Stepbrother, I Have A Secret

"What are you waiting for? Just do it, Bev." Hailee kept on convincing me.

I looked at her, apprehensively. "B-But I'm scared. What if-" Before I could finish my words, she already cut me off.

"Oh come on! It's normal to feel scared but there's no point if you'd continue being like this. So, try it now. If you never try, you'll never know." She then showed me her warmest smile as she caressed my arm.

Her smile and her soothing voice were too comforting, and she's really a great convincer-there's no doubt on that. In the end, I found myself walking inside the restroom with a troubled mind. My heart never stopped beating so loud, it only worsened as I closed the door and sat on the toilet bowl.

It's as if any minute by now, I'm going to collapse due to the anxiety lingering through my system. I just know I never saw this coming. No one ever did. I just woke up one day and I started feeling the symptoms.

God knows how hard I tried to ignore it and disregard the possibilities. But later on, I still failed. Hailee still found out. She never believed my excuses. For her, I'm such an in denial bitch. Well, I really am. I wasn't clueless. I was just in denial.

But right now, I'm just tired of denying it.

It was only a few minutes after I entered the cubicle yet it felt like eternal for me. Another second passed and I was done peeing. Using my trembling hand, I took the tube out with my pee in it and began to put a few drops on the strip. My heart continued pulsating against my chest as I waited for the result. I feel lightheaded the whole time, and my knees were shaking too.

God. I'm so fucking nervous. But I have no rights to throw questions because in the first place, I was at fault for this mistake. There's no one to blame but me... and him.

"Oh, my God." Tears immediately pooled around my eyes. I covered my mouth to contain my sobs. I never blinked while staring at the result before my eyes.

Two fucking red lines. Fucking positive.

I tried the other and the result was just the same. Holy crap...

"Bev? Is everything okay? Are you done?" I heard Hailee behind closed doors.

"Y-Yeah, I'm done! Wait a sec." My voice cracked as my tears fell more.

Shit. I knew it! There's always consequences behind every action. I don't know what to feel. I'm in mixed emotions. I feel overwhelmed, there's also happiness which I never thought I was capable of feeling again. However, the fear I've been feeling remained. It only gotten worse.

"Ugh, thank goodness! I was close to think you fell asleep-Oh, dear. What's wrong?" Hailee was quick to pull me for a hug after she saw my pale face cascaded with tears.

"I-It's positive, Hail. I'm gonna be... a m-mother." I sobbed. She gasped before she made me face her again.

"Really? That's a freaking good news! What the heck? This is something we should celebrate about! You'll be entering the motherhood, Beverly!" She exclaimed happily like it's the best news she ever heard in history.

I just wish I could pull the same reaction.

"What do I know about being a mother, anyway?" What about my career? My manager will surely despise me. Every one of the industry, they're going to judge me.

"Don't worry, we'll figure it out. I'm with you," Hailee held my hands and squeezed them. "And I'm pretty sure, the father of that little thing will also do the same. After all, you both made that. You just have to tell him-" That's my cue to stop her from going further. Because apparently, I've heard enough.

"There's no way in hell he's going to know about this." I gritted my teeth., my eyes filled with determination. Hailee was giving me a puzzled look. "I'll raise the baby without needing his presence. I'll keep it, by hook or by fucking crook." I declared with finality.

I'll be the selfish mother if I have to. Because I know very well what kind of a man he is, and now that our heated secret resulted into my own little secret, I'll make sure he's the last person who will know about it.

TWO WEEKS AGO

"Come on, Hail!" I pulled my friend just as we entered Pentagon, the Torryn Hills' one and only high-end club. Particularly, me and Hailee's favorite place in the entire city.

We immediately blended in the crowd. We headed to the island bar without further ado. I don't know. I just feel like I want to get wasted tonight.

The cool ambiance was giving, the loud noise, upbeat music done by the DJ, and the smells of different liquors and smokes from cigar and vape were all mixing up into the air. It's just so perfectly giving. Definitely something I've been craving for since a week by now.

"Whoa, whoa! Hey, you chill, girl." Hailee reacted as I drank my Tequila shot one after another, straight to my throat.

"What do you think? Did my alcohol intake improve? Is it passable now?" I grinned at her. She frowned.

"Honestly? Still sucks," Ouch. "Well, anyways, let me guess..." she shook the ice cubes in her shot glass. "You had an argument with your mom again, that's why you're drinking so wildly and angry tonight. Am I right?" She looked into my eyes.

I looked away and made another gulp of my shot.

"Yeah. It wasn't even a simple argument like what we used to have. It's um, a fight, more like a serious fight where I shouted and she was also raising her voice at me. We were both so angry, and emotional. I was frustrated, she was too." I told her and gazed blankly at the dancing people in front of us while being lost in the thoughts of that fight earlier at home.

"Was it about their divorce?" I sensed empathy in her voice.

"Yup. But anyway, let's just forget about it. For goodness' sake, I called you to join me here to have some fun not to be depressed!" I snapped. She chuckled aloud which also made me do the same.

"Alright, alright. I'm sorry. Of course, we're here to loosen up and to forget for awhile. Fuck fights. Fuck family. Fuck pressure. Fuck work. Fuck everything!" She exclaimed like crazy as she raised her middle finger in the air.

I was laughing really hard yet genuine. Thanks to her for making me feel this good after a very bad tiring day.

"Being a model sucks but it's a passion so, whatever. Still, Fuck Duke. Fuck Wallace. Fuck mom. Let's get fucking wasted tonight, yes?" I smirked and raised my glass. She chuckled as she raised hers as well.

"Hell, yeah!" And we bumped our shot glasses, it created a cute clank.

We were giggling like some lunatics as time went by. Every minute felt so light and happy. Having Hailee's company was so much fun and comforting. We've got to catch up a lot of things after not being able to see each other personally for more like a month. We were like that until we've both had enough.

"Here's your tip, hunky. Oh, and here's my calling card if you want some hot... dirty talks, you know." I shook my head like a disappointed mother as I watched Hailee say it to the bartender who clearly has this perverted look at her face.

This is ridiculous. She's drunk. We're both drunk. Yes, I support her for hunting boys that she could make out with tonight but I totally disagree with this one. I mean, he's a hunky, yes. But definitely not a catch. He just got the body, but his face screams misogyny and real-time narcissism.

"Hail, let's go and dance!" I kept on pulling her. She groaned.

"How about you tell me your name, hunky-"

"Hailee Stevens!" I called her full name. She was moving hyperactively and it's making me feel real dizzy.

"Okay, fine! God!" Finally, she let me pull her towards the dancefloor. "You're such a mom, Bev!" I ignored her tantrums.

Seconds later, we lost each other in the wild crowds. I don't know where did she go. She's probably making out with some random dude already for all I know. Meanwhile, I was swaying my body in a slow manner, just as how the music felt like. When I felt a pair of hands all over my body as I began dancing smoothly against the chest of a random guy dancing behind me.

"You're smoking hot, babe." He whispered against my ear which made me smirk. Boys and their tactics.

"Thanks."

"Want to do something hotter?" He then bit my earlobe. It tingled me for a moment. I bit my lip and faced him. I've got to see his handsome face. He has a clean cut hair and a set of eyes looking at me with pure lust.

That's when I remembered Duke. He was being an asshole boyfriend to me these past days and I feel like, everything's not so right between us anymore.

So, "Why not?" As I answered that, the guy quickly attacked my lips and his hands cupped my breasts.

This guy isn't so thirsty, is he?

In the midst of the crowd, we were busy making out. At first, his kisses were bearable but as minutes went by, it became boring to me. He just... he didn't reach my expectations. He was excited and too fast yet I could his hands trembling like he's somewhat nervous.

So, I pulled out from the kiss and pushed him away.

"What the fu-"

"I'm sorry." I said and left him there, dumfounded.

Slightly annoyed, I walked across the dancing people, my eyes wandering around the place, searching for something that could pick my interest. I was too drunk already, I won't even deny that. But I don't wanna go home yet.

My gaze stopped at the tall man leaning against the island counter. He was holding a glass of rum in his large hand. Wearing a formal all black suit, his hair was jet black and looking messy like he just happened to rake it through his fingers. I literally eyed the way he sipped from his shot, it was so catchy and perfect.

Fuck. He's so handsome and so freaking hot.

No wonder why many eyes were all on him. Some of the girls even tried to seduce him but ended up being awfully rejected. A smirk formed on my lips as I started walking towards his spot. I didn't expect he would look at me that fast. My heart skipped a beat but I continued with my steps until we were close enough. I stopped an inch away from his body.

In a closer view, he's taller, way hotter and gorgeous. Despite my blurry unstable vision, I've got to see the color of his brooding eyes and they're so beautiful. Turquoise.

"Hi! Alone?" I asked using my flirty voice. He needed to lower his head so that he could level my gaze. I smelled the manliness in his perfume.

"Not anymore." He answered huskily. Oh gosh. What did he mean by that?

"Oh. Um, I see. Um-" he cut me off already.

"Why are you here? Did your guy fail to satisfy you?" But his next words blown my mind.

"W-Why..." what the hell? He was watching me? Watching us?

He put his glass on the countertop and faced me properly. I saw a ghost of smirk plastered on his damp lips. I couldn't help but stare at it.

"It's fine. If he didn't make your panties wet, I will." He whispered sexily and I was like, damn it. That's just how I like it.

Without further ado, he held my nape and captured my lips. I placed my hands on his hard arms, feeling his biceps underneath those sleeves. He began stepping back, pulling me with him. He was doing it smoothly, expertly, without breaking our kiss. We remained kissing hungrily, it was so rough and needy that I completely forgot I have a boyfriend. Due to my undeniable drunkenness, all my rationalities were gone, my inhibitions were thrown away too as all I could think about at that very moment was the touch of his luscious lips and every flick of his sinful tongue.

"Let's resume this in private, shall we?" The stranger murmured. I nodded with my sleepy eyes.

The next thing I knew, we were at the doorstep of a room. He closed the door and turned the lights on while still, making out with me. I initiated to unbutton his upper clothes, my hands were obviously trembling. He probably felt it so, he helped me remove his polo until his well-toned rocky chest was finally revealed to me. I put my palms on it and caressed it sensually. I heard his heavy breathing.

Our lips were inseparable. He pushed me to the wall and placed his knee in between my legs, spreading it wider. A sheer pleasure gushed through me as he pushed my panty aside and slid his finger inside me. He then, used his thumb to play my clit, making my toes curled in so much pleasure.

A short moan escaped my lips when he inserted two fingers to penetrate my hole even more. It felt amazing. I was in a total ecstasy, feeling the movement of his expert fingers as they go in and out, creating a lewd sound which was only making me feel hotter. My eyes were close the entire time I was moaning while being fucked by his wonderful fingers. I started moving my hips too, with the same rhythm just so I could reach my orgasm and seconds later, I did.

"Know how to ride?" He asked as he laid his body on the bed while staring at my nakedness intently.

"Y-Yeah." Shit. He's really, really something.

"Good. Now come on, baby. Ride me." He said and I obediently obliged.

Moans and groans filled the four corners of the room. I was on top of him, doing my thing, his hands were all over my chest, molding my breasts, his tongue licking my twin peaks. I couldn't stop moaning every time his huge manhood was hitting the perfect spot as he kept on moving his hips up, keeping it deeper to my core.

My breaths labored. I could feel it again, the pressure on my womb. I was about to reach heaven once again but he suddenly changed our position and it became him on my top. He pushed his cock back inside, and began with his deeper, even rougher thrusts. I reached for his lips and he immediately gave the full access.

"Ah! C-Cumming." My eyes rolled back, muscles trembled as I reached another orgasm.

"Take mine, baby." The stranger groaned. His thrusts became desperate. I reached one more of my release. "Damn it!" He pushed it so deep and I felt his hot loads exploded inside my womb, filling it.

He fell on my side. I closed my eyes because I felt really, really tired.

When I woke up, it's already sunrise and I found myself alone in the room. However, I was wearing my clothes and I could not feel any discomfort from my down there so I suspected the stranger dressed and cleaned me before he left.

Thoughtful, huh.

While driving back home, I couldn't help but think about the happenings last night. I unconsciously touched my lips as I remembered his deep rough kisses. Last night was amazing, and he'd done so good, so well but the annoying thing here is, I couldn't seem to walk properly without my down there aching.

Hell, he was so big. I could still remember how monstrous it was, making me question myself how did it even fit me in the first place.

I was parking my car on our garage when I remembered Hailee but decided to just call her later when I got inside my room. I just hope she got home safe.

As I entered our house, my eyes quickly darted at the man sitting on one of the dining chairs. His back was facing me but it was too familiar that my steps turned slow. Despite how drunk I was last night, I fucking know who I fucked and I confirmed it when the man turned to me and I met his mesmerizing bluish-green eyes.

"You're just in time, Beverly. I want you to meet Atlas Cameron, your stepbrother." Mom dropped it like a bomb and I was like,

What in the actual fuck?

The man who I fucked last night is my stepbrother? Is this some kind of a fucking joke?

I removed my eyes from the danger of his gaze and shifted it to my mother's face. My heart was in my mouth as I gathered all of my courage to speak up after a moment of deafening silence.

"Tell me you're kidding, mom." I said in a controlled voice. She raised an eyebrow at me, as if my words sounded ridiculous to her ears.

"I'm not kidding, Bev." She stared at me for a second before I got to see her sarcastic smile. "Oh, I get it now. Of course, I should've saw that reaction coming. We've already talked about this matter but I guess, we just couldn't understand each other." She toned bitterly.

I swallowed hard, not because I was affected by her words. But because I could clearly feel those intense stares from that man named... Atlas.

What's with his stares, by the way? He must stop doing that! It's as if he could remember what happened last night between us.

Or... maybe he really could.

My eyes widened because of that terrifying thought. Embarrassment crawled its way to me as I reminisced every freaking detail of that steamy moment I had with him.

"Bev? Beverly!" Mom snapped me out from my reverie. She was giving me a wondering look. "I said come and join our breakfast. Oh well, perhaps your rebellion last night got you preoccupied." She said, disappointed.

I gritted my teeth. She pulled her chair and sat on it. Honestly, I don't have a plan on joining her in the table but for some reasons... that Atlas guy who's my, yeah, damn stepbrother was making me want to try at least. So, I did. I pulled my own chair and took a seat with a valid gap from his.

Mom looks satisfied for a moment as she continued putting some butter on her bread. However, I immediately regretted my decision after. Staying in the same atmosphere with her is already a mistake but with this man right here with us? It's a fucking torture, especially now that I'm completely sober.

"So, you're a professional pilot, huh." Mom sounded impressed as she said that. The information got me that I slowed down from slicing my omelet.

"Yes, I am." Atlas answered. I shot him a side-eye look. He eyed me and I saw a ghost of smirk playing on his lips.

Oh, those delicious lips I've tasted last night...

Darn it. You better stay focus, Beverly!

"Trevor must be very proud of you." Mom smiled sweetly as she mentioned the name of her newly found lover. I secretly snorted on my seat.

"Actually, he was. Back when I was eight and won in mathematics contest." Atlas said in a dry humor which made my mother laugh still. Ugh, I can't seriously withstand this.

Mom seemed to like him, huh. She looked very fond of him. So, that's just it? The small family she's been dreaming to have ever since. Only without Dad in it. How great.

I couldn't resume my food anymore. It's like every time I try to swallow, my throat refuses. It's frustrating.

Atlas eyed me once again. Our gazes met, he looked like he could sense my discomfort in this situation. I simply gulped and avoided his eyes before I could get myself lost in its depth.

"I'm full. Excuse me." I stood up and decided to leave the table without waiting for their responses. Mom called me for about two times yet I never looked back.

I've been feeling cornered from those burning stares of Atlas and when I finally crossed the door, all of my emotions that I kept bottling up came into an explosion. I removed my heels harshly and threw myself to my bed. It feels sticky, knowing I'm still wearing the same dress I wore on my latest photoshoot yesterday.

But anyway, it's least of my concerns now. I urgently need to call Hail right now before I lose my mind because of all the happenings in here.

"Come on, bitch. Answer the damn call." I mumbled in a little bit annoyance. What's taking her so long though?

I also want to know if she got home safe. Other than that, I'll fire her the breaking news for this morning that will surely entertain the shit out of her. Oh, I can't wait to hear her gasps and exaggerated reactions.

"Thank God! I finally reached you!" I exclaimed in relief after I heard her voice in the other line.

"Yeah. Sorry for making you wait, Bev. But you should say sorry to me too because you just disturbed my sleep!" She said which made me laugh like a witch.

"Did I? Sorry then, sleepyhead." I heard her laughter from the background.

"You're such a bitch."

"By the way, who dropped you home last night? Hey, I apologize for not being able to do that when it's my responsibility to bring you back to your house, safe and sound." I said in a serious tone now.

"Please, don't worry about it. In fact, I should be thankful to you because you know what? Harvin dropped me off here! My gosh! It felt amazing, Bev. I think I've really fallen for him!" She began stifling her scream like a teenage lovesick fool who happened to get a kiss from her crush.

Meanwhile, confusion got me at its finest.

"Wait, what? Harvin who?" Is there a man named Harvin in our previous conversation about boys? Certainly, none. Did I miss something from the last seven hours? Definitely.

"Harvin Ryder, the bartender!" She happily stated and I was like, what the hell, Hailee Stevens?!

"That common guy?" The side of my lips tugged up in unintended disgust.

"Bev! Don't call him like that. He's a sweet loving guy, I swear!" She defended. My lips parted. I can't believe this. Sweet loving guy? Those types were gone extinct a long time ago, I think.

"Are you freaking serious, Hail? That guy, really?" She really hooked up with that guy, huh? Heck. I don't even know what to feel about this.

"And what's the matter with that? It's not like he's an ex-con for heaven's sake! I like him, okay? I confirmed it when he kissed me before he left me in front of our gate." She giggled. I ended up sighing in disappointment.

I totally disagree with her, dating that guy. For me, he looked like he only fucks then leaves. But then, who am I to judge further, right? Maybe just give the man a chance. If he can treat my best friend well then, no problem. Good for Hail. But if he's just another type of asshole then, he better resign from that bar already because God knows I will never stop hunting him for hurting my precious Hail.

He can dump any girls as he wants but not my bestie or else, all hell will break loose. That's for sure.

"Fine. Want me to be honest with you? Okay, I don't like him for you." I said frankly. She gasped exasperatedly. I blew out a sigh. "But if he can really make you happy then, go on. Date the guy. Just don't surprise me with a call at late night and make me hear your fucking cry." I added and she replied it with a loud laughter.

"You really love me, huh? I love you more, Bev! You're the best!" She even made a kiss sound. I chuckled and rolled my eyes up even though she couldn't see me.

"Uh-huh, whatever. It's my turn now to spill some news." I said lazily as I got up and decided to take a bath while still in line with her.

"Um, okay? What is it?" She sounded so eager for it which made me smirk dryly and with that, I began sharing her the fucked up situation I have that I just happened to digest about a few minutes ago.

Just like what I have expected, her reactions were priceless yet very accurate. But among all of her transparent reactions, what I couldn't really accept was the fact that she found it amusing.

Amusing, really? In what way?

"God! Are you for real? You fucked your stepbrother?!" Her voice was so loud, it almost made me curse her.

"Can you just try to lower your voice, Hail? I'm on a loudspeaker." I hissed. She chuckled.

"But your room's soundproof. Why are you so paranoid?"

"Ugh! I really hate my life, you know." I let out a harsh breath and took my pink towel to roll it on my hair.

"Oh dear, I know you more than you know yourself." She wasn't joking at that statement. It's always a likewise though. It's like, we were born to memorize each other.

Shit happens when the world is too heartless to make your life miserable.

How I want to bump my head on the cold tiled wall when I finished my shower and then, realized there was no bathrobe I brought with me inside. I closed my eyes tightly to calm myself down and take a deep breath before I opened the bathroom door and stepped out to get the fucking robe.

Keep your nerves calm, Bev. It's just a bad day.

"Bev? You still there?"

"Yeah! Just... getting my robe!"

"What? You showered without bringing one?" She questioned in between her laughs. I ended up laughing too at my own stupidity.

"Well, I was too preoccupied so-" my sentence was cut off when the door of my room suddenly opened and it revealed my stepbrother who immediately got his eyes on my completely naked body! "What the hell?!" I screamed.

I don't know what to cover, my boobs or my jewel. It was too sudden and he literally shocked me to the fucking core!

"Huh? Is everything okay? What happened?" Hail's voice kept on coming out from my phone that I threw on the bed due to panic.

"I'm sorry-"

"You fucking pervert!" My cheeks were burning hot and as I recovered from the shock, I threw my hairbrush to his direction but he flawlessly dodged it which truly annoyed me.

"Sorry. You didn't lock your door so, I just assumed you're on your bed... still dressed." He said but it only made my blood boil.

"Whoa! Who's that, Bev? Is that a man? Oh my gosh! Is that your stepb-" Quickly, I took back my phone.

"Talk to you later, Hail! Sorry! Bye!" And with that, I ended the call. I threw my phone again and faced the asshole intruder once again.

"What are you even doing here? Don't you know how to knock?!" What's wrong with this man?

"Calm down, woman. It's not like this is the first time I saw that assets of yours." He seemed cool and all composed as he said that. Meanwhile, I think I dropped my jaw on the floor.

He's... he's unbelievable! Damn. I can't believe he's the lucky man who got to fuck me last night! But damn me too for not feeling any regret. I just can't believe myself either.

"You know what? Fuck you!" I hissed with an obvious annoyance. He slowly smirked. It almost wobbled my knees. Damn it.

"But you already did last night." He said.

No matter how hard I tried not to blush, his words still made me and it annoyed me more.

Why did he have to bring that topic up, anyway?

"Barbara requested me to tell you to pack your things because as per Dad's order, you two are going to live with us in Cameron's Villa from now on." He coldly told me. I blinked as I tried to process everything I've heard from him.

"Y-You've got to be kidding me!" Live under the same roof with them? With him? No way!

"Blame the two lovesucking birds." He said acidly before he turned his back on me and left my room.