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F I F T Y - T W O
MercyCrownSorry this one came late. I was drained last night and couldn’t finish it. Thank you for waiting and for reading. I hope you enjoyed the chapter and don’t forget to shower the book with gems.💕
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ELIZABETH. “I didn’t think you’d want to stay behind.” James laughs as I sit at his desk. He shifts his chair back a bit, the metal scraping against the tile and echoing across the room, the noise louder than usual because of how empty the entire school is. It ended about twenty minutes ago, and I convinced James to stay for a while. While he’s currently studying, it isn’t exactly what I have in mind. James opens his legs and keeps my feet pressed between them. I smile as I drop my hands on his shoulders, lowering my head because of the leveled distance. He drops his hands on my thighs, and they slip underneath my skirt as his pupils dilate. "What do you want?" He whispers, his eyes roaming mine, and I teasingly pull my lips between my teeth, basking in the reaction he gives. "Elizabeth." He groans, and my lips stretch, but I’m quick to hide it. "What?" He raises his neck. "We’re alone, and something tells me you didn’t ask to stay behind just to study." "Maybe I don’t want to go
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ELIZABETH.James stammers, which only further raises my suspicion. "What? Um— no. What did you hear?""Nothing," I respond, eyes narrowed in his direction. "But you were speaking lowly. Makes me wonder who it is."His lips curl into a smile, and he slides his phone into his back pocket as he closes the distance between us with long strides. His hands snake around my waist once I’m within arm’s length, and he presses me to his chest, the earlier hesitance and uneasiness in his stance fading as he gazes down at me. "It’s not a girl, if that’s what you’re worried about.""I didn’t say it’s a girl." I roll my eyes in response, and James chuckles before he lowers his head to close his lips over mine. I wrap my hands around his forearms, moaning into his mouth, but he’s quick to pull away. "It’s one of the guys. He was telling me something private.""I see." I hum, eyes trailing down his chest. The answer he offers doesn’t approximate his earlier reaction, but deciding he has no reason to l
My Stepbrother F I F T Y - F I V E
ELIZABETH. I stare in bewilderment, my gaze flickering between James and Zara. She has a small smile on, her brown eyes glimmering with cordiality as she steps further inside the room. She looks way prettier than the picture of her James showed me. Her brown hair extends over her shoulders and she has a small face. I can see where James got his unblemished skin from because this woman has absolutely no pores. "Hi! Elizabeth, right?" I’m stunned when my name leaves her mouth and I meet Mom’s eyes before I look back at her and nod swiftly. "Yeah. Um, hello." She crosses over the room and rounds the couch until she’s standing feet away. "I’m Zara. James' mom. I think he mentioned a thing or two about you." She explains as her smile widens, revealing her perfect set of white teeth. I gaze back at James who’s still standing awkwardly by the door and he refuses to meet my eyes, though I have a feeling he can feel them piercing through him. "It’s nice to meet you, Zara," I respond politel
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ELIZABETH. "Oh." I mouth and lick my lips, tearing my gaze away from hers so she doesn’t see the disappointment and a second gloom in my eyes. When I return my eyes to hers, I say, "That’s what you want?" "Yeah." She nods as she removes her hands from my shoulder. "I don’t think I can stay here any longer. I moved us here in the first place so we can start a new life, a happy one hopefully, but now a sad memory has been made. I’d be reminded of that every second I spend here and I don’t want to, so we should return home. To ma." She puts on a smile as she takes my left hand and covers her palm over it. "And your dad." "Right." I swallow as I struggle to find the right words. Obviously, I know she’s hurt and I feel terrible for her too, but I didn’t think she’d want to move states. And it’d be a lie to say I don’t feel sad about that. Or that my heart doesn’t break at the thought of not seeing James again. I still haven’t heard his side of the story and the willingness of wanting to
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JAMES.I watch her walk away from me, her frame slowly disappearing into the dark while I remain glued to where I stand, unable to go after her because I have a feeling there’s no stopping her."Fuck." I fold my mouth and run a hand through my hair as her words echo in my head. I hate that she wasn’t entirely wrong. When Mom called me two weeks ago and said she wanted to see Dad, I was surprised. I was even more shocked when I found out she wanted to come back. And that Dad was willing to accept her. The first thought I had was to tell Elizabeth. I swear I wanted to, but I just… didn’t. I don’t know why I couldn’t. I managed to convince myself that this was the best thing. My dad divorcing her mom was exactly what we needed. Her mom was never going to accept our relationship, and we were never going to let go of each other. Their separation is our best shot, so I thought it was a good thing. But maybe Elizabeth was right. I wasn’t just happy about the divorce because it means I could b
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JAMES. I was wrong. So fucking wrong and painfully so. Going to her house and catching her by surprise wasn’t going to fix anything. It wouldn’t stop Elizabeth from being furious at me. There was no stopping anything if I didn’t see the girl herself. When I went to Elizabeth’s old place that morning and was welcomed with a deafening silence and an empty house that looked like no one’s been residing in it for ages, I was confused. If they weren’t there, then where could they be? That day, I went to school, hoping I would find her there. But again, I was disappointed. Elizabeth wasn’t at school. So where was she? Maybe they went to another place I didn’t know about—Those were the words I convinced myself with. There was no way she could hide away from me for long. A week passed. Two weeks. Three weeks. A fucking entire month, and there was no sign of Elizabeth. She didn’t respond to my texts or my calls. Elizabeth managed to just vanish into thin air. She managed to disappear o
My Stepbrother F I F T Y - N I N E
JAMES. "Hey, son. You alright?" It’s Dad’s voice that brings me back to reality and I lock my phone before I turn to him. He’s standing a foot away with his brows raised and hands in his pockets. I notice Mom is no longer in the kitchen before I say. "Yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?" Dad smiles. "Right. It’s just you had a look on your face" I glance at my phone before I hold his gaze again, my mouth twitching by the sides. My heart is still beating fast in my chest and the thought of letting him on crosses my mind. Not that he’d care about where his ex-wife is, but… "It’s Elizabeth." The words leave my parted lips before I can have further thoughts on it and one of his hands slips from his pocket as he closes the distance between us, curiosity lining his words. "What about her?" With a big smile on my face, I wave my phone in the air. "I found her. She’s in Los Angeles." I don’t expect much of a reaction, but I definitely didn’t think his face will fall from that news either. A frown for
My Stepbrother S I X T Y
ELIZABETH. Two months ago, I left San Francisco. Two months ago, I walked away from James and ended whatever we had going on between us—our unnamed relationship. Two months ago, I got my heart broken. And it wasn’t just me. My mom did too. Kind of silly that we both got hurt by the father and the son. Two months ago, we moved back to Los Angeles, and it’d be a lie if I say it was just easy; that coming back home was exactly what we needed to get over what happened. It wasn’t. Not immediately. At first, it was hard. Waking up each day knowing James wasn’t next door hurt. But that wasn’t the worst part. The worst part was getting his texts and calls, yet having to ignore each one. Even when my fingers were itching badly to reply to his texts. My ears to hear his voice and my heart to feel his presence, even if it meant through my phone. But I walked away from him so I couldn’t go back. I just couldn’t fall back into his arms. So every time I see his calls or his texts, I remember th
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