All Chapters of My Stepson;My Lover: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

~Nivea“Niv has been so off today, is she alright?” Leonora leaned closer to Zane.“I don’t know,” he mumbled.“Do you know if she had another fight with Thomas?” I froze, but then I realized Zane would never say anything.“I really don’t know,” Zane shrugged, his forehead creased.“But you live in the same house, and both of you are acting weird so something definitely happened but you just don't want to say what it is, which is fine too”, she scowled.“Leo, stop bugging him,” Steve warned but she just huffed.I came out and quickly walked out of the school. As I drove to the hospital I realized I would have to leave behind all the friends I’ve made, the only best friend I ever had, and all the progress I’ve made in school. I didn't even have the mind to tell them I was leaving, I’d rather act like a coward and just leav

~NiveaThe man turned and I saw it was Thomas. He saw me but that didn’t stop him, instead he looked me dead in the eye and kept sliding in and out of my stepmom. He even had the guts to sneer at me while he kept entering her from behind.The paper bag in my hands dropped to the ground as I covered my mouth with my hands in shock. Stella turned and I saw as her eyes widened in shock when she saw me at the entrance watching them. She pushed Thomas away and grabbed a quilt to cover up. The bastard bursted out laughing at the scene.I stepped backward, walking fast back out. I could hear the footsteps of someone running after me, “Nivea wait,” she grabbed my hands but I yanked it away.“Don’t touch me with your filthy hands!” yelled at her.“I’m so sorry, you weren’t supposed to see that,” She apologized.Why the hell was she apologizing to me? She should save it for when I told my fat

~ZaneI moaned and she slipped her tongue into my mouth, pushing her hands softly into my hair as I pulled her closer. I was starting to get aroused and she could feel the thickness of it on her stomach. She purred and her hands went down to stroke me and I froze.I removed her hands. I couldn't believe she wanted to have sex right now right here. I paused, thinking if this was the right thing. I didn't want to be like my dad who took advantage of vulnerable people. “I don’t think we should,” I tried stepping away but she pulled me back.“Don’t tell me how to feel. I want you, so just do it okay,” she pleaded. “I know you want me too so stop fighting it,”She slammed her lips on mine, her hands went under my shirt, and she ran her fingers all over my chest. Pulling the shirt over my head, she continued kissing me and I grabbed her and lifted her, her legs circling my waist tightly.  

~NiveaI headed down the stairs to the kitchen where Linda was, cooking up a storm as usual. Swiping a grape, I sat down and began to eat after she served me, while I wondered what I'd be doing today. Perhaps I'd hang out with Leo, the only friend I had. Thomas joined me shortly after, and as usual, it was quiet.I heard footsteps and turned to see it was Zane, he paused for a bit on the stairs, his brows drawn close as he stared. Thomas called for him to join us for breakfast and he unwillingly sat down on the chair, giving me a weird look, which I understood. He was surprised I was acting all cool and calm with Thomas like I didn’t lose my mind last night.Thomas announced that we had a dinner party to attend and as usual I should dress well so I wouldn't embarrass him in public. The dress he chose was quite embarrassing too, which wasn't new. It was like wearing a club kind of gown to a business dinner party.I felt fidgeted, feeling

~ZaneMy dad was so unbearable, I couldn't believe he thought he could still force me into an arranged marriage with Finny. I just needed to pretend to agree to all this, till I got all I wanted, then I was going to crash his company. Leaving him there with his miserable friend, I headed straight to the bar at the far end of the hall.Pulling out a chair, I sat down “Scotch on the rocks with a twist,” I said to the bartender. He nodded and got to work. He placed it on the table and I emptied it once, sighing in relief. “More,” I signaled to him.I lost count once I drank the second cup, and the bartender started telling me funny jokes. Why do they always do that?Anyways, he kept me company till he didn’t refill my cup.“Keep it going, don’t stop,” I pointed to my empty glass cup.I can’t sir,” he said, looking down.“Why? Is it money you want?