Her Stepbrother (Love Triangle)

Chapter 16

Kevin

Recognition slams into me in full force. At this point, I realized I have lost Chelsea forever. Unfortunately, there isn’t anything I can do about it since she tied the knot with him and got married.

I tried to show Chelsea how much I loved her, except I waited too late. CI I have no other choice but to accept she has chosen him. I realize I have to respect Chelsea’s marriage and her and fall back.

Regardless of how much it hurts me, I don’t have a choice because I want Chelsea happy. If her happiness is with Jason, I will respect it. All I want is for Chelsea to be happy, clearly, that is with him and not me.

Cautiously, I pick the picture of our family off my dresser and stare at it. Instead of looking at the camera, I looked at Chelsea.

How could she not have known how much I f*****g loved her? I might not have bowed down and kissed her f*****g ass, but she had to realize I f*****g loved her.

Every family picture we had taken, I’m looking at her. Ever since I met her all I did was look at her and put her wishes before my own.

How the f**k could she have been so blind?

I created a safe distance between us to protect myself. Not, because I didn’t love her. I knew me and knew it would be complicated for me to contain my feelings toward her if I didn’t put some distance between us. I didn’t think she was ready otherwise I would have made my move before Jason had the chance.

I have done everything in my power to make Chelsea happy. The hardest thing I’ll have to do is leave her. I have no other choice now since she’s married.

I let out a fierce growl and throw the picture across the room and watch it drop to the floor. I watch the glass shatter into a million little pieces the same way my heart did when she announced she was married.

My stepmother comes rushing into the room, and squats down beside me, “I’m sorry, Kevin.” She rubs my shoulder, “I really wanted it to be you she chose. I knew you loved her since you were a young boy.”

I rip away from her, “Don’t give up on love Kevin, second chances do exist.” I storm out of the house and go to the nearest bar, not wanting my stepmother’s sympathy.

I need a f*****g distraction.

I need to forget.

I need a p***y to lose myself in and make me forget that the girl I love is married to another f*****g man.

“Bacardi On The Rocks,” I order, placing my money down on the bar.

“Rough night?” the bartender asks as he places my drink down.

“If only you knew,” I confirm as I pick the drink up and chug it.

“I’ll get you another one,” he says.

“Give me the strongest drink you have.” I glance to the right noticing a beautiful girl settling in the seat next to me.

Deciding to make my move, I pick her money up, and tuck it into her hand, “On me.” I state.

“Thank you.” She says and drinks her drink as quickly as I did mine.

Once the side effects of the liquor kick in, the girl stands, and whispers, “Meet me in the bathroom.” These bar hoes are so easy to get once they had a drink.

My eyebrows shoot up as I watch her walk away, twitching her ass as she walks.

Of course, I don’t deny her. I needed a p***y to bury myself inside of, and now I have one.

I follow her into the bathroom and lock the door, “Do you have a condom?” She asks,

I nod. “Turn around and put your hands on the wall,” I demand, getting right down to the point.

“You’re my kind of guy.” She replies.

She turns around slowly and pops that ass of hers out, lifting her dress above her waist.

Rashly, remove my c**k from my pants, and jerk my d**k as she slides her pink thong down, giving me a clear view of her ass.

“Don’t touch me,” I state as I slide the condom on my hard c**k.

“Don’t want to, “she purrs.

I slide into her and pump fast. “Oh, s**t, you’re huge,” She meows.

I pump faster, taking my anger out on this girl’s p***y.

Another hoe, with no self-respect. But that doesn’t stop me from getting what I need.

I plunge inside this girl frantically, as if her p***y is the one that shattered my heart. Each time I thrust inside her, I release the f*****g anger and heartache I feel.

Fuck, why couldn’t Chelsea choose me?

If Chelsea had chosen me, I wouldn’t be standing behind another b***h whose name I don’t even know, inside a bar bathroom that smells like urine having another meaningless s****l encounter.

Instead, I would be cherishing her, worshiping her, and showing Chelsea how much she meant to me.

As always, once I think of Chelsea, without worrying about the blonde, black, curly-headed girl, with green eyes that my d**k is buried in doesn’t get a chance to orgasm, My sperms flow from my d**k into the condom.

Immediately, I remove myself from inside this hoe, without speaking a word.

Usually, I make sure the girls I f**k get off, but this time I don’t give a s**t.

I leave this girl inside the bathroom,, “Take my number.” I hear her say. It’s too late, as my d**k is put away for now, and I’m out of the bathroom.

I cannot reside in the same state as Chelsea and watch her live a happy life with him.

Leaving is the only possible way for me to forget about her.

After five years of loving this girl, she chooses him.

I guess she never loved me the way I loved her. And, I refuse to stand on the sidelines like a trained puppy, waiting to be told when to heel.

I’m done putting my heart on the line, just to have her crush it in the process.

Fuck, her.

Fuck, him.

Fuck, love.

I’m done.