บททั้งหมดของ Stepbrother's love: Stepdad whore: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 27

(First-person POV — Nathan's perspective)I wasn’t expecting to hear from her so soon.Most women waited a day or two, trying to play it cool, pretending they weren’t thinking about me.But Sam?She wasn’t like most women.A simple text."Drinks tonight?"No emojis. No fake small talk. Just straight to the point.I smirked as I leaned back against the leather seat of my car, fingers hovering over the screen.I liked direct women. Made things easier.I replied."Where?"She sent an address—some upscale bar downtown.I knew the place. Dark lighting, expensive liquor, the kind of spot where people sealed deals or made bad decisions.I figured tonight, it’d be both.The best thing about all these is that Sam is a very good distraction for me, I rarely think about Riley. Occasionally I do but, after getting back to me by getting rough fucked by Ethan, I just can't bare to see her, I just want to be distracted as much as possible.---The bar had a soft hum of low jazz and quiet conversatio

(First-person POV — Riley's perspective)The academy’s screening was over. I had passed. Not that I doubted myself—I was born to be in the spotlight.I adjusted my fitted crop top as I walked through the hallway, my heels clicking against the sleek, polished floors. A few other girls lingered around, chatting about their results. I wasn’t interested in small talk. I had more important things to focus on.Like the lady standing near the entrance, her arms crossed, watching me like a predator sizing up its prey. She is Sam, I knew her before she was introduced to me. She is the motivation that brought me here, but it's now fading.She was stunning, I’d give her that. Long, wavy brunette hair, piercing green eyes, and a figure that could turn heads in any room. Her confidence was effortless, but there was something else—something sharp beneath her cool exterior.I knew trouble when I saw it. And she screamed trouble.She pushed off the wall and strode toward me, her lips curling into an

(First-person POV — Riley's perspective)The house was unusually quiet when I got home that evening. Ethan wasn't around—probably stuck at the office with work. Nathan was missing too.A part of me hoped he was in his room. That I’d see him, and maybe, just maybe, we’d go back to the way things used to be.But I knew better.After washing up, I sat at the dining table, poking at my dinner while my thoughts spiraled.I kept replaying Leslie’s words from earlier."He caught us in bed, Riley. I swear, I don’t even know how he found out."But that’s the thing—I did.Someone told him.The real question was, who?Leslie never mentioned her hookup to anyone, not even me. So how the hell did her boyfriend find out?I tapped my fingers against the table, thinking hard.It had to be someone close enough to her life, someone who knew what was going on behind the scenes.I dropped my fork, suddenly losing my appetite.I needed a distraction.Without thinking, I got up and walked to the living roo

I trudged back to my room after dinner, still reeling from the echoes of Nathan’s harsh words. The conversation at the table played over and over in my head—his blunt warning about my future, his concern laced with jealousy, and Ethan’s calm, measured tone. “Stop playing with your life,” he had said. I knew he cared, but his words stung all the same.I hope this detailed scene captures the emotional and romantic tension you were looking for while staying true to the story’s elements. Let me know if you need further adjustments!I closed my door behind me and let out a shaky sigh. I wasn’t sure if I was angry or hurt—or maybe both. I tossed my bag onto the bed and peeled off my coat. The cool air of my room did little to soothe the turmoil inside me. I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the ceiling, replaying every detail of our family dinner. I had dreamed of a vacation for so long; it was supposed to be my escape—a chance to prove I was serious about modeling and building my caree