I picked it up, ready to walk off.
"Leaving so soon?"

"You wanted cake, right? You can have it. I'm in no mood to-"

"Wait!" he snapped dashing in my path to block me.
At only nineteen, he was already seven foot one. Making him the tallest in the house, family, and staff alike.
"Lise," he called inclining slightly. His turquoise eyes lit up strangely. "I have prepared a gift for you. Do you want to have it? You can't turn me down, Lise, this is the first gift I have carefully prepared for you all this while. If you accept it, I might just accept you in the family."

Gawd! This kid!
I had stayed with them six whole years and he thought of telling me this now?

Wanting to end this interaction as quickly as possible, I put the bottle back down and asked, "Where is it?"
His hands held nothing and his shorts didn't seem heavy at all. It couldn't be under the oversized black T-shirt, right?

Dylan stepped closer, his eyes caging mine.
"Close your eyes, Lise."

I frowned. "Wh-"

"Just do it."

Unsuspiciously, I obeyed, holding my breath to hear his every move.
With my senses all alert, a pair of large warm hands suddenly cupped my face before a pair of soft lips were pressed on mine.
My body jerked to jump away, gasping in the process. But this opened up my mouth, giving Dylan's tongue access to deepen the kiss.

He wasn't gentle at all. He was forcing his lips on mine and his tongue on mine. Using his hands to hold me against him, rubbing our bodies together as I helplessly struggled to get away from him in my satin night dress.

****An alternative begining. 😁******