My Twin Babies Daddy is my stepfather: His Son Also Want Me.

Zara's POV. I stood in front of the mirror, gently fastening the tiny hook of my silver necklace. The necklace my boyfriend, Ethan got me for our anniversary last year. The necklace rested on my neck as excitement swelled in my chest. Today was Ethan's birthday and it was his twenty sixth and tonight I was prepared to give him everything. I felt beautiful tonight as the red satin dress made my curves delicately bigger as it stopped just above my knees. Ethan once said that I look like a dream of his whenever I wore red dresses and I loved his compliment so much. I smiled at the memories we had spent together as I slipped on my heels, then I glanced at the gift box wrapped in red paper which was on my bed. Inside of the box, it had a leather watch he had been eyeing for months but he kept on claiming that it was too expensive for something that just tells time. The box also had an engraved bracelet I had custom made for him and on the inside of the band it read “You waited for me”. I also glanced at the envelope which had concert tickets inside of it, he casually mentioned some months ago. But that wasn't the only gift I got for him. Tonight was the night and we had dated for a year and some months now. And through it all, Ethan never rushed me. He never made me feel bad about taking things slowly while my friends complained about guys who become distant the moment they heard the word “wait” but it was different with Ethan. He even leaned in closer than ever, making me feel extremely loved in all the right ways. He was more patient with me and more tender. He never pressured me even when I pushed his boundaries, when I told him I wasn't ready for s*x yet. He never rolled his eyes or made me feel like a burden, instead he held my hand and said “When you are ready, I'm here for you and I will wait. He just made it easy to fall completely in love with him and I wasn't ashamed to admit that fact. So tonight I was finally ready. My phone rang and Laura's name appeared on my screen. Laila has been my best friend since college, my personal stylist, and part time therapist. “Girl, are you really doing this?” Laila asked. “Yes babes. Tonight is the night that I am giving him everything” I replied. “Damn you better not call me tomorrow crying how painful it was in the beginning but enjoyable in the middle” she teased and I knew exactly where she was hinting at. I chuckled at her words. “I won't. Trust me on that, I am fully prepared to take it all in” I said and ended the call immediately on her as my heart fluttered with excitement. “Damn it Zara. You are really about to give him your whole heart tonight” I whispered to my reflection, brushing a loose curl from my cheek as I quickly texted him. “I'm on my way to you birthday boy. I hope you are ready?” I typed, adding a wink emoji and a red heart as I also added I love you then I sent it to him but he didn't reply, especially when I knew he was fast in replying to messages. But I considered the fact that it was his birthday after all and he would be busy with the arrangements. ~~~~~~~~~ I reached his estate but it was quiet. Probably the guests hadn't started arriving yet and my eyes settled on his car parked in the garage. I would use this moment to my advantage to spend more time with him before the guests arrived and steak him away from me for the night. I tightly clutched the gift box to my chest as I walked up to the door and my heels clicked gently against the tiles. I didn't knock at his door because I had the spare key to his house. He had given it to me three months ago and the moment I opened the door and stepped in, the scent of cinnamon candles filled up my nostrils and I smiled to myself. It was his favourite. For a second my nerves melted and my lips curled into a more brighter smile as I stepped in. “Ethan, are you in there?” I called out softly but there wasn't any answer. I walked upstairs with the exact bright smile on my lips until I heard the faint sound of music coming from Ethan's room. It wasn't loud but it was enough to cover up the voices. I noticed that his bedroom door was half open and the curiosity inside of me urged me to push it open. “Ethan, stop it now. Haven't you had enough of me” I heard a familiar woman's voice giggle and I froze at the spot. That voice. No it couldn't be. I stepped closer inch by inch until I pushed open his door and when I did it, it felt as though my world turned upside down. They were together, Laila my best friend and Ethan my boyfriend were entangled in his sheets, like I hadn't just spent weeks planning tonight for him. Her head was thrown back in the laughter I could recognise and Ethan's hands were the same hands that once held my hands for the first time were buried in her hair and his shirt was unbuttoned. Laila was straddling him like she had done it a hundred times before. Maybe she had and I couldn't breathe properly. For a second they didn't see me and it felt as though I was invisible. Or maybe they did see me but they didn't care and I wasn't sure which could hurt more. But just immediately, Ethan turned and the smile on his face dropped immediately. “Zara” he called out softly and I didn't want to hear the rest of his words. Everything inside of me collapsed and I didn't cry, at least not yet. I placed the gift box gently on the table beside the door as I watched my hands shake, then I finally let go of it. “Happy birthday Ethan” I said, my voice coming out as inaudible but I know he heard me or should I rather say they heard me and then I walked out.