Is that my New stepson? (18+)

You hear In every case there are Pros and Cons, or life balances between good and bad- Being a kid was my greatest and worst times in life. I used to love family times with my father and sister growing up. Times weren't as complicated back in the day since my only worries were school, home, and church, being the second child I wasn't expected to much of just to comply; It was that simple for me growing up in a strict Caribbean house hold. The small two story home in Florida was all I ever knew, the comfortable coconut scented bungalow with a rocky pavement-almost feeling like a hut sometimes for the way my father decorated on the outside, Privileges wasn't a normal vocabulary for me nor is it something I'd got to experience all to well, growing up in a predominantly Higher society side of town I had the 'Privilege' of watching my other neighborhood friends break free from their parent's confinements from a far. All the rules that were set for them none were ever taken seriously, was it bitterness? or jealousy? Maybe a bit of both either way I was always so envious of their freedom - but everyone has thier own road in life to walk. My best friends were television, books, and Bible study. My somewhat Outside life was only acceptable through a struggle, going out was even tougher, only one out of a million percent chance my Caribbean father would ever say yes to me to go to a party across the street unless he met the parents. The year of 1990's was the prime time of living your life truly to your fullest; sunsets, Water guns and barbecues. Daddy dearest was my only parent in America since my early days when I came here from my homeland. Standing at six feet plus tall, Mocha dark chocolate brown skin resembling that of the smoothest chocolate that enhances the golden hazel orbs of his eyes, brown dread locks with blonde tips cascades down to his lower back has made my father the talk of the town. I'd be the worlds richest and youngest billionaire for the amount of times I've seen many women gawking at him. The worse part was them coming to me just to ask me if he's single, luckily that stopped since the questions were answered when they looked at the left finger. Gold ring that fit like a glove; a symbol has heart is already owned. My father has been married faithfully to mommy dearest who unfortunately has not been lucky enough to join us due to the lack of green card to America, though she is not within sight you can always sense her around; you'd pause and ask yourself what 'would your mom do' and the answer would come. She doesn't worry much since father has been working nonstop making sure to still financially support her from a distance, at least five hundred or more to keep her set a month, Father has us indoors 24/7 when he is at work which is everyday, it was best to never bother my father especially in his calm demeanor; due to his stress he tends to get more and more aggravated at the tiniest mishaps; all requests to try to live our teenage lives have been completely shut down. Before me and my sister even asks or we get the idea once we hear the sound of a belt or a look of death. Hazel eyes have never looked more scary. Back in the day sneaking out was a bit more tough considering how most parents always knew everyone's business, through years, attempts and father always at work we have perfected at being good girls in his eyes and sneaky girls when he turns around. The scoldings have lessened, there was no need to fear the sounds of belts anymore, whilst all deceptions have been covered and the right people knew to keep silent. But when you get older you learn your parents scoldings we're not a vengeful Injustice of them for them not being able to be young again and have years wasted providing for their family no matter how big or how small, I understand now my fathers lectures, I understand his endless bickering, had I taken them seriously things would have played out differently, but it's the bed that I made for myself and now here I am lying in it. I'm awoken from the sudden ping of my husband's cellphone. The damn thing must be broken, each night it pings nonstop as if on a never ending loop, he's to smart for his own good to not slip up and leave it out in the open knowing my curiosity will take over, but tonight the man must have been in a desperate need of shut eye not once had he woken up in a frenzy to quickly respond. After a few moments of silence I try to go back asleep and forget the noise when the damn thing chimes for the last time awakening my last nerves. Defeatedly sighing I Shift over carefully to reach my left hand across my husbands manly body to his nightstand grabbing the rectangle shaped electronic, unprepared I was almost immediately blinded by the brightness, Dang this man is blind. I caught a glimpse of the time, 3:49 am. My curiosity is brought to a complete stop when it asks me for a Face ID, Damn. Ohh wait I know his code, old fashion ass needs help when he wants to change it, restored. Typing in the 4 digits (his birthday) I'm immediately at lost for words when I open the text message app and see the top name his secretary Katherine. What could she possibly want from my husband at this time of night? oh wait I know. Sex. Katherine: I miss you babe I'm just here all alone needing your big c**k Katherine: Wake up babe Katherine: lol we must have been too wild today good night honey I love you. Many wives Seeing something like that should be launching this man out of the balcony or Carving out his balls painfully slow but honestly I'm not even surprised, in fact I'm quite used to it my husbands infidelity it's like reading a story a thousand times; you just know what to expect. I've been married to him for eight years and four years out of that I truly loved him with all my heart, that all ended when I caught him with her, and her, oh and her. Multiple different women varying from all shapes and sizes, pale, dark, tall or short it don't matter my husband will smash. Sighing I carefully put the phone back next to him and laid down on my back, sleep has already evaded me and now my mind runs rampant as I stare emotionlessly at the Matte black Arm strong ceiling; It was like counting sheep, however tonight it was just not coming. A simple shift of my husband beside me pulls me from my train of thoughts that were threatening to break free, my-husband's chest heaves up and down with a controlled breath as he laid there in his deep slumber - I hate the part of me that still admired the beauty he was blessed with - what would he say or do if I told him I saw his messages. But the other part of me just didn't want to bother with the drama the same as the way I don't even want to be close to him right now. To not wake him I Slowly bring my legs one by one to the ground and stealthily make my way to the patio, as successful and rich as my husband is I just wished his heart and mind are at the right place. They say as you get older you want to settle down to start a family with people who love you, but it's quite the opposite for him. I can't help but blame myself sometimes since Im unable to grant him children ever, my last two relationships simply just didn't help my case, could it be a curse?though he was the only one who actually stayed Sometimes I can't help but think he's happy about that In fact he seems almost relieved. Making my way out into the balcony tying my lavender silk robe over my spaghetti strap night gown a sudden anticipation hits me to finally be free and before I knew it I was sliding the patio door open. The cool air hits my skin like the first drop of rain and I let out a shudder; nature was my therapy, especially at night, what was not to love? We never get a chance to admire the sky in the day before the sun melts are orbs away, however at night A dark surface with decorated with a blanket of twinkling stars we miss the beauty in the night making the joy of it so underrated. Free is what I feel, completely free. Another gentle wind passed through me kissing my skin I slide off my bonnet releasing my dark brown goddess twist, a heavenly embrace had me release a sigh at the calming coolness in my scalp. I look out to the sky with a series of questions that went through my mind inside, wondering to myself what life I have missed? how I ended up here? and what could be done to be better. If it's one thing father used to tell me is that there is a way out of everything. Religious or not there is an answer to everything, Completely wrapped up in my thoughts, a slight noise behind me pulls me away from the sky preparing for what's to come, tightening my hands on the railing separating me and the concrete floor 100 feet down from me I feel hands wrapped around my waist a warm body pressed itself on my back not flinching or pulling away I silently welcomed the unwanted embrace allowing my head to fall back on his broad chest. He leans into me tightening his hold on my waist, his warm breath fanning my left ear asks me with that deep voice I used to love so much. "Whats wrong?" Biting my tongue to suppress the urge to not throw him off the balcony my self I just simply nod and told him I'm alright being the good girl my father tried to raise me to be. He takes my hand and lightly tugs me back into the room my relaxation from this cheating pig has come to an end and I'm forced to return to the very confinements I wanted to escape. Accepting defeat I return my hair back into my bonnet and head to the bathroom while he pick up his phone to check his mistress or mistresses, oh yea, there was a whole lot but Katherine's name stood out more considering sometimes I'll confide in the b***h to be my shoulder to cry on while I sob about him. Truly cannot trust anyone. I make my way into the bathroom when I paused to look at the woman staring back at me in the mirror; wrinkles that could trick many into thinking I was over fifty, dry cracked eyes around the pupil with dried tear stains, and when you look closer into her hazel eyes you will see a story of her from the past, the list of things that went wrong in her life. Is that me? Thinking back to when I met my husband back at the bar when I was only 25 him being 36 handsome fellow grayish strings of hair brought out his shiny chestnut black hair up in a man bun, emerald eyes, sharp jaw line pale skin. He sat there upset and ordered round after round of scotch drinking away a sorrow he had. Luckily the bartender knew who he was and of course my curiosity reared it's inky head and found out his wife had passed due to suicide and his only son had been MIA shortly after. Poor fellow. If only my dumbass just stayed curious but my hormones had to wander and little by little here we are. I open the door to him smiling which immediately disappeared when he heard the door yanked open and when you look closely his fingers are quickly swiping out of the page. Fucker. "Everything ok?" I say not looking up too busy wrapping my hair up in my bonnet properly "Yea, my son messaged me saying he'll be here next week to stay for a while". He emphasized on the word son like his life depends on it but no true excitement behind it. Isaac is his only son never much did I try to get more information of him out of my husband, there just wasn't much to say. I have been anxious knowing his days of coming to live with his had been getting closer and closer each day from what I've heard the stepmom or stepdad don't get along with them. I secretly sometimes wished he was a girl maybe I'd be able to relate through a feminine way. But hey can't have it all, He messaged us 2 months ago letting us know and since than I've been counting the day's. I'm interested In meeting my stepson.