Sexting My Mr. X

“Not Nice Meeting You.”

Chapter Three

Iris

Did Mr. Brown bring someone here to mess with me, like they do in those clubs and bars? The thought was absurd, but I just couldn’t trust that man. Yes, he was my father, and yes, we shared blood, but it had been fifteen long years since I’d seen him. Fifteen years without a single gesture of fatherly affection. What if bringing me here wasn’t about keeping me from being alone, but to cover up some darker agenda? What if he brought me here… to turn me into a stripper?

“No!” My hand flew to my mouth as the thought screamed through my mind, my heart pounding so hard it echoed in my ears.

Even as I tried to shake it off, reasoning that no matter how absent he’d been, he was still my father, the doubt lingered. After all, we’d only spoken twice in fifteen years. Could I really say for sure what he was capable of?

“Who. The. Hell. Are. You!”

The loud, angry voice jolted me back to reality.

It was then I realized the man in front of me was still there—standing, furious, and… half-naked.

If he was asking me this question, then he wasn’t supposed to be here. My eyes darted around, searching for something to protect myself with. They landed on a flower vase sitting on a shelf by the sink. Who even keeps a flower vase in the bathroom? No time to question it. My hand shot up, grabbed the vase, and without a second thought, I hurled it at him.

It hit him square in the head.

“Perfect!” I muttered, a small, inappropriate smile tugging at my lips. I remembered how Livia and I had practiced my aim, and how I’d promised her I’d hit the perfect shot when it mattered most. Well, here it was.

“You psycho!” he barked, clutching his head as blood trickled down his forehead. The sight sent a chill down my spine. “You’ve hurt me! Oh, f**k!” He pulled his hand back to see the blood on his fingers, his face contorting in fury. “Who the hell are you, and why are you in this house?” He growled loudly as he began to stop closer.

Holy hell. I was screwed. His eyes blazed with rage, his expression dark and unforgiving.

If he laid a hand on me, I was sure he’d tear me apart.

“Stop. Right. There!” He snarled, making each word a sentence. “I said, stop!” His voice was sharper now, a command I felt deep in my bones.

I tried to step further away, but my bare foot slid on the wet tiles, and I yelped as I lost my balance. My eyes shut, bracing myself for impact when I felt strong arms catch me.

I felt myself hanging in the air, followed by the sharp earthy scent of oud shampoo that hit my nose.

I opened my eyes to find my face inches away from him.

The first thing I noticed were his gray eyes. They were piercing, so sharp it felt like they could strip me bare. I froze, momentarily captivated and drawn into whatever hypnotic spell those enthralling eyes were casting. My stomach tightened when he blinked. My gaze drifted downward to his perfectly sculpted aquiline nose, and I bit back the ridiculous thought that it might be the result of surgery. How could someone be so flawless?

But flawless or not, this man could be anyone—an intruder, a stalker, or worse. And yet, I couldn’t look away.

“Oh! I see you two have met!”

The voice startled me, breaking the spell. I tutored my head to find Hailey standing at the doorway, a casual grin on her face.

“Iris, meet Dom. Dom, this is Iris. I’ll be waiting for you outside, Iris,” she said, then disappeared as quickly as she came.

Hailey, no! Save me from this!

I wished I could scream that out loud so she could hear. I didn’t just see what I shouldn’t have seen, but also mistook my supposed step-brother for a stalker and whatever ridiculous thought that had been running in my head.

I returned my head back to him slowly, horrified. Dom. This was Dominic. My stepbrother.

And I’d just seen him naked, his huge c**k sending emotions that shouldn’t be there, in a bathroom I’d have to use throughout my stay in this house.

And I also hit him with a vase.

I tried to pull away from him, planning to either apologize or play the victim card even though he was hurt, but his grip didn’t loosen. His grip was firm, holding me so tight as though his life depended on it, his eyes boring into mine with such intensity that my knees shake.

“Let me go,” I whispered, barely audible.

His hand tightened slightly before he finally released me. I stumbled back, staring at the blood dripping from the cut on his head, but my gaze betrayed me, falling lower again… and that’s when I saw it. His towel had slipped.

I spun around so fast my neck ached, slamming my eyes shut as though that would erase whatever I’d seen, but it only made it worse. All I could picture and imagine was the image of his c**k and how perfect it would be to have that in one of the holes I had in my body.

Holy s**t!

I gasped, I shouldn’t be thinking this way. “Cover up!” I managed to squeak out, my voice shaking, just the same way my legs shook.

“You’ve already seen me,” he said, his tone dripping with mockery. “What’s the point of turning away now?”

“I… I didn’t see anything,” I lied, my face burning red.

“Sure, you didn’t. But does that mean you’ve never seen a man naked before, huh?” He scoffed. “Is that why you’re sweating and stiff like you’ve just seen a ghost.”

He was right, I’d never seen a man naked before, but I wasn’t about to admit that to someone I just met, someone who was supposed to be my stepbrother.

I stayed silent, my back still turned.

I could hear his footsteps as he moved to stand in front of me. My eyes betrayed me again, trailing down his torso before stopping at his waist. His towel was securely tied now, much to my relief—and, admittedly, disappointment.

He crossed his arms, his gaze scanning me from head to toe with an expression of disgust. It was so evident on his face that I took a quick peek at myself to see if I was that bad.

“So, you’re the step-sister,” he scoffed. “Not just any step-sister, but a crazy one. Hmm.” He smirked, wiping the blood from his head. “I knew city girls were nuts, but you? You’re on a whole other level. A full-blown psycho.” He shook his head. “It was not nice meeting you, and I hope you stay away from me.”

A what? A psycho?

“How could—“

My words stuck when he turned on his heel and walked out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

I crumpled to the floor, my legs no longer able to hold me up.

What the hell just happened?

My head throbbed as I tried to process everything that had just happened. Before I could make sense of it all, a loud voice calling my name jolted me upright.

“Iris!”

The voice rang out again, sharp and angry. I rushed out of the room, my eyes darting around to locate the source.

My heart sank when I saw her—the new Mrs. Brown, my stepmother. She stood there, her face twisted with fury, her red, bulging eyes fixed on me. Her glare was so intense that I immediately dropped my gaze to the floor. My stomach churned. What had I gotten myself into now?

“How dare you hurt my son!” she snapped, her voice slicing through the air like a whip.

“I… I didn’t mean to hurt him,” I stammered, my voice trembling. “He was only in my—”

“Spare me your excuses! Typical city girl.” She scoffed and took a menacing step closer, making my breath hitch. “I know exactly what you’re trying to do. You want to hurt my son, don’t you? To stop him from taking over the company after your father. But let me make one thing clear: there is nothing you can do to change that!”

Her words hit me like a hammer. Her accusations were wild, baseless. I didn’t even know my father owned a company until this very moment. Yet, here she was, spewing venom as if I had some grand scheme to steal their wealth.

How could I possibly explain to her that I didn’t care about any of it?

“Stay away from my son! Stay away from him, you witch!” she hissed, her words laced with pure hatred.

“You shouldn’t speak to her that way, Bella,” a calm voice interjected. It was my father’s. “She’s your daughter, and—”

“She is NOT my daughter!” Bella cut him off, her voice rising with indignation. “I have only one daughter, and her name is Hailey. I approved of your decision to bring this… this girl into our house, but make sure she understands her place. She is to stay away from my son and my daughter. Do you hear me?”

With that, she grabbed Dominic’s hand and stormed off, dragging him behind her. He didn’t protest—instead, he shot me a smug, victorious smile that made my skin crawl.

I stood frozen in place, trying to steady my breath.

Hailey appeared beside me. For a moment, I thought she might say something kind, something to make this all feel a little less unbearable.

Instead, she said, “Mom and Dad have been fighting ever since he decided to bring you here. Mom’s not always like this; she’ll come around, eventually…”

“Hailey Brown!” Mrs. Brown’s voice thundered from another room, and Hailey flinched.

“I have to go,” she said hurriedly. “See you later.”

She turned and scurried away, leaving me standing there alone—something I was used to after twenty years of life, but this time it felt worse. Much worse.

For the first time since my mother passed, I wished she were still alive. At least then, I’d have someone—someone who wanted me.

I took in a sharp breath and turned back to my door. My hand rested on the doorknob, and I was about to open it when I heard a nearly silent call behind me.

“Hey, stepsister.”

It was his familiar voice, and something about it made that image I’d been desperately trying to erase flash vividly in my mind again.

I turned slowly to meet Dominic’s piercing gaze. His hand was outstretched, holding a brown, customized envelope. I could already see the emblem of what looked like a school on it.

“You’re joining my school tomorrow,” he said, his tone casual, as if he were merely stating the time. “And since it’s your first day, I’ll have to take you with me.”

It should have been nothing—just a simple, matter-of-fact statement—but it wasn’t. Not after what I’d just seen. That vivid image of him, bare, was a hurdle I couldn’t seem to overcome.

“Meet me by eight. I hate being late,” he added.

As he handed me the envelope, his fingers brushed mine. The gentle contact sent an unexpected spark coursing through me, making me shiver. I cursed under my breath, hoping he didn’t notice my reaction.

Dominic didn’t wait for a response. He turned and walked to a door I assumed was his room. Just before entering, he glanced back and pointed at me.

“Eight,” he repeated firmly before disappearing inside.

I stood there, clutching the envelope, my thoughts in disarray. How was I supposed to cope with this? How could I possibly unsee what I had seen?

There was no way. No way at all.