BRAZEN OBSESSION[[coming soon]]

3) My porn in his hands

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LISE'S POV
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Nothing happened.
Nothing happened.
I convinced myself as I walked into the dining room for breakfast. Dylan was there as usual, seated next to his cousin, Ash, who had been living with us for the past year after his father lost his life to a heart attack. Unlike Dylan, Ash was always very respectful and didn't isolate me openly. But he also wasn't an extrovert, meaning he kept most things to himself.

I did once in a while try to talk to him about life just to make him feel comfortable in this 'palace,' for I knew how lonely it could get as an outsider. But our talks were light and brief.

Today, Dylan gave me a small smile. No. A smirk. One that said, 'I know what you did'.
I swallowed hard and ignored it to sit on the other side, a seat away from Chris'.

Kate came in half a minute after me, bringing with her a servant who brought my food.
As it was being set before me, my phone dinged, drawing my attention to it.
I picked it up to check who was bothering me so early. Seeing Dylan's name, I frowned to myself but unlocked the screen anyway.
I made a mistake. A mistake of opening his chat.
I gasped, taken aback, and my phone grabbed the chance to flee from my hand. Luckily, it fell on my lap, avoiding any damage.

"Are you okay?" Ash asked, followed by Dylan's teasing remark.

"She must be excited now that we're starting our final year. Right, Mom?"

"Mom!" Ash exclaimed surprised as everyone in the room, myself included.
We all stared questioningly at him for he had uttered something he had never before.
In all of our six years together, never, not once did Dylan ever address me as his 'mom' with anyone around. He had been acting weird since last night.
Argh! The little bastard had kissed me. How had I forgotten that?

"Aren't you late for school?" I shot back, dismissing the aura he was radiating that screamed, unhinged, and bratty.

"School can wait for me. Nobody will breathe a word even if I miss."

I secretly clenched my jaw, my hand picking and turning my phone up. With glances, I peeked at the photo Dylan had sent me. It was me, all naked and grinning like a fucking fool on Dylan's bed.
Could these be the photos Chris spoke of?
Knowing Dylan's dislike for me, he had probably used my phone to send the photos to Chris and then deleted the messages. The little fucker had set me up.

I just felt grateful for Chris's ignorance about the things around him, for he hadn't noticed that the covers were different from ours. Bless his blissful cluelessness.

My fingers moved at lightning speed to delete the photo and then acted as if I had seen nothing.
But when I started eating, it dinged again.

I glared at Dylan without even looking down at my phone which was still sitting on my lap.
He stared back smirking. As his lips parted to say something or to grin, the door opened and firm footsteps made their way into the room.

'Act normal. Act normal. He doesn't know.'
Acting normally meant that I had to bring back the anger that had made me mess up last night. Where the hell had he been on my birthday?
Did he think that morning sex would make me forget of his absence?

"You look gorgeous," Chris complimented smiling at me after he had sat.

I didn't give much of a reaction. Of course I knew I was pretty and attractive to most men. So such compliments would not sway my heart to overlook his mistakes.

For the rest of the breakfast, everything was normal. Dylan didn't say anything out of line, and Ash just nodded and answered anything he was asked. He was such an obedient teenager; why hadn't he been the stepson?

"Do you want me to drive you to wo-"

"That won't be necessary, Dad; Lise is riding me," Dylan blurted, making us frown questioningly in his direction. "I mean riding  'with' me," he corrected himself, but I could still pick up his provoking tone. His dad missed it because no father would think much of it.

"Are you su-"

"Go to work Chris. I'm fine by myself. Just like last night." I didn't hide my annoyance towards him. Letting him know that no sex or gifts would ease my disappointment and anger.
I picked up my purse from the couch and turned to leave when his hand took my arm.

"Lise."

Ash had already left the house and Dylan was waiting at the double doors. He tilted the side of his head towards us. With the light infiltrating the living room from the doors he stood close to, his posture gave him a thug-like demeanor. Especially with the sore tinge in his eyes.

"Dylan's waiting for me." I shrugged my arm off his hold.
Taking two steps forward, I stopped and turned around. "I forgot to tell you; I'll be running late tonight. My colleagues have a little party planned for me."

Chris' face grimaced with a familiar emotion that I disregarded. Just spun around with grace, letting my long blue pleated skirt swirl before walking off.

Ignoring Dylan as well, I hurried towards the garage to pick a car for the day.
"Hey? Hey?"
'Ignore him. Ignore his ass,' I said while walking. They both didn't deserve my attention today. If it was Ash, I would have listened to what he had to say without any hesitation.

"Dammit Lise!" Dylan's hiss filled my ears right before I was grabbed and turned around forcefully. He then pushed me against the wall right next to the open garage door. Thankfully, we were inside, and nobody could see us. But there were still CCTV cameras here. Just thinking about them made me restless.
"Why are you running from me after all that we did last nig-" I covered his mouth shut and glanced to the side to spot anyone that might have been approaching.

Dylan yanked my wrist down, uncovering his mouth to say, "I have evidence that could bring your whole career and life down, Lise. All the photos and videos of you in my bed can ruin your entire life if I want to."

I scoffed. "Are you trying to scare me? Do you think I'll fall for your-"

"Videos of you having sex with the dad. Think about how famous you'll become if I upload them on porn sites. Do you want me to make you a star?"

I pushed him away with all of my might, completely forgetting about the cameras. "I have somewhere to be. If you're this idle, get yourself a few more girlfriends like your damn father and leave me the fuck-"

He pressed his hand on my mouth, shoving the back of my head against the hard surface with brute force.
I winced from the pain but ended with a terrible scowl directed up at the face that was Chris's image.

He took out his phone, tapped it a few times, and then turned it around to show it to me.
"Ah! Harder! Harder! Fuck me..." The moans went on as the video of Chris fucking me played.
I tore my stunned eyes from the screen to land on Dylan. This little fucker wasn't lying. But, where did he get such an erotic video from?
Could it be that he had been, secretly recording us?

I brought both of my hands around his wrist to pull it down when he released me on his accord. "Think about the repercussions, Lise. You're a smart woman, you should understand that I'm in a position of peer while you're the weak one here. If Dad finds out about us, what do you think he'll do?"

The creases in my forehead increased.

"Do you know what happened to those mistresses he had before? Every time those whores found out that he is married, they-" Dylan moved his mouth down to my ear, enveloping me with his strong cologne, "-disappeared without a trace."

The lump inside my throat doubled.
Could the light rumors that had spread around three years ago about Chris be true?
'No. This boy is just messing with you.'