Her Stepbrother (Love Triangle)

Chapter 20

Chelsea

The last time I heard from Jason was two months ago when he signed the divorce papers and walked out of my house. Not, only had he walked out of my house, but he also walked out of my life. In truth, I was hoping Jason, and I could have remained friends. However, I guess, Jason needed more time since he hasn’t reached out to me yet.

After having dinner with Kevin, and coming home to a seething Jason, I realized I couldn’t be Jason’s wife anymore. Moreover, I realized that wasn’t the life I wanted for myself.

Obviously, Jason wanted complete control of me, and I couldn’t allow that to happen. Clearly, Jason was slowly, sucking away my happiness, and if I had continued to allow it to happen, I would have lost myself. Importantly, I couldn’t allow that to happen.

Evidently, Jason had lost who he was along the way and allowed his jealousy and anger to control him. Still, I don’t hate Jason for what he had done since feelings are something nobody can control. But, I damn well wasn’t going to let him control me and decide how I would live my life. And, tell me who I can and cannot see.

Before I agreed to marry Jason, my whole life had changed, except for Jason. I think I attached myself to him because he was always there for me. Importantly, I wanted to hold on to him forever.

Even two months after our divorce, I still love him. And, that will never change. I’ll forever admire the friendship Jason and I once shared.

I assumed Jason and I would have grown old together. Sadly, nothing in life goes as planned.

I have forgiven Jason multiple times while we were together in hopes his behavior would change. Regrettably, it didn’t. We just created a never-ending cycle.

After I left Jason, I called Kevin, and he came running like he always had.

Kevin helped me get my own apartment, which was a waste of our time since I moved out of it, and asked Virgil if I could live at their family beach house. Of course, Virgil agreed.

Following, Kevin pops up with his belongings and said he was moving in with me and had changed his mind about Texas.

Kevin had mentioned he didn’t feel safe with me living alone after the incident with Jason, so he offered to stay, and sleep in the unoccupied bedroom.

I didn’t hesitate to accept Kevin’s offer because I didn’t feel safe. I was scared Jason would show up, be drunk, and have another rampage.

Certainly, I miss Jason, but I’m not sure if he would have ever trusted me. Without trust, we would never get anywhere.

The main reason I didn’t want to begin a relationship with Jason is that he was my best friend. Alas, I knew if we didn’t work out, our friendship would be history. And, so far, he has proved me right.

“Do you wanna get in the water?” Kevin asks, yanking me from my thoughts. Meanwhile, Kevin stands there wearing nothing but a pair of swim trunks.

Slowly, I walk over to him and trace my name that is inked on his chest, directly over his heart.

When I asked him about the tattoo, he informed me he had gotten it after he found out I was married. He mentioned he was drunk when he had gotten it done, but claimed he didn’t regret it.

He mentioned having another meaningless s****l encounter and drunkenly went to the tattoo parlor.

“Will you hold me the entire time?” I question since I cannot swim, and doggie paddling gets so tiring after a while.

Therefore, every time Kevin and I had gone swimming, he had held me against him, and never let me go until we made it back safely to shore.

Kevin bends down so I can jump on his back. “Hop on.”

I leap onto his back while he carries me to the water. While he walks, I breathe him in. His cologne is addictive, and I’ve become obsessed with his scent.

Kevin steps into the water slowly, and I tighten my grip, “Calm down, Chelsea. The only way I’ll drop you is if I see a shark.”

I slap his shoulder, “You wouldn’t.” I challenge him.

“I would.” He laughs.

I climb around to his front, “You’re lying.”

“I am.” He admits as he floats on his back and floats over the waves with me on top of him. Instantly, my eyes wander over him, taking in every bit of his torso, before landing back on my name. Again, I trace it while staring into his eyes.

Kevin loses his balance, and hurries to right himself, with his arms tightly around me. “You can’t look at me like that Chelsea. Especially, not while your life is in my hands. You’ll f*****g drown us both.”

Once I have my arms securely around his neck I speak, “Like what?”

“Like you f*****g want me.” He glides his nose down across my cheek and places a tender kiss behind my ear.

“I don’t want you, Kevin.” I whimper as I lie.

Two months ago I thought I was in love with Jason, and I was, but Kevin, he f*****g does things to me.

Things I don’t understand. And, that’s what scares me.

I have never had shivers rock throughout my entire f*****g body, just from a single touch or a look. And, each time he carries me into the water and holds me within his muscular arms, I daydream about things I shouldn’t.

“Now, you’re lying,” Kevin says as he places his lips over mine.

His sea-green eyes are glistening with lust and need. “I don’t think we should do this, Kevin,” I whisper against his lips.

“Why not?” He questions before placing a soft kiss on my lips.

“I think it would be a mistake.” I declare.

He frowns, “After all this time, Chelsea, you still don’t believe me? What else do I have to do to prove my love to you?”

I lean my head backward and close my eyes. Meanwhile, Kevin takes that as an invitation, and places small, sweet kisses, across the side of my neck.

Instantly, I mush his head, “Stop.”

I feel Kevin breathing heavily before he announces, “Get on my back.” I do as he says and climb onto his back.

Instantly, I realize Kevin is angry since he swims faster than he usually does.

Since coming to the beach house with Kevin, he and I have been in the water almost daily. Or we relax on our beach chairs and have a drink together, midnight walks on the beach, talking and laughing.

In fact, Kevin hasn’t left my side not once since we arrived here. Wherever he went, I was by his side. I guess that’s about to change since he’s scurrying around his room, throwing on his clothes.

I can honestly say Kevin, and I had broken a record since we have lived together for two months and haven’t tried to kill each other yet. “Where are you going?” I ask as he slips a white polo shirt on.

“None of your business, Sister.” He sneers.

Most definitely, I’ve pissed him off, “Let me guess.” I tap my chin, pretending to think, “You’re going to search for the first p***y you can find to f**k?” I add, bitterly.

Oh s**t, I’m jealous.

No, this cannot be right. I’m freshly divorced. It’s entirely too soon to be in another relationship.

Plus, Kevin has been with an umpteenth amount of girls so there is no way I could trust him. How the hell could I?

“I’m going to the bar to have a drink.” Kevin retorts as he slips his ’Nike sneakers on, “I haven’t f****d a b***h since the day I found out you got married.” He heads toward the door, but I stop him.

“I have only been divorced for two months, Kevin. On top of that, I don’t think you could be faithful to me even if you tried your damnedest too.”

He yanks his arm out of my hold, “I’ve been f*****g faithful to you since day one, Chelsea.” He pounds his chest, “I’ve always f*****g protected you, and held you when you needed a f*****g shoulder to cry on. But you’re f*****g selfish. It has and always will be about you and your feelings.”

“That’s not true,” I reply, weakly. Kevin is so right. All this time I’ve been too dumb to realize I’ve been playing with his feelings.

Kevin shakes his head sadly, “I’ve tried so f*****g hard to show you I can be the man you need me to be, Chelsea. Yet, in your eyes, I’ll always be nothing to you except for your manwhore of a stepbrother. You give me these looks like you f*****g want me, yet you reject me.” A muscle in his jaw twitches, “You know where to find me.” He storms out and hops into his jeep, leaving me to ponder in my thoughts alone.

I’m scared to open my heart again after it’s already been broken. I’m not sure if I could handle the tears, and heartache again.

Kevin has a way with me that not even Jason had. I believe that’s why I’m afraid to take our relationship to the next level.

Though, it has been a while since I’ve gone to a bar, and drink myself into a drunken stupor. So making a rash decision, I take the skankiest black dress I own and slide it down my body.

Damn right, I’ll make sure Kevin will only see me, so he doesn’t sleep with another b***h.

I’m done being selfish.

I’m done denying my feelings for Kevin.

I’m done breaking his heart when he had done nothing but glued mine back together each time it had been broken.

I’ve always known I loved Kevin, but is he the one I was meant to be with and have I been in denial the entire time?

I still cannot believe I felt jealous of him when I thought he would pick up a b***h tonight at the bar and have another random f**k.

Quickly, I slide on my silver, glittery, stilettos, and apply my red lipstick.

If Kevin believes he will f**k me, and leave me, he has another f*****g thing coming. He has the power to break me, and I cannot allow that to happen. Therefore, I’ll have to guard my heart.

I’ll never admit the truth to Kevin, and tell him he’s wormed himself into my heart long ago. Once feelings get involved, we’re breakable. And, I wouldn’t want a repeat of what happened with Jason to take place again.

Kevin is the biggest heartbreaker I know.

My stepbrother has always been the f**k them and leave them type of guy. So how am I supposed to trust him?

I’m tired of living my life worried about what everybody else thinks. I’m going to start living for me.

As of now, I refuse to live in the past. And worry about what could have been. Instead, I will live for the now, and do what makes me happy, starting with right now.

And, right now, Kevin is who makes me happy.

Kevin is the part of me that will complete me.

I have denied the inevitable for far too long.