Is that my New stepson? (18+)

Regret

My dreams used to be invaded with the sound of gospel music letting me know it's time to open my eyes, nightmare or a sweet dream. when I open them the sound is more clear reminding me what day it is by the music blasting downstairs, Gospel music has filled the whole house and occupied my whole way of thinking. The usual sound of my bedroom door creaking open puts me on alert, I move to lay on my back staring at the popcorn ceiling. The moving shadow on the corner of my right eye lets me know who has just entered my room, I hear my sister groaning like a beaten down social worker as she walks in to my room heading towards my window, a familiar fragrance hits my nose and I immediately know the meaning behind it.

I turn to face her on my bed trying to adjust my eyes to the faint darkness to study her up and down as she heads towards my burgundy curtains to pull them apart (who the hell asked her certainly not me). Squinting my eyes to look at her I'm immediately blinded by the amount of light that has chased away all darkness in my room, without warning the curtains were drawn allowing the rays of the morning sun to seep through my window, adjusting my pupils I look back at her as she turns around. Selene's slim thick figure hugged a white skin tight dress with the shoulder straps hanging on her biceps, palm sized breasts sat high with a slim waist, a single button navy Blue blazer that met the end of her mid thigh dress, tight double braids with gold decorative accessories, medium white hoops and lip gloss with a brown outline.

Church clothes.

Captivating, Selene's milk Chocolate brown complexion enhanced every color she ever wore, no matter what she wore, Long smooth legs always stood with pride and authority like our father ; calm and collected, and right now she stood with full authority as all her weight were supported by her left leg arms crossed over chest as she stared at me with an expected gaze

Sunday. The day where most of everyone comes to sing their hearts out, wear every jewelry in their drawers, Sundays are also the day where everyone will truly believe that this is the very day that all their sins from Monday till The morning of Sunday have been forgotten and forgiven. It's supposed to make you feel welcomed and opened for you are in the lords home But it's the eyes that I study that shows me the look of deep judgment and gossip. If I wanna play the good girl I gotta act like one, my sister awakening me is the sign that I am now on a timer, father will come through those doors expecting me to be ready and out the door.

My sister taps on her wrist with raised eyebrows.

Say less I'm already in the shower, teeth brushed, Knowing father I have a total of 30 minutes but I hate being rushed beauty takes time, I chose to do my hair in a high bun with a big puff in the end, a spaghetti strap white floral dress that hugs my curves with a black blazer, jewelry is a minimum no makeup just gloss and a Cheshire Cat smile hiding my events for Saturday night right before father got home.

We head downstairs when a scent kisses my nose my brain recognizing the food turning my mouth into a waterfall; bacon eggs and grits. We all sit down at the round table father in his all black suit with a red tie, hair tide low, with Italian leather shoes, a deep man cologne that makes my eyes water bring us are plates full of deliciousness. Food is my sanctuary but I can't help it, food is delicious.. when cooked right. A simple bite of the scrambled brings me to cloud nine lifting my soul high off the ground into levitation. If it's one thing My father knows how throw it down in the kitchen; cooking so immaculate he'd bring Gordon Ramsey to his knees, I could have sworn I took only one bite but somehow the whole food is gone and I'm left finishing the last drop of my drink.

"How was work daddy" my sister says voice beautiful and smooth, breaking the silence.

"Great honey, thank you" dads deep voice says with a hint of aggression eyes focused on the plate He doesn't even look up to acknowledge anyone.

From the corner of my eye I watch father as he eats his food; picking them up while he still chewed the one in his mouth eyes debate whether he wants to take a bit or not. s**t, he's upset about something. Play cool, play cool I thought inwardly say nothing he can sense when your nervous. My eyes move to find my sisters who's eyes are already on mine from the corner, to anyone we are having a staring contest but this was are way of speaking ... telepathically.

Got it! We're not gonna go out for a week two to cover our tracks.

There are moments in life I hate and it's definitely a moment like this, opening the doors of church puts me on edge it's as if everyone forgot the pastor making us the center of attention; all eyes snap towards the people walking in. This is what I mean like

pay attention to the preacher. My body burns from the stares all coming left and right, I can feel myself being sized up snickers and whispering Jesus. We sit in the second to back row, I in the middle and Selene on the end, calming my nerves from the assaults of everyones eyes my eyes look up to find the pastor who was in the middle of his Sermons as if I wasn't already on the edge he has to make the sermon of the day about disobedience, I don't miss how his eyes continually find me and Selene who was already on the verge of a panic attack that made me stir inside.

"Proverbs 10:17

Whoever heeds discipline shows the way to life, but whoever ignores correction leads others astray".

It's as if I was put on the spot and can hear my father grunting in agreement with a stern look forwards eyes locked ahead, younger me at the time felt cornered, but seeing it now it was a foreshadow that I should have taken seriously.

There I sat in complete silence downstairs eating breakfast by myself on a Sunday.He said he had to take a work call but has been giggling and whispering for the past hour leaving me alone with my thoughts and regrets. Regrets that told me I should have spent more time with my Father giving out more conversations as we all sat together. I see why now, I understand, father was never angry or suspicious he just wanted to know how to pick up the conversation again as to not drown in his thoughts, forgive me daddy. Expensive wood cologne almost burns away my nostrils My husband emerges from the stairs in a crisp navy blue suit that hugs his body outlining the lean physique with big firm muscles, black hair gelled and slicked back down to his neck with hard to miss gray strands curling at the ends of his nape, thick and well curved eyebrows and sexy pink glossy lips adjusting his Rolex on his left wrist.

The devil do know how to build a package.

Sundays are his days off that he requested for me long ago, yet somehow the way he's dressed tells me that's changed, with a kiss on the lips and a heart melting smile

"I'll be back later honey" in A rich deep voice.

He says and disappear out the door, Back to my thoughts it was.

I'm snapped out of my depression when a phone starts going off,that ringtone, definitely ain't my ringtone, he left it in his room where he was having

"Business call".

I don't know what compelled me to go and look for the ringing device yet I'm Finding myself at the door to his office, shuffling things around I find the phone and the name Isaac pops up, Wait that's his son, it's someone I'm familiar with maybe I shouldn't ignore it, yet it's not my business, the ringing stops and immediately starts back up again, Isaac. I really should just walk away and it'll go to voicemail but something tells me answer and I won't regret it.

"H-Hello?" The f**k wrong with my voice?

"Hey dad" all the blood cells within me race to my face, my cheeks burn form the orgasm my ear just had, Velvet deep with an accent of a sort. He doesn't sound like some teenager at all This is a grown man with a lot of experience in life. The tingling of my blood through my veins sends a tingle down my spine to a very sensitive area between my legs that I thought was lost.

Blowing out a breath from my racing heart "N- No it's Elizabeth your father forgot his phone"

A quick silence fell through us than he spoke again with a deeper voice "You must be my stepmother, its a pleasure"

When his father speaks of him it's almost as if he's a troubled child.

"The pleasure Is mine, are you alright" reminding myself I'm married I try to shift the conversation into an appropriate track before my hormones get the better of me.

Shuffling sounds are heard until He lets out a breathy Yeah, I almost crumbled from my wobbly legs. By that point I have melted, clearing my throat I ask what's wrong. But there is another pause on his end, I pull the phone from my face to look at the screen . We're still connected.

"Hello? Isaac? You there"

"I'm here ma'am, I'm just excited to meet you that's all " a hint of excitement and malice is laced within his tone.

Ignoring it "Oh really" I giggle "why so I'm boring"

"Mmmm if you look like you sound i think we'll have a lot of fun Ms Elizabeth" he sounds way clearer now but voice still deep.

I'm cut off by a surprise, I pause trying to process each word, maybe I'm just dirty minded? there is no way. Laughing it off I ask for him to elaborate and what he says next leave my mouth hung wide open.

"Since the minute you answered the phone I have been picturing you on your knees for me, now more than ever I got to get home you have a good day Ms Elizabeth I'll be there tomorrow wait for me."

The beep beep beep on the line lets me know he hung up and I'm frozen in shock to double check or move, yet I leaped up with a squeal when the front door opens and in barges my husband upstairs to tell me he forgot his phone, did he hear anything?

"What's the matter?"

Should I tell him? Maybe it's a prank I'll ignore it.

"Isaac called he says he'll be here tomorrow" I say looking everywhere but him.

"I see, Is that's all?"

Why he asking me that? Oh I know.

"Yes that's all I didn't go through your messages, just make sure to tell Katherine not to Text at three in the morning anymore, or you can put your phone off ringer at night." Like a deer caught in headlights He looks at me dumbfounded.

"Elizabeth I -"

With that I walk away head held high hips swaying and skin glowing with goddess locs swinging. But my mind is still on Isaac, oh Boy.