The Stepdad (A Chris Brown Fan Fiction)

Dinner

August had taken me to an Italian restaurant, Carabas.
"You can have anything you want" he asked while looking at me browse through the menu.
"I was going to do that anyways" I said smartly, peeking up at him through the top of the menu.

"Can I start you two off with something to drink?" Our waiter asked us.
"A sprite" I said. He looked to August. "Sweet tea"
"I'll be back with your drinks, then I will be ready to take your order." He walked off.
"You know what you getting?" August had put down his menu.
"Yeah, I know. I want the shrimp linguini."
"That's what I'm getting too."
"Copy cat" i joked.

"Do you take us seriously?" August asked me while I took a sip from my sprite.
"Yeah, but I should be asking you that!"
"What you mean? You don't think I'm serious about you?"
"Nope. I think you're playing with me."
"Dylan, I hope these thoughts have nothing to do with the Melinda situation"
"Situations" I corrected.
"It's only been 2" he spat.
"I just don't trust her"
"You don't trust me?"
"I trust you, but that has nothing to do with her. I know she likes you Aug, I can tell by the way she looks at you, and even by the way she looks at me. I don't wanna have to fuck her up. Because I will fight for what's mine." I said.
"She can try all she wants, but she's not getting me. All my attention is on you, baby. I'm not about to let some girl fuck up our relationship"
"I still don't trust her" I said as I took another sip from my drink.
"That's fine, Dylan. But don't let not trusting her, effect your trust with me"
"It won't"
I turned to the side and noticed our waiter coming with our plates.
As soon as we got our food, I dove right in. I was so hungry.
"I love a girl that can eat!" August joked.
"Shutup" I spat, while giggling.

"FaceTime me when you get home! Don't forget!" I said to August while he was standing with me on my porch.
"I'm not, I promise"
Aug grabbed my face and pulled me towards his and kissed me.
"See you later" he said walking towards his car.
"Yeah, yeah" I said opening the front door.
When I walked in the house, it was quiet, but I knew both my mom and Chris were here because their cars were outside. I checked the time on my phone.
"Fuck" I spat out as I noticed that it was 10:30. I tried to figure out a plan but it was too late.
"Dylan?" I heard a voice but couldn't figure out who it was.
"It's me" I said walking up the stairs. When I got to the top, I noticed Chris.
"Where have you been?" he whispered.
"I went to the basketball game" I walked towards my room. Chris came in behind me and closed the door.
"She's sleep. You're lucky. Why didn't you respond to my text?"
"What text? I didn't get a text." I lied.
"How dumb do you think I am, Dyl? it said that the message was read at 8:18"
"I was busy, Chris. Dang! Why does it matter?"
"Keep your voice down." he locked the door.
"What are you doing?! Get out!" I whispered loudly.
"She's sleep! Shutup" he started to walk towards me.
"Chris, I can't do this anymore" I quickly said. stepping back from him.
"What the fuck you mean you can't do this anymore Dylan?!"
"I just can't. It's not right. And I have a boyfriend now."
"Fuck him! How you gone just decide your not doing this anymore. Doesn't work like that"
"You can't make me do something that I don't wanna do"
"Alright, bet." Chris walked back towards my door. He opened it and walked out. Leaving the door open. I felt a little bad. I like having sex with Chris, but I can't keep doing that. It's horrible. I'm basically ruining my moms relationship. Also, I'm with Aug now. I don't want to cheat on him.
My thoughts were interrupted by the sound on my phone ringing.
"Hey, better answer my call" Aug said. He's so cute on FaceTime.