THE STEPDAD AFFAIR

chapter thirteen

KOHEN

I walk downstairs and into the kitchen to see a strange girl in a bikini top and shorts drinking some water.

"Um, who are you?" I ask.

She turns to me while drinking the rest of her water. "Ahh. I finally get to meet the hot stepdad."

"You must be Tara's friend." I say, shoving my hands into my pockets.

"In the flesh. I'm Lina." She says and extends a hand to shake mine.

I shake her hand and look through the glass sliding doors to see Tara in the pool on a blow-up floatie.

I frown, seeing Tara. I miss her. I want to be the one out there with her.

"She didn't mean it, you know." Lina mumbled.

"Didn't mean what?" I ask.

"What she said."

I raise my eyebrow as she refills her cup.

"I'm confused." I say to her.

"The kiss."

Holy s**t.

My eyes widen, and I look around to make sure Kristina isn't in earshot since she's home today.

"Um... my wife is home." I say to her.

"Look... I'm going to say something, and if you repeat it, I will personally hurt you." She says.

I doubt that... I highly doubt that.

"Alright then."

Lina looked behind her before turning back to me and speaking. "Upstairs. Tara's desk. Red flash drive. You have approximately fifteen minutes."

I raise my eyebrow, but she simply walks back outside, leaving me alone. I slowly make my way up to Tara's room and stand outside it.

Despite the voice in my head telling me not to go in, I push open the door to her room and step inside.

My eyes land on a red flash drive, sitting innocently on her desk. Curiosity gets the better of me, and I reach out to grab the flash drive.

God, I'm hoping that a s*x tape isn't on this.

I make my way to my office, closing the door behind me. I insert the flash drive into my computer. A file pops up, simply titled 'His Affair.' I open it, and my eves widen as I begin to read.

It's a dark romance novel, and the main characters are unmistakably based on Tara and me. The story unfolds in vivid detail, revealing a forbidden love, fraught with passion and turmoil.

God, the s*x scenes are.... detailed.

The characters, so distinctly resembling us, face an impossible choice and ultimately part ways their love unfulfilled.

I close the document, feeling a sense of longing.

I don't know what to think about this.

I want her. I don't want our story to end like that. For a moment, I feel like deleting her ending, but I don't. I'm just going to hope she changes it.

Later that night, I walked past Tara's room, and something caught my eye. Tara is standing in front of her mirror, struggling to zip up her stunning dress.

She frowns in frustration, tugging at the stubborn zipper.

It hugs every curve perfectly.

My footsteps falter, and I find myself standing at the doorway, watching her in the soft glow of her bedroom.

I bite my lip, torn between what I know is right and the overwhelming to rip that dress off her. My hand reaches out instinctively, hovering for a moment before I finally speak, my voice a mere whisper.

"Do you need help with that?" The words escape my lips, laden with a mixture of concern and desire. I can't help myself.

I want to touch her, to feel her warmth against my skin.

She turns to me, surprise flickering in her eyes, and hesitates for a moment. The air crackles with anticipation as she nods. "Yeah. Thanks." She smiles like she's happy to see me but nervous at the same time.

She took my advice that her hair was loose and her curls were perfectly defined. She turned her back to me so she's facing the mirror, and I positioned myself behind her.

I reach for the zipper, the delicate fabric of her dress sliding smoothly beneath my touch. I slowly pull it up, the sound of the zipper filling the room. But as I reach the top, I don't let go. Instead, I place my hands on her hips, feeling the curve of her body, the softness of her skin.

I hear the soft gasp that escaped her lips. She doesn't resist. There's no protest, no pushback. Instead, she leans back into my touch, her body melting against mine. The temptation is overwhelming, and for a moment, it feels like the world around us ceases to exist.

"Kohen.." she whispers.

Unable to resist any longer, I bury my face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her intoxicating scent. The warmth of her body against mine sends shivers down my spine. The world around us fades away, leaving only the two of us locked in this moment.

"What perfume do you use?" I whisper while planting a soft kiss on her neck.

"Guess girl." She says softly.

She's always wearing this one.. it smells so good. I like how I can smell it on her when she's next to me, or even when the scent is faded, you can still smell it on her skin.

"I'm going to buy it." I say to her and kiss her neck once again.

"W-why?" She stutters.

I inhale, taking in her scent again, and I let my fingers roam over her fabric of her dress before I answer. "I want your scent with me everywhere I go."

"But it's for women..."

"I don't care." I mumble.

I glance at the mirror and notice she's biting her bottom lip.

"You look beautiful, Bella."

A look of confusion takes over on her face. "Bella?"

"It's Italian for beautiful."

I can almost hear her heart racing, but I can't stop. I'm going to need her to stop me.

I whisper in her ear, my voice thick with desperation. "Tell me to stop Bella.."

There's a moment of hesitation.

But then, to my surprise, she turns around, her eyes filled with a mix of apprehension and desire. And in that instant, all resistance crumbles.

"Kiss me now." She says hungrily.

I lean in, capturing her lips with mine, our mouths melding together.

I can't stop.

Tara wraps her arms around my neck, kissing me hungrily. I can feel the bulge in my pants forming. I wrap my arms tightly around her. I can taste the minty residue on her tongue. She just brushed her teeth. I'd kiss her anytime.

Finally, we pull away, and I cup her face. Both of our eyes are closed.

"You should've stopped me." I manage to say.

I can feel her heavy breathing, but she doesn't let me go, and neither do I.

Nothing more is happening between s tonight. Not with Kristina and her friend here.

"If anyone touches you tonight, I'll break break every bone in his body." I say to her in a lustful warning tone.

"How will you know if they do?" She asks.

"I'll know." I open my eyes, and so does she. I lean in like I'm going to kiss her again, and she eagerly leans in, but I don't kiss her. "Have fun tonight, Bella."