All Chapters of My Stepson;My Lover: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

~ZaneShe tugged at the collar of my shirt, unbuttoning it, and her fingers plastered on my chest as she greedily explored it. I used my feet to kick the door open and closed the door behind me, it didn’t really close but I didn't give two shits, all I wanted was to be inside her.Nivea jumped down and looked around the room. The room was bigger than some New York apartments, with black-streaked marble walls echoing the clicks of Nivea’s heels. One wall held a black low leather-covered bench, the opposite a walk-in closet and expansive countertop. The seamless mirror reflected the soft sparse light bulbs hanging from the ceiling that served as the room’s main lighting.Nivea twirled in the middle of the room, the diamond at her neck sparkling in and out with the light. “Hmm, this is interesting,” Her voice was playful, so her next words caught me off guard. “So how many girls have you brought in here?” her eyes narrowed

~ZaneI haven’t had the time to talk to Nivea since Finny happened, which I wasn't surprised about. Our exams were starting today so she must have been doing a lot of reading with Lee. I intended to confront Finny after our paper though. Something was so off with her attitude and I was going to get to the bottom of this. I and Steve had made progress with our investigations. We found the man who murdered my mom and sister but we needed to be discreet, as my Dad had a lot of connections in here, officers who reported to him, so we couldn't go in there ourselves if not my father would uncover what I was trying to do.If I and Steve went in there to convince him to tell us what he knew, it would be bad, maybe even worse for him. He might end up being killed in prison and our main, concrete evidence would be gone. Now we needed to get an ally in the prison who would help us get the information we needed without any problems.I walked into the lecture hall where I was supposed to have my

~NiveaZane had been hanging around with Finny for a while now. She was always nearby and if he was by himself, in two seconds she’d appear at his side. The insult and shaming didn’t stop, it continued for a while and it was sickening as in each argument, Zane kept telling me to calm down and chill the fuck down. It was so annoying. He never tried to defend me at all and was always taking her back, making me feel like I was the big bad wolf and Finny was Red Riding Hood.She would talk trash about me and every time I said something harsh back, Zane would snap at me, telling me I shouldn't stoop so low. I was so pissed. Maybe he didn't want me anymore, or he wanted his father's company that badly and was willing to play by Thomas's rules. He wanted to carry on with the wedding, and Finny was his fiancé anyways and I was just a random fuck buddy.We were in the cafeteria, having lunch with Nate, Leo, and he

~ZaneI dreaded the end of the day because I had to be at Finny’s house, so I went to the gym to get off the steam before I headed there. Getting back home, I had a quick shower, then stalled till she called my phone to ask me if I was still coming. After I got ready, as I was passing Nivea’s room I heard the sound of laughter. It didn’t sound like her. I cracked the door open and poked my head inside.It was Leonora and she was on a call. I looked around and didn’t see Niv, “She isn’t her if you are looking for her,” my head snapped back and I caught Leo glaring at me.“Is she downstairs?” I asked.“I just said no. I’m waiting for Nivea to be back, we are having a girl's night today,” she said. I furrowed my brows, “And Linda let you up?”“Yeah, why wouldn‘t she?” she glowered at me.“Nothing,&rd

~ZaneNivea refused to talk to me. She didn't even want to hear my side of the story; what made me go back to Finny. She had built up her walls again and this time they were way stronger. I couldn't bring it down, nothing was working.My dad had been away on multiple trips so he was hardly around. I called and texted her multiple times but she never responded. I knocked on her door, hoping she would answer, but that proved moot. I knew she was in there because I could hear the soft music coming from inside. I dialed her cell, but it didn't go through. Frowning, I redialed it, but it was still the same. Did she block me? Furious, I banged on the door violently and heard hurried footsteps at the other side of the door. The door creaked open and she leaned on the wall, holding the door close to herself.“Can you stop banging on my door!” she yelled, as she wrapped her robe around her body and tied it. I saw the lac