I didn't think I'd be waking up in my husband's house this early, considering my age, but here I was. In the most beautiful house I've ever laid my eyes on, enjoying the peace and quiet of the Sunday morning. But that wasn't all I was excited about. 

Last evening, Mary had assured me that I would meet Ace today, but before we could talk more about him, Scott had walked in, she left, and I was all alone with my husband, for the very first time. 

I turned to the side, but Scott wasn't on the bed. So, I exhaled softly, but my chest still felt tight because no matter how I tried, I couldn't shake the memory of last night. 

Scott walked in, and Mary excused us. He walked slowly towards me, one hand in his pocket and the other running through his hair. I sat cross-legged on the bed. My heart pounding loudly in my chest. When he finally got closer to me, he sat at the edge of the bed, his eyes locked on mine. 

"You are a beautiful girl, Sabrina," he murmured. His deep voice sent shivers down my spine. "But you make an even more beautiful wife." 

"Uh... thank you?" I said quietly, not sure of what else to say in response. 

"You don't have to thank me, Sabrina." He shifted closer to me, his hands cupping my face. "What I said wasn't a compliment. I was only stating the facts, and I don't need to be appreciated for speaking on what I see. Cause my darling wife, you are very... very beautiful." 

I forced myself to smile. The more I looked at him, the less I thought of him as terrible. But I didn't love him. No, I had no feelings for him. It was Ace, my heart beats for, and yet, he doesn't know I exist. 

A sharp knock on the door snapped me back into the present as I quickly rose up from the bed, calling out to whoever was at the other side to come in. Then, Mary walked in. 

"Good morning, ma'am," she greeted. 

"It's starting to sound awfully weird," I shook my head. 

"What is?" she asked, confused. 

"Referring to me as ma'am." 

She chuckled. "Okay... okay, I'm sorry. What would you love me to say instead?" 

"My name, please," I answered quickly. 

"Of course," she smiled. "Good morning, Sabrina." 

"Good morning, Mary," I greeted, smiling back at her. "So, what brings you here?" 

She walked into the room, shutting the door behind her, and went straight to open the curtains. "You're late for breakfast, and your husband has asked me to come get you." 

I rushed into the bathroom, quickly brushing my teeth and washing my face. "I'm so sorry. I'm not used to having breakfast this early, I forgot." 

But Mary didn't judge or mock me. She just helped me tidy the bed and brought out something for me to wear. I got changed and rushed to the door, but before I opened it, I paused, turning back to her. 

"Is Ace back?" 

She turned to me. "What?" 

"I asked," I muttered. "Is Ace back?" 

"Oh, yes," she nodded. "He is. He returned very late last night, and he asked if his stepmom had arrived." 

"Oh really?" My heart beating faster now. 

"Yes, Sabrina," she murmured. "In fact, he wanted to introduce himself to you that moment, but I told him his father was with his wife-" 

"Oh! You did," I cut in. 

"Yes, I did. I just didn't want to interrupt your private moments with your husband." 

I nodded. "I understand. So, will Ace be joining us for breakfast?" 

"Of course. Mr. Scott ensures that all family and guests eat breakfast together at the table. It's one of the house rules." 

My brows furrowed. "We have house rules?" 

She chuckled. "They're not that complicated." 

"I hope so. Well, thank you. I'll be heading downstairs then." I waved goodbye at her and left the room. 

As I got to the dining table, Scott was already seated at the head of the table. Ace was nowhere to be seen, so I settled at Scott's right-hand side. Silver platters were already lined up at the center of the table, stacked with so much food and fruit. 

Scott reached out to me, and I turned to him, but before he could speak, a voice broke in. 

"Good morning, Dad." 

I turned slowly towards the direction from which the voice came. My heart was beating faster as I easily recognized it. It was none other than Ace Wendell. Our eyes locked instantly as he walked over to the opposite side of the table and sat. 

"Good morning, son. How did you sleep?" Scott asked, totally unaware of the sudden tension in the dining room. 

"I slept well, Dad," Ace answered. His eyes were still locked on mine. 

Unable to maintain eye contact, I looked down as I grabbed a plate and filled it with food. But that wasn't enough. 

"Have you met Sabrina?" Scott asked as he reached out to me. 

I looked at Scott instantly before my gaze fell back to Ace. 

"No, Dad. I'm just meeting her for the first time," Ace answered. 

Scott chuckled. "Well, then. Allow me to introduce you to my wife, your stepmother, Sabrina." 

I smiled, trying to control my lips from twitching so much. "Hi." 

"Darling, this is Ace, my only child," Scott added. 

"Nice to meet you, Sabrina," Ace said as he stood up, extending a hand to me. 

I stood up slowly, reached out to him as we shook. There was something dangerous about the way he looked at. He licked his lips as his eyes scanned my body from my waist up to my eyes. The handshake lasted far longer than it should have. I swear, there was no doubt my pussy was already soaking wet from how deeply his touch was affecting me. 

It took Scott clearing his throat for us to break apart. I sat back on my seat, but as I ate, I couldn't help but think about what just happened. 

Does Ace recognize me?

A few moments later, breakfast was over. Ace had returned back to his room. The maids had come in to clean the table, but as I stood to leave, Scott pulled me back. 

"I never got to ask," he smiled. "How did you sleep?" 

I forced a smile. "I slept really well, thanks for asking." 

He nodded slowly. "You're welcome." He stood up, still holding my arms gently as we walked side by side until we were at the stunning backyard. 

"This place is perfect," I said, my eyes widening. 

"Really? You like it?" he asked. 

"I love it," I replied with a huge smile on my face. "Can I look around?" 

"Of course, you can. It's your house." 

"Oh, thank you," I said as I walked out. The backyard was so stunning, it looked like something that was painted in a magical fairytale book and was brought to life. 

By the time I walked back to Scott, he was already seated on a chair close to the large pool. 

"Come," he said, "sit beside me." 

I walked slowly towards him and sat beside him just as he had asked. Before I could speak, he grabbed my hand, gently but firmly, so that it was hard to pull myself out of his grasp. As I turned to look at him, I froze. His face was barely inches away from mine. His breath felt really warm on my skin. 

"Don't worry, my darling," he smirked. "I'm not doing anything... yet." 

I trembled slightly. 

"So, just relax. Okay? With time, you'll get used to me." He pulled away slowly, but his eyes lingered longer. It felt like he was stripping me naked just by looking at me. That's how strong and dangerous his gaze was. 

I swallowed hard. "I'm not... I'm not-uh. I'm okay." 

Suddenly, I felt his hand on my head as he gently combed his fingers through my hair. Then his hand fell to my back, this time, his fingers trailed my skin softly. 

"How would you like to go on a shopping spree today?" he asked. His deep voice cuts the tension like a knife. 

I swallowed. "Shopping spree?" 

"Yeah. You are my wife, aren't you?" he smirked. "You should look the part as well." 

"I suppose you're right," I said, trying to smile away the shivers his touch was causing. "Will you be joining me?" 

He laughed softly. "Joining you? No... no. Mary will. I trust that you will surprise me." 

I nodded slowly. "I hope I do." 

Even though I wasn't looking at him this time, I could feel his eyes on my body. I couldn't help but think to myself what was going on in his head, and that's when he spoke. 

"Have you met Ace before now, dear?" he asked. 

I almost choked on the words that I was about to speak. "Ace? Your son?" 

"Is there any other Ace you think I might be referring to?" 

I forced a laugh. "No, not at all." 

"Good, then answer the question. Have you met my boy Ace before now?" 

I swallowed, sitting straighter. "Yes, I have." 

He chuckled. "Oh, really?" 

"Yeah," I nodded slowly. "We go to the same school, but he's a senior." 

"The same school?" he asked, his brows furrowed. 

"Yeah." 

"But how did you manage to get into such a private elite establishment?" He leaned in. "No offense." 

I forced a smile. "I got in through a scholarship program." 

"Oh," he muttered. "I see... scholarship. That makes so much sense. Cause you know. Ace's school is very expensive, and I doubt your mother was able to afford the fees." 

He stood up, stretching his hand out to me. I hesitated a while before I reached out to him and held him. We walked out of the backyard together. 

"I hope you're not offended at what I said about your mum's inability to fund your education at Preston Academy," he asked as he rubbed my back softly. 

"No, I'm not," I shrugged. 

"That's good," he said, his hands falling into his pockets as we entered the living room. "Go get changed." 

As I turned to leave, I paused, turning back to Scott. "You're not coming with me?" 

"Oh... no," he said, using his hand to wave no at me. "Get Mary to help you upstairs. I'll be in my home office. If you're done, ask Mary to show you where my home office is, so I can see what you look like before you leave." 

"Sure," I smiled. "I will." 

I turned and rushed up the stairs, heading to my room. Before I could proceed forward after passing the first floor, I stumbled upon Ace standing by his bedroom door frame. He stood shirtless and was wearing only a grey pair of joggers and slides with socks on. He had both of his hands in his pockets. His shoulder and head were resting on the door frame as he stood slanted. 

On seeing him, I froze, lifting my hand slowly to wave at him, but before I could, he spoke. 

"Hey." 

"Hi," I said back to him, my voice cracking. 

He walked closer to me, stretching his arm out. I looked at his hand and back at his eyes. I hesitated, but then I let him hold my arm. I hadn't realized how soft his skin was. 

"How old are you?" he asked, his eyes lingering on my body longer than I expected. 

"Uhm..." My voice cracked as I tried looking away. Still, he held me. 

"Can't talk?" 

"I can," I chuckled, trying to mask my trembling voice. 

"Good, so you can answer the question then. How old are you?" he asked again. 

"I just turned eighteen." 

"Eighteen?" he smirked, licking his lower lip. He released his grip on me, took a step back as his eyes scanned my body from my feet up to my head. "Not bad." 

"Not bad? Why would you say that?" 

He walked around me slowly, stopping in front of me. "You'll understand soon enough. Seems you're in a hurry." 

"Yes, I am," I exhaled. "I was on my way to my room. You see, I'm going on a shopping spree." 

"Oh really," he smirked. "How about I come with you?" 

"I don't know if you should. Besides, I wouldn't want to disturb you," I said, looking away. "Mary will be coming with me." 

For a few seconds, Ace didn't speak. He just looked at me like I had just spoken a whole bunch of nonsense, and after a long silence, he spoke. 

"Don't be silly, Sabrina." He walked back to his room door before turning back to me. "I'm coming with you." 

I swallowed hard, clearing my throat. "Never call me, silly. I think you should show more respect to me." 

Ace burst into laughter. "Oh, I'm sorry, stepmom. But you're eighteen, and last time I checked, I'm nineteen. So, I'm older than you." 

I walked closer to him, my finger pointed up at his face. "Will you-" 

He grabbed my hand, pulling my finger closer to his face as he licked it slowly. "I'm coming with you." 

And just like that, he walked into his room, shutting the door while I stood frozen. My body was trembling as my skin burned from a sensation I've never known until now.

Unable to stop Ace from coming with me, I went up to my room and changed. Mary had already received instructions from my husband. She was also handed a black card to give to me, in which I will use to pay for anything I want.

Upon leaving, Ace pulled me aside again, asking that I tell Mary to stay back.

"And why should I do that?" I asked.

"I want us to use this opportunity to know each other better, and what better time to do so than when we're alone?" he chuckled, stepping closer to me. "Go tell her it'll just be the two of us."

"And what if she says no-"

"There's no way she would say no. You are her boss, and she is meant to listen and do whatever you ask her to do," he cut in.

"Well, not like you did," I muttered.

Ace walked over to the car while I went back inside, stopping Mary, who was about to step outside.

"Mary, I was thinking maybe Ace, and I went on this spree alone," I said in a soft tone.

"Just you two alone?" she asked as expected.

"Yes. If he's going to be my stepson, I have to at least be acquainted with him. Almost everyone in the house likes me, so I want to use this opportunity to introduce myself to him as well."

She sighed. "That's okay, Sabrina. I guess you do have to build that relationship one way or another. I'll be staying then."

"Thank you," I smiled and walked away.

Ace and I began our trip to the most luxurious stores in all of Beverly Hills. We shopped for things I needed and didn't need at all. Our last stop was at a fancy clothes store.

After Ace helped me pick out some clothes, we were taken into a private dressing room separated from the others. It was a space only for us, no cameras, and we were alone.

I stepped behind the curtains to try out the first dress Ace picked for me. Just as I took off the clothes I was wearing, leaving only my underwear, Ace walked in.

"What are you doing?" I gasped, instantly picking up my cloth to cover myself up.

"You have a pretty body. Is my father going to enjoy all of it alone?" he asked in a low, deep tone.

"What are you talking about?" I asked even though I already knew what he was talking about.

"Don't tell me you guys haven't done it yet?" he chuckled.

"No, we haven't, and it's none of your business. Leave, Ace," I snapped, despite how badly I wanted him to come closer.

"Are you sure you want me to leave? This little errand was supposed to help us get closer, wasn't it?" he said, taking a step slowly towards me. "But I promise to leave, only if that's what you want. Really."

"Well," I swallowed. "Since you're already here, you can as well help me with the dress."

"Even better, how about I help you with something else?" he said as he lunged at me.

I had my back against the wall as he pressed his body against mine. My crotch was pressed right on his knees. An accidental brush up triggered my head to make dirty thoughts, and then he cupped my boobs. We exchanged glances. My cheeks were flushed, but I didn't push him away.

He pressed me some more, fondling my boobs softly as I bit my lips, soft exhales escaped my lips. Ace began kneading my pussy with his fingertips through the fabric of my panties. I widened my legs a bit, inviting him to touch me even more. He shifted open my panties, rubbing my clit, spreading the juices my pussy was producing all over.

I wrapped my arms around his neck as he pressed his forehead on mine.

"Do you like it?" he whispered. "Is this how father touched you last night?"

With a trembling voice, I spoke. "He never touched me... he never... uh-" I moaned softly, unable to finish my sentence.

"Good, let's keep it that way," he smirked. "He's way older than you anyway, you need someone young and vibrant like me to please you and make you happy."

I could see his poor cock hard and throbbing in his trousers. He pressed my clit some more, tracing the folds of my slit, up and down, and feeling the nub of my protruding clit. It was like he sensed my breathing because he changed as he began teasing my arousal.

"This feels soooooo good, Ace," I bit my lips, trying to control my breathing. "Please don't stop."

He toyed and played with me as my eyes closed. I rocked gently against his fingers, digging into his fingertips.

"I want to cum," I announced.

I groaned as Ace penetrated me with his fingers. My palms found Ace's throbbing cock, and I rubbed on it gently.

"I will make you cum if you agree to something," he whispered into my ear.

"What is that?" I asked in a soft tone.

"Will you be my girlfriend?" he asked.

"Your girlfriend? But I'm married to your father," I muttered.

"I don't care. I like you, and I want us to keep being this close. My father doesn't have to know, no one does. It'll just be you and me. Please, be my girlfriend," he pleaded.

This was something I've always wanted. And now, Ace was saying to me that he liked me and wanted me to be his girlfriend. Of course, my answer was always going to be...

"Yes, Ace,'' I smiled. "I'll be your girlfriend."

"Good," he smirked. "Now, cum for me."

He began fingering me at a faster but gentle pace. He lifted my leg up, his knees rested on the wall, and he dropped my feet on his leg. My legs were even wider now. He fingered me deeply.

My body trembled in excitement and intense pleasure. He came closer and we locked lips. Kissing each other passionately while he continued fingering me. I rocked and sighed as orgasm shook through my body with Ace fingers deep inside my tight pussy hole.

"Good girl," he chuckled as cream-like fluid poured out of my pussy. "Now remember our promise."

"Of course, I know how to keep secrets."