IN LOVE WITH MY STEPSON

SASHA

"My girl, You're freaking hot! Damn! You have everything you yearn for, how did you get this lucky?" Emily asked while entering the car and shutting the door. My brows furrowed in confusion as I wondered where that was came from.

"Don't tell me you haven't heard what Daddy did this time." She went on, ignoring the fact that I was confused.

"I'm the only person to call him that, What has he done?" I asked keenly and watched her nod. Emily was so dramatic; I wouldn't be shocked if she made those gestures for something that couldn't hold water.

"You are the new CEO, girlie! Check this out... Check." She reached out for her phone and scrolled up before giving it to me to see what she was talking about.

The news was everywhere already and how it went circulated without my knowledge got me thinking, So much had happened online in just a few hours while I was carried away with my shopping spree at my favorite boutique.

"The latest CEO in town! Don't tell me you are not happy."Emily said, tapping my thighs and looking into my face for the answer she sought.

"Wow" I shrugged apathetically and grinned from ear to ear. The news came as a surprise, not because I wasn't deserving of the position of a CEO but it was dozzy at that point. Why would Daddy want me to occupy the position of a CEO when they were more competent hands in the company? They were capable people like Mr. McRenold and Mrs. Smith. Even Emily, my friend who had worked in the company for 5 years as the head of marketing without a promotion, seemed more deserving. I had just met Daddy only eight months ago, and without flinching, he made the manager and now, CEO - It just didn't sit right with me.

"I'm so happy." I cooed, grinning harder. It was so obvious that I wore a fake smile but that didn't matter to Emily. I watched her dance rhythmically to the song from the radio in my car while I drove and nodded for the fact that she was happier than I was.

Daddy and I met in the most incredible manner. I had gone to relax at a club on a Friday night where I caught him dancing with an infectious energy that locked up his age as someone in his Sixties. Approaching him with a drink, I complimented his impressive dance moves and from there, Daddy didn't seize any opportunity to spoil me rotten with the good things of life. He lavished me with luxurious vacations, exotic trips and the most expensive things you could ever think of- He literally made life so easy for me.

Nonetheless, I was uneasy about him making me CEO so quickly. It was quite abrupt and he was sure to raise brows.

Emily was right. I had everything at my beck and call which meant that I was actually lucky.

I wasn't born into wealth, In fact, my parents died when I was 16, leaving me to fast the harsh reality life threw at me.

Hence, I never missed a day without thanking fate for bringing Daddy and I together. He brought the kind of life I looked forward to living, faster than I expected and the fact that he was older didn't matter - Who wouldn't love someone who made life easy for her? Certainly nobody!

I hadn't walked to the entrance of our mansion when I noticed rose petals trailing from the car park to the house entrance. As I walked slowly, I watched the petals as if I was counting every one of them until I reached the sitting room. The flickering lights and the delectable smell of the nicely cooked food that welcomed me made me grin - "Daddy was at it again!"

"You old man, you always baffle me." I said playfully, swinging into his arms and running my fingers through his grey hair while he wrapped his hands around my waist. "What are we celebrating today?" I asked after planting a fast kiss on his lips.

"Emily didn't tell you?" He asked with a questionable look.

"Oh! That..." I released myself from his arms and walked to the dining table to savour the food that had the delectable aroma which welcomed me home.

"You know I don't deserve that position yet..." I asked while dishing out the meal.

"Why? You are my woman and you are worthy of everything good. My retirement was a month ago, so I thought taking this decision would be best for the company and our family." Daddy spoke while I chuckled. For some reason, he was right. I was going to be his wife soon and someone in the family had to fill that vacuum.

"And your son?" My brows raised alongside my eyes that met with his, then he walked to the table, sat close and held my hands.

"I told you my son would always trash the idea of managing his father's company. He has a clothing brand in Texas and he's so apathetic when it comes to matters like this. He isn't even active on any social media platform... So introverted." Daddy spoke and I coughed. It felt like his last statement gave me some sort of relief. At least, I could sleep peacefully knowing that I was the rightful owner of that position and I wasn't taking it from someone else.

"Ooh.. Nice..." I replied with a soft tone. "Speaking of your son... You have deliberately refused to show me a picture of him, I don't even know what he looks like... I mean, it's quite odd, you should let him come home to see his step mum to be." I said huffily.

"Williams hasn't been home for ten years. He claims to be busy with work and the rest, but... he'll be home tomorrow."

The news made me spit out the drink that was already on my lips.

"You're teasing me, right?" I asked, dabbing my wet dress with a napkin.

"No, I wanted to surprise you but... it had to come out this way." Daddy grinned.

"Oh my goodness! So I'd be setting my eyes on Mr. Julius's son tomorrow?" I couldn't contain my excitement as I embraced Daddy tightly. It was the best news ever, getting to meet my man's son was something I had looked forward to and it was already here. I felt ecstasy and butterflies that made my stomach rumble.

I didn't hesitate to ask Daddy about his son's favorite meal and colour. At 6.am sharp the next day, I was up, decorating the living room and his bedroom with some 'WELCOME HOME' touches.

"I have to impress him." I thought as I cleaned and cooked with excitement in the kitchen.

"We are home!" Daddy exclaimed from the sitting room, his voice filled with excitement. I hastily grabbed the tray with my heart skipping a bit while I hoped to make a good impression. I had carefully set the table with fine plates and cutlery and with my face beaming with a bright smile, I walked out to greet them, praying that Daddy's son would like me instantly.

"Baby, what's wrong? Daddy asked immediately the tray slipped from my hands and shattered on the floor.

I stood frozen with my mouth agape, as if I had seen a ghost. And then, it struck me -Daddy's son was Williams, my ex! Was I dreaming?

WILLIAMS

I paused and clutched the bag in my hand tightly while leaning on the wall behind me for support. Sasha was Dad's girlfriend? Hell no! How on earth was that even possible? The silence between us lingered for long as there was no intention of breaking it sooner. The beads of sweat that clustered on her forehead were beginning to drip down her face. I could tell she had cold feet, just like I did. Dad came to our rescue by breaking the silence.

"I'll call Harriet to clear the mess, is something wrong?" Dad asked again while walking up to her. I flinched and averted my gaze to the shattered pieces of the tray on the floor; I couldn't bear the sight of Dad caressing those lips and holding the waist that was once mine.

"I'm fine ba...baby." Sasha stuttered, glancing at me while pronouncing the last word of her statement.

I watched Dad kiss her forehead while placing his hands on her breasts and I couldn't help but narrow my face with disdain. Sasha's expression suggested she was irritated by Dad's act and the reason for that was probably my presence.

"This is Williams, my son." Dad pointed at me.

"Willie, Sasha has longed to see you and I'm glad you're finally home." Dad spoke with excitement in his tone. If only he had known there was no need for the introduction and exchange of pleasantries...

"Sasha, beautiful name for a beautiful lady! I hope you'll be a good wife to Dad and a fabulous Step Mum to me." I spoke teasingly as our eyes met, trying not to reveal the anxiety that had engulfed me. Her heart must have surely skipped numerous beats, it was evident from how she flinched with gritted teeth each time our eyes met.

The question I had thrown at her was sure to ignite the fire of guilt that burned her heart-Guilt of how she left that fateful morning.

I had gotten a goodbye text from her after hours of waiting with the thought that she had gone to get groceries from a store nearby.

"Don't call this number anymore." That was the last time I heard from Sasha, she had told me through a text that I was extremely perfect for a flawed lady like her. Everything made sense now, I was too good for her while Dad was her perfect match - What could be more intriguing?

"Of course, she would be the best wife ever!" Dad remarked and planted a fast kiss on her lips.

Poor old man! He was levitating for the fact that he was going to be with someone who jilted and dumped me for some ambiguous reasons.

"Lunch is served." Sasha spoke softly, I didn't wonder why her mellifluous voice still had a positive effect on me and why it made my body quiver like her moans and whispers did. I was still in love with her.

"I hope you two get along sooner and faster." Dad said while savouring his meal. How was that even possible? I hadn't gotten over the shock that his mistress was my girlfriend and now, he was talking about 'getting along'. It felt like he was adding salt to my fresh wound.

"What are you doing here?" Sasha asked upon seeing me at her room's door. Ignoring her question, I walked over to the sofa, sank into it and buried my face in my hands.

"You shouldn't be here... Your Dad and I are a thing now." She mumbled without showing any sign of remorse pertaining how she left me years back.

"But..." My eyes rolled and met hers before she looked away. "He told us to get along." I scoffed, emphasizing the 'get along' while smacking my lips.

"You know... I couldn't help but wonder what transpired between us... Why you left suddenly and all... What went wrong?" I spoke softly. Sasha had faced the floor by this time and I watched her hold back the tears that struggled to come out.

"Some things are better left unsaid, Willie."

Willie! There she was again, truncating my name like she did whenever I was inside of her. The atmosphere was tense and had sparked up emotions, making me move towards her subconsciously to dab the tears in her eyes with my hand. The light from her window casted a glow on us, revealing every detail of her beauty.

"How did you end up with him?" I asked calmly.

"You should leave now." Sasha said, releasing herself from my arms and wiping off the fluid around her nose while she sniffed.

"Whatever happened was in the past. I hope you come to make peace with the fact that it's over between us... Dad has made it clear to you that we are together and he is intentional about me, I wouldn't want to ruin whatever we share for any reason." Sasha told me.

I stood like one who was short of words, well, I was at that moment. My gaze had long averted to the straps on her cleavages that brought me some nostalgic feelings.

"Leave now." She tapped me while stretching her hands towards the door, depicting what she meant.

"I'll come back." I rose to my feet and dusted the sofa's particles off my buttocks then I stopped to give her a glance before slamming the door.

Torture! That was some manner of torture-Dad was getting married to the love of my life? What could hurt more than that? The fact that I was going to be spending a whole year in Chicago made me grunt. My clothing company was recruiting workers for its branch in Chicago and I had to supervise and oversee their affairs there.

Getting an apartment wasn't even an option because Dad was sure to kick against it. Why on earth would I want to be away from him when it was a perfect time for us to bond as family? Moreso, the rooms in his mansion were way comfortable, luxurious and nice, he would definitely turn down the idea of staying away from home.

I would have to get used to Sasha's presence in the house; such a hard pill to swallow!

The image of how she clung up to me in the past, flickered across my face as I paced around each corner of my room.

I could afford to see Sasha in the arms of another man, definitely not my father's.

"Hmmm!" I exhaled, rubbing my eyes vigorously with my palms.

Everything was getting to me.

SASHA

I leaned my back against the door he had slammed and slowly slid down to the floor with my hands on my head.

It had just dawned on me that my soft spot for Williams was still strong. His hoarse voice still gave me chills like they did back then, Why was this happening? I thought I had moved on and gotten over him, why did my body tremble at the sight of him?

Perhaps, it was my own way of reacting, as seeing him so suddenly after a long time caught me off guard-It was definitely not me falling again, Never!

"Baby, do you mind joining me in the garden?" Daddy called out from outside.

Yes! My relationship with Mr. Julius was all that mattered now.

"I'm coming, Darling!" I hurriedly wore my pair of slippers and ran out of my room. "Williams will not ruin this moment for me!" My breath hitched as I ran through the stairs to join Daddy in the garden.

I had stood close to my car the next morning, clutching my bag and waiting for Daddy. He would drop me off everyday and even in retirement, that never changed.

"Hey Sugar pie, I'm really sorry, I won't be dropping you off today. I have an important meeting to attend to. Williams would do that on my behalf, Okay? Love you!"Daddy said while planting a kiss on each side of my face, he zoomed off before I could say a word.

"Hey" Williams waved while jerking the car door open.

"I'll take a cab instead..." I huffily turned to leave but I was held back by his hands. Goodness! Those hands were soft and tender as always. My gaze trailed slowly to his face and for a moment, he didn't realize he gripped me until I stared at my hand with his on it.

"I'm sorry about that..." He cooed, letting go of me.

"Dad wouldn't love the idea of you taking a taxi when there are so many cars here." He was right but that was a better option, given that I didn't want to ride with him.

"It's okay then. I'll do it myself"

"Hop in." Williams called out while starting the car, ignoring me despite my objections.

I entered the car, facing the window and determined to ignore him. I had made up my mind not to say a word of even glance at him. My cell phone was always my go-to haven, I made sure to face it squarely while he drove.

"You won't avoid me forever, you know?" He spoke minutes later, after a prolonged silence.

"I don't know what you're insinuating." I mumbled, pretending to be engrossed in my phone.

"Those thighs are still beautiful..." I watched him stare at them and smack his lips after his compliments like he wished he could feel them once more-He did.

He slowly caressed them and I let out a soft moan. By this time, he had stopped on the roadside.

"We shouldn't be...doing...this, Williams." I drawled while closing my eyes and throwing my head backwards in pleasure. I had already promised myself I wasn't going to do this as I looked forward to a future with Daddy, Why was Williams bringing back memories, knowing it was almost impossible for me to resist him?

"Tell me you don't like this, tell me you don't want me in there and I'll stop right away." He spoke, trailing kisses from my neck to my cleavages and making me release soft moans.

"Goodness!" My body quivered while he undid the buttons of my shirt and forced my tits into his mouth, they were extremely large so he buried his head and clasped them tightly, rubbing them against each other at intervals.

Damn it! I hadn't felt this way in a long while. Unlike Daddy, Williams didn't have to do much to make my pussy throb. He wasn't inside of me yet but I could sense that my panties were soggy wet already.

"That's okay, I should drop you off now."

I had spread my legs wide, awaiting his fingers when he pulled away from my breasts.

Fuck! Williams was beginning to make me regret the fact that I left him abruptly. Depression must have eaten deep into me when I made that decision to leave Texas abruptly.

"Button up." He said while driving. His sudden change in tone amazed me that I wondered if he was the same person that grabbed my tits a while ago like his life depended on them.

He must have gotten the confirmation he needed that I was still into him but I wouldn't let that happen again.

"This didn't happen." I muttered after adjusting my shirt.

"Yes, it didn't." He replied. Good thing he wasn't thinking of letting this linger. Perhaps, he had used that as a medium to give me a taste of my own medicine. He was probably jealous that I had settled for his father and not him.

I watched him zoom off almost immediately I stepped out of the car.

A fucking jerk!

He must be excited about what transpired between us.

"Who was that?" Emily asked while walking towards me. She must have watched from a distance to notice the person who dropped me off wasn't Daddy.

"Daddy's son." I replied, ignoring the curiosity on her face and walking through the company's entrance.

"Oooh...You should have told him to come in, everyone wants to see what he looks like." She said, blushing and cupping her chins with her hands.

"Wait... is that why you have your shirt unbuttoned?" Emily pointed at my cleavages.

"Damn it!" I mumbled, using my hand to button up.

"This must have happened while I was stepping out of the car." I lied, in order not to give her a clue of what happened between Williams and I. Emily and I had been friends for five months but there was something I disliked her for-The fact that she was extremely nosy, she would rumble on and on if I told her that Daddy's son was my ex in Texas. Despite her garrulous nature, she was a fantastic person.

"What does he look like? Is he hot? Has he got biceps? Triceps? How tall is he?"

"It's enough already, you'll get to see him someday." I said huffily and walked in.

The blizzard of documents on my table were left untouched as I kept pondering on what happened earlier that day.

"Not a good one." I shook my head. Williams was going to be my step son, I shouldn't be nursing feelings for someone I was supposed to be a ' 'mother figure' to. Why did that crack me up each time I thought of it? Williams was six years older, calling him my step son was quite ridiculous, but as funny as that sounded, it was a fact I would come to accept someday, he too.

"Dear Lord, this shouldn't happen again." I whispered a silent prayer.