The Stepfather

Chapter 18

My damp hair sticks to the side of my face as I straddle Ryan's waist. I put my hands on the back of the couch as he pulls my towel away. "You're so fucking beautiful." He whispers.

His teeth graze my neck sending chills down my spine. My lips part as I'm about to say something but instead, I shriek at the sight of Dylan followed by his parents, Steven and Grace. "What?" Ryan asks, looking over his shoulders.

"Your family." I say, my cheeks burning bright red.

I pull the towel over me and stand up. Ryan stands and clears his throat. Before he can say anything, Dylan speaks. "You're screwing your stepdaughter?" He smirks. "Cool."

"Go to your room, Dylan." Steven demands.

He groans as he walks away. Ryan glances at me over his shoulder. "Go wait in my room for me, please."

I nod, then silently obey. As I climb the stairs, I wonder what his parents will do. Will they make me leave?

After putting on pajamas, which are simply shorts and one of Ryan's t-shirts, I sit on the bed. Minutes pass before Ryan comes in, closing the door behind him. I can't read his facial expression so I am unsure of what to do. He pulls off his shirt and pushes his jeans down, stepping out of them. "Let's get some sleep." He says.

I crawl under the covers and he lays down next to me. "Do you wanna talk about it?" I ask.

"I told him everything." He says quietly.

"Was he pissed?"

"Of course he was. I told him I didn't want the business if he was gonna make me settle down first." He sighs.

"What about me?" I ask quietly.

"After I explained everything, they didn't really care." He shrugs.

"Is your dad gonna let you work at the business still?"

"Yeah. He's gonna loan me some money to get an apartment. I was hoping you'd come with me." He says with a small smile.

I grin. "I thought you'd never ask. If you would've taken any longer, I would've been living with Owen again."

He frowns. "Good thing I asked."

I press my lips against his. "I love you."

He smiles. "I love you too. Goodnight, baby."

"Night, babe." I smile.

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The next morning we shower and get dressed. "Are your parents here?" I ask, putting on a dress.

"Yeah. My mom's making breakfast." He says, pulling on his shirt.

I sit on his bed as I begin brushing my hair. "I think I'll stay with Owen until you move into an apartment."

He furrows his eyebrows. "No. Why would you want to do that?"

"I don't want to but I definitely don't want to stay here."

"Why not?" He asks, gradually getting upset.

I toss my brush on the bed and stand up, placing my hands on his shoulders. "We shouldn't talk about this right now."

"Why?" He frowns.

"Because you have a bit of a temper. And sometimes you don't think before you do or say something."

"Whatever. Let's go."

He tries to walk away but I hold him, pressing my body against his. "You're mad."