I'M MY STEP FATHER'S POSSESSION

CHAPTER FOUR

EMILY'S POV

I woke up with a moan. Morning sunlight brushed their way through the glass windows and thick curtains, brightening up the white hotel room, giving warning that a new day had just begun.

I was tired. An overly weighing pain stiffened in my shoulder muscles as I stretched my hands to the side, assuming a turn when a sudden ache on my legs stop me midway.

At first, I was confused then I remembered and smiled, sinking back in the bed.

Toast to the mystery man who took my virginity and helped me forget my existence. My mind played a brief run-through of last night, then fixated on the deep voice that whispered possessive words in my ears -

'Good, I’ll make you scream~~

You’re mine, just mine to devour, never ever forget that.”

That was such a drag for a first and last night but it helped me, a lot.

I breath out loudly, not of worry, but of satisfaction. I didn't even know when I passed out.

My lips parted allowing a sigh, I was suddenly not myself. First and last night, huh..... I don’t want it to be a last.

My brows creased and a frown was forming. Burning the thought of seeing him again with an adverse irony of having no contact whatsoever.

What was I even thinking? Meeting a stranger and following him to his house? Like that wasn't dangerous enough, and he....he had a gun!

I freaking f*****g asked him for 'raw', the possibilities of me getting a disease or harming myself didn't click in once, all because of an ex and I want to see the stranger again? Not just see him, but f**k him?

Am I cah-ray-zee?!

I tried to look for faults to hide my overwhelming ache for more, more of whatever we had and more of him. This may not seem right but....~and I know it's obviously just a one side thing~ but ..it was ... ~I can't explain it with words.~ It was .... overwhelming, fufilling, beautiful....and my head can't seem to forget the picture of the climax I was nearing as a masculine, pretty body was slamming into mine, filling me with what I never had before, letting all my worries silently slip away.

So this is what they say about it, this is what s*x does to one's mind. I want more.

Whatever my attraction, is past and stays in last night! It was no other than getting my emotions out, leaving it to rampage. My mind warned.

But I want to feel that warmth again. His hard skin against mine. My heart taunted leaving me rational.

Come to think of it....how am I here? How did he know where I lodged? Mm, who cares? I just had the best night of my life.

I adjusted my already resting head on the pillows to a more comfortable pose, feeling the swell between my legs and the soreness of my thighs and ass cheeks with each movement.

The flashback of his warm tongue sucking on my c******s and f*****g my hole filled my mind like a nonstopping waterfall. I slipped my hands beneath the duvet to touch my v****a and winced.

It still hurts.

Well, there goes my first s*x and one night stand. I sighed at my earlier thought to trash the emotion. I don’t want it to be a last. I didn’t know why, but I felt devastated. Was it because of the emotions or need he gave me, one I never felt with Brandon. My eyes almost went teary. I wasn’t supposed to be this way but why was I? Why was my mind still leaning on the fact that I caught them at my doorstep? For a few seconds, I forgot and my body relaxed with ease, now it blocked my nerves like a crashing train. I sobbed, then a thought came to mind which made me grin. But that was some good d**k though.

I laughed aloud like I was drunk. Well I was last night. I turned to the side to search for my phone~~ oh, it was neatly placed in the drawer with my shoes and torn thongs and night dress.

My eyes shot open wider....did he undress me?! My mind judged my stupidity immediately. I mean, yeah he did, but...I sniffed on my skin, I smell like roses and vanilla. He cleaned me up.....I never had s*x before nor knew what happened after aside waking up beside the person, but I never thought your one night stand will give you a bath and take care of your clothes.

My fingers raised the pile of my neatly folded bra and thong before coming to see a note.

Last night was fun, you were amazing. Laters baby and good morning.

Last night was fun? I didn’t know what to make of that but my heart jumped to ‘you were amazing'

Of course he found me amazing, no one would miss the tightness of a virgin p***y anywhere, but will run from the inexperience, which he already covered up with 'I was amazing!'

Enough with the butterflies. I have to get ready to meet my mom today and join in the so called ‘family reunion' I roll my eyes at the sound of it.

My legs were still numb and I was hungry. God! Why didn’t I pick a better night to be f****d senseless on.

I groaned and sulked on my bed.

***

I walked through the driveway and passed by the water fountain leading to the mansion. My legs were still sore but good enough to walk.

Putting that aside, this place is incredible!! I needed to check the address twice before coming in!! What kind of man did mom bag this time?

My jaw gaped at the wonders of this place. Just the garage screamed wealth with it's extravagant tiles and cars begging to be driven and crushed. It is wide enough to take three times my whole apartment block with extra plots, talk less of the mansion in front of me. This must be the doing of a god, cause I doubt any human can uphold such wealth. I came to a heart stopping motion at the sight of the steps leading to the entrance, is that real gold on the pillars?

My gaze went to the other side, and those! The mystery one-in-a-million marbles, I saw on the news, that cost more than entire existence used for front steps?!

For feet to step upon?!

Mom! How the f**k did you get this guy! What charm in the world did you use?! I need to know!

“This way madam.” A man in suit and gloved hands directed me inside on getting to the front door. He welcomed me at the gate, but boy did my legs move slowly while drooling at this place. Now that he's not moving and I'm still enough to look at him, his footwear looked more expensive than my entire outfit.

I gasped in my head, Are his workers rich too?!

I took off my shoes on his orders and slipped in to some comfy slippers I was offered at the step in the anti room.

There were two servants by the door, one took my coat and the other made her way to take my handbag.

“Oh, no! I’ll have that, thank you.” He stared at me querying and I felt the need to explain, “My phone’s in here, I could get a call..”

His gaze changed to one of a look down, like he was unimpressed, it got under my skin but I decided to ignore it. I’ll get you fired when I meet my step dad, ass.

I can’t believe I already accepted the man I had sworn to hate. But, WHO WOULDN’T?!! This dude is loadeddd!

My mom has awesome eyes.

The anti room was bigger than my apartment room but something about this place masked a memory, it had a familiar aura but I couldn’t tell what, it just felt like I’ve been here before. Pfft! Who wouldn’t dream of being in their own Eutopia!!

I held the knob of the other door and it reminded me of last night. He pressed me on a wall beside a door before taking me to his bed. My cheeks went red.

My fingers swayed to the side to turn the knob open but the man that walked me from the gate put his hands above mine like he didn't want me touching anything and my touch tainted the worth of whatever furniture.

“I’ll lead you to young master, madam.”

“Miss.” I corrected him sternly. This man was getting on my nerves, the demeaning look with his chin raised high was annoying, too bad your face looks like Rumpelstiltskin! Plus, I’m not old. I got a hot guy under the sheets!

“Madam.” He said again.

My skin boiled with irritation. First day and I already hate him.

“I don’t want to call you with formalities.” He said. b***h, that’s also formal.

I calmed the urge to set his tracks right but I reminded myself to chillax. I smirked instead. “The next time you call me that, I’ll make sure you lose your job, know your place, like you were given an option.” Oh, well that just came out. I’m the perfect daughter already!!

He apologized. Oh my f*****g God. Take me to heaven already!

Letting him do his job - open the door to lead me to the living room to his 'young master' which by the way, I wonder where the other two workers passed to leave, I marvelled at the sight. It was a zillion times bigger on the inside.

My eyes trailed the splendor of the living room, the large flat screen TV and all the statues hung on the wall, then to the dining table. The building was soo tall that the chandelier, although huge, didn’t have a spot from its hanging at the center of the ceiling. I blinked twice to know I’m not dreaming. I’m not pinching myself, but I can feel it, this is real!

I followed the man from behind and slowly beheld a small feminine figure while approaching my assumed destination. Two men came to sight. One tall and the other shorter and slender, but they were all taller than my mom. MOM!

I almost ran to her but didn’t. When she saw me, her face lit up and she walked to give me a hug. Her ice blue gown was shimmering. Like an Elsa outfit but modern and better. Her hands were also gloved.

“My darling...(kisses both cheeks)....I’m glad you could make it.”

“I wouldn’t miss your big day for the world!” I said with a shaky smile almost sarcastically. Truth is, I was forced then magically the incident that I caught Brandon cheating happened.

She stepped back from me and pursed her lips, her hands were in front of her, fingers intertwined. I stared at the men before me. The other one wasn’t slender as I thought, but fatly built. And the second....oh! He did look hella good. I adore his stature from the back of his suit as his back was to me. Those shoulders are broad and his BODY, definitely to die for.

I ran my eyes round the large empty room, aside the four of us, thinking.

Was this who the man meant by ‘young master’? Where's mama's bride? That is the name I planned to use to frustrate him when I saw him - till I saw his house - My future homee!!

“Pumpkin, meet Mason, my betrothed.”

Wait, what?! Are you kidding me? This was her fiance?! I couldn’t believe how someone that old could be this hot from behind.

The eagerness to see his face dawned on me hard, as time was annoyingly slow as he was turning.

Is he ugly or what? Turn already, let me see the face of the man behind this wealth!!! I take it, mid-fifties. You have to be that old to have accomplished this.

My mouth dropped open and my eyes bulged as they caught on the beauty of the 'bride'. He was pretty alright, and painfully handsome too.

Soo painfully handsome that I wouldn't miss the chiselled, clean shaven, handsome face of 'the bride' from anywhere. My mind went bland immediately.

The man from last night.

My one night stand......my mother’s betrothed.

My perfect s*x one night stand.

My mother’s fiancé....

My heart dropped with a heart stopping conclusion. The man of my dreams that satisfied my urges the night before, was my mother’s soon-to-be-wed husband and future step father.

Why does life always have to give me lemons. Why is the only thing I had close to perfect haunting me this way. I froze. My breathing stopped entirely at the sound of his voice.

“Good morning little lady, I’m Mason, a pleasure to meet you.”

It held the same depth and firmness of last night. His eyes held a flash of wickedness, dark and heavy with a scare-- more like a...a what?

My head clouded with flashing memories of last night and I almost barfed at the now ringing voice in my head. I had an affair with my future step father.