Obsessed with my husband's stepbrother

Poor Neil

Leilani

I was curled in the large tub in my bathroom, arms curled around my knees, my chin buried in the soft, fluffy fabric of my robe.

My thoughts were all over the place, guilt festering in my mind like a sore. I actually had sex with my fiancé's step-brother. Oh, what was I thinking?

How do I face Neil now?

How do I even keep this secret from him with all of us in the same house? Or is this all a sexual dream gone wrong? Why would I, an engaged lady, even have sexual dreams of Adonis in the first place? Thousands of questions echoed in my mind but beneath all of that was an excitement that I was trying so hard to bury.

The female excitement that grew from the moment Adonis said he wants me.

The way he kissed me.

The way he fucked me.

My face heated as obscene sexual flashbacks swarmed my mind.

“Oh, Christ…” I muttered, squeezing my eyes shut as I smoothed my hands down my legs to ease the goosebumps that had suddenly appeared.

A ping from my phone drew my attention, and I slowly dragged myself out of the tub, careful not to rub my sore pussy too much -I should take something for it- moving over to the sink where I had left my phone this morning. I slid a thumb up the screen and several missed call notifications swarmed the screen.

Neil had been calling.

He had been literally blowing up my phone with calls while I was probably busy getting fucked. Or busy sleeping like a princess after being thoroughly fucked. Shit. I should call him back.

No. No, no, hell no.

I can’t speak to him. I feel so bad, I can’t possibly listen to his voice right now.

I looked back at my phone and saw a text from an unknown number. Eyebrows furrowing, I opened the text.

I didn’t use a condom or pull out. I’m sorry, that was fucking reckless.

You on birth control?

My face heated. Adonis. It’s him.

I stared at the text for a long moment, not sure how to react. Pissed? Horrified? I looked at my reflection in the mirror. My hair was messy and rolled into a bun that was coming loose. Small wavy strands framed my face. My cheeks were blushing pink and my eyes, my brown eyes did not look sad. They looked a bit uneasy, but there was a gleam in them.

A giggle suddenly escaped me.

My eyes widened but soon I was grinning, belly fluttering as I typed back a reply.

No condoms

I stared at it and cringed. No way in fucking hell. So, I erased it and typed a straightforward reply.

Yes.

I was about to drop my phone when I noticed the reply I had sent was more than just one word. The hell? I raised the phone to my face and gasped when I saw what I had sent.

Yes. No condoms

My eyes rounded in horror. “No. No no no no…” I scrambled to delete the text but the phone showed me “seen”.

Adonis had seen it.

I screamed.

*

“Do you want to cuddle?” Neil asked softly, rubbing a hand down my arm cocooned in the blankets. It was night time and he got back from his short trip a few hours ago and I had stayed on the bed all through, dozing and staring at the TV, telling him that I did not feel too good.

I felt bad lying to him when in reality, I was just too scared to face Adonis outside and even more scared to act like everything was normal around Neil. He does not deserve this. I would be so fidgety with guilt that he would notice and start to ask what was wrong.

It was all so stressful so to avoid it, I stayed in bed, saying enough to make the atmosphere around us feel normal but not too much. I can’t avoid it forever, but the thought of having to pretend to Neil sickened me. I have always been a good, loving fiancée…but now, I’m not sure what I am anymore.

Let’s not even talk about the reply I had sent to Adonis. Shit. I just want to hide forever in my bedroom. But a girl can’t have everything, can she?

“Babe?” Neil tapped my arm, jostling me out of my thoughts.

“I’m hungry,” I muttered. That was not even a lie. I had not tasted food throughout the day and my stomach was starting to sink into itself.

“I figured you’d be.” Neil mused. “I saw Asian food strewn all over the place and I know Chase is responsible-”

“I’m sorry,” I said softly, though it felt like I was apologizing for something entirely different. “I would have cleaned it up-”

“Hell no, babe. Stop it. It’s taken care of.” He rubbed my back lovingly and I felt him lean down and his lips kissed my cheek. “I’ll go get you something to eat, beautiful.”

I felt his weight lift off the bed and his footsteps across our bedroom and he was gone.

I sighed. If only he knew what went down in this room and on this bed this morning. I had changed the sheets, thrown my torn shirt and thong into the garbage bags -thank goodness I wore my own large shirt, not Neil’s as I normally do- and I had inevitably stepped into the kitchen to disinfect the island surface and the floor. But I just couldn’t bring myself to clean up what was left of the food Adonis ordered and throw it in the trash. It felt…cruel. So, I left it there, knowing it was probably crueler to let it sit there till Adonis found it himself, but I’ll let myself be fooled thinking he would assume Chase got to the food before me.

Just like Neil assumed.

Today was all kinds of extreme. Talking about extreme, imagine my utterly embarrassing reply to Adonis’ text. That was just the height of my regrets.