Stepmom

Chapter One

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"HE WHAT?!" My best friend, Crystal, shouted and about died from laughter. Ha, wouldn't that be ironic. A gold-digger dying before her husband. After the whole kitchen incident I threw on some clothes and got the hell out of there. Today was my once chance to prove to my stepson that I was a classy person, but no he walks in seeing my ass drinking liquor, literally. I don't think I can ever go back home.

"Shut up!" I groan playfully rolling my eyes at her. Crystal and I met at a country club where both our husbands dragged us to watch them play golf. Crystal and I quickly became good friends even though we're pretty much opposites. Crystal is your typical gold-digger, no offense Crystal. Blonde hair, fake tits, and her full time profession is shopping. If Crystal ever runs away the first place I'll ever look is in a Channel store.

"Is he hot at least?" She grins at me. I couldn't get this face out of my mind. Blonde hair, green eyes, and a younger hotter version of his father. I wished I could go back in time and put some clothes on when I was in my closet. I had enough. Maybe he'll be gone when I get back. But how could I explain that to my husband? And what kind of person am I, wishing my stepson to disappear.

"No. I have a husband, I don't look at other men. Especially his son." I laugh checking my phone for the hundredth time. I was paranoid David was going to call screaming and demanding to know what happened. The whole situation was bad news.

"Maybe you can marry David's son when he dies! Keep yourself in the family." She teases me. I'm sure that's what Crystal would do is Harold had any sons. We chat a while longer till I finally decide to get back home. The ride home seemed shorter than usual, even as I went a little under the speed limit. My stomach was in knots as I unlocked the front door.

"Hey, mom!" Chanler, David's son, yelled as I walked into the dining room where he and a friend were eating Chinese food that was spread around the table.

"Hello guys." I blushed sitting down on the table and checking out Chanler's friend who was equally as hot at Chanler. I mentally slapped myself, I shouldn't be having these thoughts.

"We're just fueling up before hitting the club." Chanler's friend winks at me shoving a fork full of noodles into his mouth.

"Do you want to go? Or are you too young?" Chanler asks me as I blush. His father always teases me about the things I can't do. Why can't we focus on the things I can do? Like buy cigarettes.

"Dude, it doesn't matter is she's not old enough. She's hot enough." Chanler's friend nods to himself as he looks me over head to toe. This is totally inappropriate. Why can't I have a normal stepmother and friend relationship with these people? Oh yeah, maybe because they're both older than me.

"Don't talk like that, Devin. That's my mom." Chanler laughs throwing a plastic spoon at his friend which hits h directly in the eye.

"Stepmom." I correct more for myself than him, I didn't want some guy who I've been checking out to call me mom. Nope. No way. Too weird.

"Still a milf." Devin adds. We stay like that for awhile, sitting at the table and laughing at Devin's horrible flirting until they leave to go clubbing.

As I climb into bed I think about Chanler and feel bad so I decide to text his father.

Hey hubby, miss you....-tiff

Miss you 2, I know it's late there. Go to bed -David Brooks

You're so bossy ;) -tiff

Oh, just wait till I get back ;) -David Brooks

Goodnight. I love you. Behave yourself out there-tiff

With that I put my phone on the charger and fell into a deep sleep, only to be woken up a few hours later by it ringing.

"Hello?" I groan into the phone and pulling the silk bed sheets around me.

"Mom? It's me!" Chanler yells into the phone almost causing me to go deaf. He was obviously drunk it was- 3:47 in the morning.

"Where are you?" I ask, putting him on speaker phone, and throwing on a pair of sweatpants and a tank top. Now I really felt a middle aged woman going to pick up her son from a bar.

"North Star!" He shouts over the loud party music and hangs up. There's about a zillion clubs in L.A so when I got into my car I had to put in the GPS. It took about a half hour to get to the club and the whole time I thought of how I could still be cuddled up in my bed. When I pulled up to the club it was closed and Chanler was sitting on the sidewalk, a blonde bimbo stuck to his side. She looked like a miniature Crystal. I wondered if they were related.

"Let's go." The blonde slurred holding onto Chanler as I guided him to the car.

"Oh no, you're not going." I say, pushing her back onto the sidewalk and away from my car.

"Don't fucking touch me! I'll sue!" She slurs as I ignore her as she continues slurring stupid things as I get Chanler and myself into the car. I thought when I married a grown man I wouldn't have to take care of anybody, but apparently I have to take care of his son.

"You're so pretty." Chanler slurs as we pull away from the club and in a few minutes was passed out snoring loudly. I try to shake him as we pull into the long driveway, but to no use. I felt like I was pulling a tree up the stairs. For the first time ever I wished we had a smaller house. I threw him on the bed in the guest bedroom next to my room just in case he chokes on his own puke, and you know, dies. I take off his shoes and pull the covers over him thinking he deserves the hungover he's going to have in the morning.

I walk back into my room and fall into the big bed, pulling the silk sheets around me. I hoped this wasn't going to be an every night thing.