Like Father, Like Son

Prologue- Game starts now

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Editing now!!!!

Hey! Hey! Hey people! SOOOOOO, you've been waiting for this for so long, a sequel for 'My Step Brother Is A Player', Well here it is now! 'Like Father, Like Son':) I would probably change the title later on as I write but for now, be content with it!:P

I think you know Tristan from MSBIAP, and you know about there kid Clinton right? That cute aby who was introduced in the epilogue? How about his older sister Alex? Yeah well this is about Audrey and Tristan's kids so have fun and enjoy:)

Clinton -------> 

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"How about a kiss my darling?" I charmingly asked with a smirk while I lean on the wall with my arms crossed in front of my chest. This girl looks good enough to satisfy me tonight, she's just like them, attention whores.

"A kiss eh? But I have a boyfriend," she shyly smiled and that made me grin widely.

"He doesn't have to know babe," I caressed her cheeks which instantly blushed under my touch. This is an easy prey, she will do as I ask without hesitations, easy piecey. I hooked my hand behind her neck and pulled her face closer.

"Oh, by the way my names Kayla-" she breathed out but I just shushed her, pouting out my lips making 'shhhh' sounds, inches away from hers. I need action tonight, and I'll surely get it from this fine lady.

I can feel her uneven breath brushing against my lips, I was gonna close the gap when my mom called out my name and I slowly pulled away, kissing my teeth instead of the plump lips in front of me. "Clinton!" She said. That was. So. Fucking. Close.

The girl's eyes were still closed, waiting for the moment to happen where we make out. I sighed in disappointment while mom called me again for the second time. "Yes mother," I said in a measured tone as she stood by my side.

"Can I talk to you for a moment?" She asked, and I nodded. "And I want you to meet someone," mom turned to the girl I should've kissed, and she gave her an apologetic smile, mouthing a sorry before excusing us. This better be good because you just don't interrupt me while I'm in the middle of something.

Mom pulled me away from the sex bomb and I followed her in the kitchen where the waitress and servers were fixing the finger foods and filling up wines and champagnes on the trays. I snatched one shrimp sauté and deep it in a chilly sauce while mom took a glass of sparkling champagne.

"What do you think you were doing young man?" She said in a calculated tone.

"I was introducing myself to guest mom," I smirked then took a cream puff off the tray as if I was food testing.

"Introducing your lips, you mean," she snickered and I beamed at her.

"C'mon mom, she was hot!" Mom rolled her eyes and shook her head. I know she's proud of me.

"You're just like your dad," she smiled at the thought then on cue, dad walked in the kitchen with a wine glass in hand. He wrapped his arms around moms waist and pressed her closer to him.

"Stop harassing the guest Clinton," dad warned me as he sipped his drink.

If you're wondering, my parents are Tristan and Audrey Meyers, famous models of all time and up to this date, they're still in the business. 

"I don't harass guest," I said, taking a fried fish with a tiny amount of veggie in the side and popped it in my mouth. This food taste really good!