After a week...

I have been in this house a week now, and I could boldly say, since the time I married Mr Fernandez, I haven't laid my eyes on him. He left me with his chief servant the same day I stepped into the house as his wife. Now, I feel like an abandoned good left in the house to be taken care of by an old woman. 

Nanny Elsa had been so good to me. She treated me much as if she was taking care of her own daughter. At times, whenever I needed someone to talk to, she would always sit there beside me to listen to whatever I wish to say. She would tell me 'It's okay, everything happens for a reason'. She would hold my hands tenderly and talk to me. Her presence makes me feel so much at ease. At least, for now. 

But at times, I get scared. I am always scared the boss is going to come home to claim me as his wife. I am scared he is going to treat me indifferently and make sure I go through hell, and it has been a week now - I am scared.  

I walked out of my room, ready to go to the dining table to have my breakfast when I saw something unusual. The maids were going to and fro, making sure everything was well tidied.

I was lost for a while, then instantly came to a realization. Is this boss back? 

I felt my legs turn into jelly, my hands soaking cold, sweat on my forehead, infact, I almost forgot how to breathe. 

This is not happening! 

I found my way sluggishly towards the dining room to meet Nanny Elsa and some of the maids working tirelessly. There were several delicacies on the dining table, as if they were aiming to impress a powerful figure who must be coming over today. 

"Nan...Nanny? What's going on?" I had to summon the courage to ask, "Why are there so many foods?" 

"The young boss is back home." 

"Sorry, who?" 

"I heard my father got a new wife." I heard a thick voice behind me. 

A young man walked to me, a pair of black irises devoid of emotions, his jet black hair swept to the side, his chin shaved neat, he was also more of a hunk than a natural man. 

Then I realized the man standing in front of me was the same as the man who saved me at the club a day before my wedding.  

I cannot believe this is happening. 

I was caught staring at him as he took a seat in front of me. 

"Ma'am Selina!!!" I didn't realize Nanny had been calling me until the last shout which rang in my head. 

"Y..yes, yes?" 

"Please, take your seat." 

"Yea...yeah...sure. I...sorry...I will." I ended up saying gibberish, before I finally took a seat three chairs away from his. 

He was the first to pick up the cutleries, without saying anything. 

He took a bite from the steak, lifted up his head to look at me, caught me while I was intensely staring at him.

I quickly took away my eyes, turned my concentration on the meal.  

"Interesting." I could hear him mutter. 

Wait, what is interesting about this? I precisely met the man I never knew was the son of my husband. Does that mean I am his stepmother? But he looks so much older than I am his stepmom. I am short, small, and most especially, I am twenty. He looked like he was in his late twenties. 

I picked up the glass of water in front of me, then gulped it at a go. 

"Are you scared?" 

"N...no!!" It came out in a yell. I quickly covered my mouth, embarrassed. 

He clicked his cup with a spoon, "Table manners please." 

* 

After breakfast, he was the first to leave the dining area. After I was sure, he left completely, "Why didn't you tell me Mr Fernandez has a son?" 

"I had..." 

I didn't allow her to finish with her words, "And why didn't you tell me he was coming today?" 

"Ma'am Selina, I didn't know he was even coming back to this house, it was a surprise, and I am really sorry, I should have told you he has a son." 

"He is really Mr Fernandez's son?!" It was still unbelievable. 

"Yes he is. He has two other daughters too." 

So, I am really a stepmother. I stood up from the chair, and quickly found my way out of the dining area. 

"Hello." 

I took a halt when I  heard that deep voice right behind me. I felt my heart fleeing out of my chest, and my pulse retaliating. I don't really feel myself anymore. 

I slowly turned around to see him standing by the stairs, holding a glass of wine I was sure he picked from the bar. 

This man, I once had a strong crush on him when he first saved me from the claws of the drunk man. I thought if I would see him again, perhaps we would be friends, definitely not this kind of way. I never expected him to be the son of the semi-unknown man I married. 

He gently walked down the stairs. I swear I felt my throat tied. 

"Calm down beautifully." He chuckled. "Hi." He stretched his hand forward, waiting for me to accept it. "I am Adrian." 

I gently nodded, accepted his handshake, still speechless. "I will be glad if you can tell me your name too." 

"Selena. My name is S...Selina." 

"Selina, nice name. I guess we will be seeing ourselves more often now, stepmother." 

No...he shouldn't call me that. I am just twenty. I am too young to be a grown-up's stepmother. 

"Selina?" I could hear his voice in my head. I lifted up my head to look at his face, then at our hands which were still together, "You seem lost. What were you thinking about." 

"I...just nothing. Nothing. I am thinking about nothing." Oh no, gibberish again.  

"Right, okay." Then did I let him go, a smile appeared on his handsome face.  "I..um...I need to go now. I have...some...somethings to sort out." 

"Okay, I will be seeing you later then."

"Okay." I fled up the other stairs into my room.

Later that night...

Adrian's POV: 

I never expected to meet the new wife my father got married to this quickly. 

So, after that old man killed my mother, he decided to get married to a very young girl to replace her? 

And what was Julianne and Kathy saying? I angrily smashed the cup I was holding, rising up on my feet. 

How could they be satisfied that their father got married to another woman just after leaving our own mother? 

It was just a week since mother died, and Dad used that fucking opportunity to get married to a younger lady who looks as if she is just eighteen or seventeen. 

I angrily glared at the shards on the floor, as the servants were packing it up. 

Did my dad just get married to an underage girl just to make sure I get pissed off?

   That motherfucking asshole of a father! 

I sighed, raised to look up the stairs if I could see her anywhere, but she was nowhere to be found. 

I filled up two glasses of whiskey. 

Of course she would love to have a glass, wouldn't she? 

I met her at a club before. Of course she would love to take a sip. 

        I walked up the stairs. 

    "Good day s..." 

    "Where is her room?" 

The servant pointed at the room right opposite mine. 

      A grin appeared on my face.  

Father made a very bad mistake installing the sheep there, beside the wolf's den. 

      I got to the door, knocked. 

She didn't answer at first, then I knocked again. 

         "Nanny Elsa, is that you?" 

I could hear her hurried footsteps, then a click— she opened the door. She was in her pajamas, her hair - wet. And very well, I could see her pink nipples standing right in the pajamas she was wearing. 

She looks extremely small. Is she really seventeen? She looks 5'0 feet tall, or perhaps 4'8? 

"Oh, goddess." She quickly wrapped her arms around her chest. She caught me red-handed, but did I care? NO!

     I stepped in, didn't wait for her to tell me to come in. "Sir?" 

  I coated my face with a smile, as I playfully clicked her forehead with my index finger. 

She raised her brows, wondering why I did that. 

  "I didn't see you downstairs all day. I was worried about you."

Her face screamed, 'YOU WERE WORRIED ABOUT ME?!' 

   "I...um...I...was just here. Here. Yes." 

Immediately she said that, she slammed her hand on her forehead, obviously embarrassed. 

"It's okay. Would you like a drink?" 

She shook her head. "No, I don't drink." 

 Lie!

I clicked her head again. "Do you really want me to say it?" 

     "Say what?" She looked confused. 

  "Have you really forgotten where I met you the last time?" 

Her face immediately became glum. She never expected I would catch her right where I wanted to.  "Or should I remind you?" 

    "I...uh... I...I was forced there. You know, it was my birthday then, so I was forced to go there by my friends, and I couldn't say no to them..." She chuckled, sounding embarrassed. "Gosh, I am saying rubbish again." 

    "So, what should I do about this then? I brought it, for us to have a toast. You wouldn't say no to me, would you?" 

   "Bu..but I don't..." 

I forced it in her hand. "A drink won't hurt. Just a drink, and I promise, you won't get drunk." 

She finally freed her chest, dropping her left hand. 

       What a nice view. 

  I clicked my glass with hers, waiting for her to drink up, but she was still hesitating. 

I took a sip from mine, waiting for her to drink too. 

She faked a smile at me, looked back at the drink, before drinking it all up. 

       She coughed out.

"Ah, good." I collected the glass from her. "Told you it will be alright. Look at you, are you drunk?"

She shook her head in reply. 

"Which means you can take another one." I gave her my drink to take. 

I would really love it if she gets drunk. Some stuff she would need to spill, some things I would love to hear from her own mouth. 

"But..." 

"I promise you won't get drunk. I can drink the whole bottle without getting crazy. Trust me, two shots wouldn't even make you tipsy." 

     But she already looks tipsy from that one glass she took. 

She took down the drink at a go, coughed again before giving back the glass to me. 

     "Told you two glasses won't kill." 

    "I...um...I feel a little bit tipsy though." 

   "Promise you will feel very okay soon." 

I sat on the chair. She looks entertaining and quite funny too. 

"It's such a small world. I started another conversation. I remembered saving you at the club before, and now, the beautiful lady I saved, ended up being my stepmom." 

"Um, Adrian?"

"Yes?" 

"Can I have another glass please?" 

I raised my brows in surprise. "Another glass?" 

"Yes, please."

Well, that was unexpected. 

   She took two more glasses of whiskey which was what I never expected. I never expect her to drink more than two glasses. 

She giggled, playing with the small content of wine remaining. "I feel so happy today. Today, I d... drank a lot of alcohol." 

Maybe this was the right content she needed to drink for her to spill it all. 

She lifts her face to look at mine, her eyes lit up. 

   "You are way TOO handsome to be true, Adrian." 

"Yeah, I get that a lot. So, what is your plan after today." 

"Two plans I have after tonight. One, run away;  Two, fuck you." She laughed. "I would love to fuck you." 

        I lift my brows. "Really?" 

       She nodded. 

"Um um, you are too delicious not to eat." 

   "Do you love my dad?" 

"Hell no! Damnit!! I don't!" Just what I wanted to hear. 

"So do you want his money?" 

       She tilted her head.

 "Who doesn't want money?" Then she grinned, "And who doesn't want you?"

She crawled onto my arm, her tongue seductively licked the lower lip, her eyes stuck on my abs. 

"Do you really want to fuck me?" I purposely asked again. 

"I already told you..you are...ahh..." She grinned her lower part on my torso, her breath hagged as she moaned silently against my ear. "You are so handsome." She completed her words, another moan accompanied with it. 

"I have a girlfriend." 

"I promise you it is just for..." She pulled my chin towards hers, her lips set at mine. "It's just for tonight. Nobody is going to know the evil we did tonight. It is just between the both of us." She wrapped her arms around my neck looking more real like the hot stripper I saw the last time at the club. "You wouldn't go on telling other people what we are going to do, right?" 

I shook my head, "one more glass, my darling?" 

Well, I thought I was the one who wanted to stop her, I guess my body wanted more of her insanity and her crazy grinding. "Do I?" She chuckled, swept away from my body and took the drink herself, drank it up at a go. 

She went back to sit on my torso, her pink nipples standing erect at my face. "If you want it, you can have it." She muttered, referring to her pointed aroused nipples.

Gosh! My stepmother wants me to fuck her. 

And behold, I didn't hesitate to take off her top. 

Wow! Even Becca isn't as full as she is. 

She is fucking hot.

I wrapped my hands around her breasts, pulled the nipples playfully. 

She released a moan and a chuckle, her hands also reaching out for the buttons of my shirt. 

I replaced my right hand with my lips, sucked the beautiful peaches staring right at me. 

Fuck this! Is she a virgin? She had no milk coming from it, and she kept shaking. 

I saw my shirt swing off my body. Geez! She succeeded in taking off my shirt. 

"Do you really want to fuck me, step mother?" 

"Yes, I want to. So badly. Please make me scream." 

"But you are a virgin." 

"You talk too much." She pushed me, catching me off guard. 

I laid on the bed, a grin appeared on her face and she looked at me lustfully. Her huge boobs were staring at me, begging me for a squeeze. And as a bad boy I was, I wrapped my hands around her breasts and massaged it. 

She took my hands off, pushed her body towards my abs and started licking it. 

Gosh, Becca doesn't know how to do this! 

"Who is Becca?" She heard that? 

"My girlfriend." 

"Forget about her and concentrate on me instead."

"Okay." 

She went for my belt and pulled it off at once. She rubbed her hand around my bulge, supposed to see how aroused I am.  

Gosh, she is such an amateur in this. I turned her around like a little child and pulled her hand behind her head, capturing her between my legs. 

I licked her pink nipples again, pulled her pants off, then her panties. 

I didn't hesitate to take off my trousers too. I just want to get this done once and for all. 

"Wait!" She suddenly stopped me. I raised my brows and looked at her, wondering why she asked me to wait, knowing she was the one who wanted this the most. "I am a virgin." 

"I know." 

"I heard th...the first time is pain..." I didn't allow her to complete her sentence when I pushed my dick inside her. 

She screamed in pain and quickly, I pulled myself out of her. 

I have never fucked a virgin before. Infact, Becca was never a virgin when I first saw her in the industry. "Sorry." I couldn't help but apologize. 

"Please go on." 

This time I didn't thrust into her, Instead, I pushed my middle finger into her and teased her. 

"Argh!" She moaned, pulled her hand away from the back of her head, grabbed the shits instead. "please." 

I went faster, made sure she was already wet. I pushed another finger inside her. "Arghh, Adrian!" She screamed in pleasure. 

She pulled her head up, pulled my face towards her lips and kissed me. 

I responded to her kiss, still continuing on what I was doing to her body. 

When I saw she was already jerking, I pulled my hand away and pushed my length inside her. 

She yelled again in pain, but I didn't pull out this time. 

I continued thrusting into her whole, until I went in full. The white sheet is stained, but that didn't stop me from fucking her. 

"Fuck!" She cursed. She is fucking tight and I loved it so much. I don't fucking want to stop. 

I heard my phone ring, but I ignored it. Whoever it was, I would be calling him back tomorrow or perhaps after this. I don't care even if it is work. 

I turned her over, and made her go on four.

I pushed into her from behind and again, she yelled but I couldn't stop. 

"Please..." 

"I know, but I cannot. Arghh!" I groaned, grabbed her boobs and continued thrusting into her mercilessly. 

"Argh, Adrian. Please.." 

"Oh fuck!" I was already releasing..

I roughly pulled out of her and spilled my seed on her back. 

I turned her around, and pulled her face for her to look at me.

"I want to be yours Adrian. Can you just leave your girlfriend and love me instead." 

"Fuck!" I scowled. "You tell me, you want to ruin our family lives, don't you?" I asked and she slowly shook her head. 

"Your father wants to ruin my life instead. However, I am going to be rich under him, but unfortunately I want your dick, instead of his." 

"Oh really?" I raised my brows in surprise. I grabbed her hair, pushed her down to my erected dick, and pushed my whole length into her mouth. 

She gagged, but I didn't stop fucking her little pouty lips. 

I pulled out, turned her around and thrust in again from behind mercilessly.