MY STEPBROTHER IS MY BABIES FATHER

The rain has barely stopped when Fiona stepped out of the car and glanced at the glittering building.The gala hall shimmered with silver light with neon undertone ,the kind that makes everything expensive -and everyone inside feel untouchable. She felt neither rather she felt exposed. Her mother's voice echoed in her mind as she adjusted her peach colored dress."Smile Fiona.You have to make a good impression.there will be important figures there tonight." Important wasn't the word Fiona would have used.Dangerous sounds like a good word to use. She pushed open the heavy glass door and stepped into world she doesn't belong to.Wealthy guest glided across the marble floor. Men in dark suits spoke in low, powerful tones.Women wore damionds like weapon.music flowed like warm silk. The chandeliers which glittered like constellation of trapped stars,added quite an aesthetic charm,but Fiona lewis felt out of place beneath it . she keeps tugging down at the strap of her blue velvet dress, trying to make herself invisible as wealthy socialite's floated around her in damionds and champagne laughter.Her curls brushed her shoulders,soft and unruly ,the only thing about her that felt genuinely her tonight she shouldn't have been here .she knew it. Everyone else knew it. But her friend dragged her to this charity gala insisting that she "should learn to live a little" Fiona sighed, scanning the room— and then her breath caught For He entered like a storm wearing a suit Alistair She didn’t know the name yet. All she saw was a tall, commanding man with a presence so dangerous the atmosphere shifted around him. His dark hair fell slightly over his brow, as though he had run a hand through it too many times. His suit was black—sharp, tailored, powerful—emphasizing broad shoulders and a body built more for violence than business meetings. But it was his eyes that mesmerized her. Cold. Gray. Predatory. He looked like the kind of man mothers warned their daughters not to cross path with . For he was the kind of man who didn’t wait for permission—he takes what he wants. And he was looking at her. Like how a predator watched it prey . Fiona’s lips parted slightly in confusion. No one ever looked at her like that. Like he was peeling away every layer of her innocence with his gaze alone. She turned away, heart pounding. It didn’t matter. Alistair was already moving. He approached her with a slow, calculated steps, the crowd parting for him without a word. People recognized him. Feared him. Respected him in terrified silence But Fiona she had no idea who he was. “Running from me already?” His voice was smooth, deep, and sinfully amused as he reached her side. Fiona swallowed hard. “I—I’m not running “You are,” he said with a ghost of a smirk. “But it’s adorable. Her cheeks burned. “I’m not adorable. “Mm.” His gaze swept over her, lingering. “You are. And dangerously unaware of it.” He stepped closer. Too close. She felt his warmth, smelled his cologne—rich, dark, intoxicating. Her world tilted. “Tell me your name "he demanded Fiona hesitated Something about him felt like a test she wasn’t prepared to take “Fiona,” she finally whispered. He smiled—not kindly, but like a wolf pleased with his prey. He extended his hand. “Come with me.” “I shouldn’t,” she breathed. “Probably not,” he agreed softly. “But you will.” The conviction in his voice made her shiver. Against all logic, against every voice in her head screaming danger, she placed her hand in his. He led her through a side door, down a quiet corridor, and into an elevator lined with mirrors. Her reflection looked flushed—wide-eyed, nervous, trembling. His looked calm. Controlled. Predatory. When the elevator doors closed, Damien’s eyes pinned her. “Fiona,” he said again, savoring her name like it belonged to him. “You don’t have to be afraid of me.” “I’m not,” she whispered. Lie. He stepped closer, brushing a curl from her cheek with a touch that shouldn’t have been gentle—but was. “Good. Because I am very bad at letting go of things I want.” Her heart slammed against her ribs. “And you want me?” she asked before she could stop herself. His jaw flexed.His voice dropped to a dangerous whispers “I want you more than I should the elevator dinged softly. The penthouse. The night that would ruin everything had just begun with a thrill.