An arrogant stepson

I limped back home. The gown, I was putting on, was torn on almost all sides.

Yet, the smile on my face was one of victory. Compared to me, the other guys are worse off.

I sighed in relief when I noticed that Gordon's car wasn't in the driveway. Thank Goddess.

With him still out, I won't need to answer any questions on how my dress got to be this dishevelled. I hope I won't get to meet his son. I'm just not in the mood to listen to him call me a slut.

I gently opened the front door and limped into the house. As there was no one in the parlour, it made me believe Gordon's son was still upstairs in his room.

However, the moment I took a step towards the stairs, he came out from the kitchen, with his mouth stuffed with whatever it was he found in there.

Could be that he found the steaks I made.

“What are you—”

His eyes took in my dishevelled form.

Oddly enough, I felt his eyes change colour. It turned from brown to pure gold. However, when I blinked, it returned to the normal brown.

Could it be that I imagined that?

“I…” I furrowed my brows. “You —”

He closed the distance between us, “Why do you smell like blood?” He scrunched his nose as he gave me a once-over. “Where have you been?”

“No... None of your damned business!” I turned and hurried upstairs without turning back.

Had it been under a normal circumstance I would have asked why he knew I smelt like blood when there weren't any signs on me. But for now, I need to get this damned blood cleaned before Gordon returns from where he went to.

It's two hours past the time we normally have dinner. I just hope he returns on time before I sleep.

I changed out of the gown I fought with, and had a hot bath, to wash off the residue of the fight I had.

A glance at the wall clock showed it I had been in the bathroom for close to thirty minutes.

Aish.

Why was I so unfortunate to meet those stupid Gammas?

I checked my reflection in the mirror on my dressing table.

My golden wavy hair curled at the tip like I always loved it. I ran a hand through them, with a smile on my face. My blue eyes shone with joy at the thought of finally having —

The sound of Gordon's car startled me from my thoughts. I immediately left my room and rushed downstairs only to unluckily collide with his son.

The bump caused me to slip in my steps, and I found my butt on the ground seconds later.

“You!”

I pointed at him, exasperated.

Why didn't he help wedge my fall like the movies always portray? My arse wouldn't have hurt so bad had he done so.

“Why? Do you think I will help you up?” He gave me a once-over. I can see the disgust written on his face. And that made me wonder why he hates me so much.

However, the desire lurking in the shadows made me gasp. It was as if he were trying to devour me with his eyes.

'Mate is handsome. Oh, my goddess. Did you see those fantastic abs? They make me want to run a hand through his hair and bite each—'

“Why are you still on the floor? Waiting for me to help you up?” He scoffed. “I can never stain my hands with a gold-digging bitch like you!”

“But you used….” I trailed off, embarrassed by what I wanted to say.

I almost mentioned the kitchen incident.

“What did I use my hands for, whore?” He smirked as he slowly licked his lower lip.

I gasped when my pussy throbbed.

“A whore, will always be a whore. You got excited because of the words I said?” He chuckled as his eyes racked through my body, making it seem like I was sitting naked on the ground with my legs spread, trying to seduce him.

I slowly rose from the ground and dusted my butt as I tried not to stare hard at him. “I'm not a whore,” I managed to say, trying not to look at his chest.

“Not a whore?” He snorted as he leaned down to whisper. “Who was it that moaned when I finger fucked her pussy? Weren't you that shameless slut?” His voice went down an octave.

“You!" I wagged my fingers at him.

The front door opened, and Gordon stepped in.

His eyes immediately went to us, and he squinted, "what are you guys doing?” He narrowed suspicious glares at his son.

“Nothing much. I was only getting to know your son,” I nervously chuckled. “He's a good boy. Who would have thought we would have something in common?”

I tried to smoothen things over by lying. Who would have thought the petty boy wouldn't fall for it?

He narrowed his eyes at me, looking disgusted, “In your dreams, bitch!” He turned and headed into the parlour.

Well, that went well. I guess I tried to be a good stepmother —not that I'm going to be one now that I allowed him to touch me.

“Did he try anything with you?” Gordon closed the distance between us.

However, before he could touch me, I took a step back.

“Go wash up, you reek of alcohol,” I scrunched my nose up.

I don't know what it is about me and my hatred for alcohol. I can't stand the stench. Most times, it makes me want to belch.

“Sorry about that,” He nervously chuckled. “I will go have a bath then," he turned and headed upstairs, while I went to the kitchen to microwave the dishes I prepared earlier.

Gordon came in a few minutes later, to help me out like he always did, but I asked him to leave everything to me. I wanted to give him and his son enough time to catch up with each other.

They haven't seen each other for years. The least I can do is give them enough time to catch up with each other.

“Dinner is ready!”

I called out to them the moment I was through with dishing it out. I made certain to give Gordon's son the fattest chicken.

'Hmm. Someone is already courting her mate.' Chels chuckled. 'You didn't strike me as someone capable of that.'

Shut the trap up!

I growled at her.

I'm only doing this because he's Gordon's son. I have no ulterior motive! I clenched my teeth.

How can I love someone who forced himself on me? Just because he's muscular doesn't mean he's got to do anything he pleases with me!

'Keep on trying to fool yourself, Chrys. We all know you are doing this because you fancy him. You enjoyed having his fingers play with your pussy.'

“I don't —”

The words froze in my throat when I noticed Gordon leaning on the door, with a raised brow.

“Who are you speaking with?” He furrowed his brows with his head slightly tilted to the left.

“Me? What made you think I was speaking with someone?” I forced a smile. “Come, the food is going to get cold if you keep standing there,” I motioned for him to come closer.

“What did you make?" He sniffed, “It smells as amazing as ever!" His eyes cringed to the side as he winked at me.

“Well, what can I say? I'm good at what I do," I winked at him as I sat down on my chair.

“Gold digger.” His son murmured as he walked past his father.

“What did you just say?” Gordon's eyes turned darker than ever. He looked infuriated. And when I say mad, I have never seen him this pissed since I met him.

“Why?” His son stared at him. “What are you going to do? Throw me out of your house for her sake?” He gave me a disgusted stare as he once more mouthed 'gold digger'!

“You bast—” Gordon started to say, but he shook his head as he took a deep, steady breath. “It's alright. You can do whatever you want.” He strode over to his chair and sat on it, with a glare still levelled at his son.

I can't tell why, but I felt there was a hidden meaning to the words. His tone sounded both gentle and threatening.

“Why are you still standing?” His son frowned at me. “Are you trying to act like a pathetic maid? That's extra, even for you.” He plopped down on his chair, with a dark look on his face.

“Enough!” Gordon hit his palm on the table. “You can speak to me anyhow you like, but you are not permitted to speak to her that way!”

“Why? Because she warms your bed at night? Tell me, is there anything special—”

Before I could blink, Gordon was already in front of his son.

I squinted in surprise.

How the hell did he manage to be there so quickly?

However, before I could question what I saw, I found myself rushing towards them.

“Calm down, Gordon. He's just a child. You don't have to take all his words to heart,” I placed my hand on his arm. “Calm down.”

Gordon's eyes softened a beat. “Chrysalis.” He murmured before he let go of his hold on his son's neck and took a step back.

“Thank you,” I smiled at him before I turned to face his son, who was still sending glares at him. “Are you okay?”

“Just a child?” He chuckled, “how can you claim I'm just a child when you were moaning—”

“Enough!” I yelled at him, afraid he might expose me in front of his father. I turned towards Gordon, to know his reaction, only to find him glaring at his son.

“Jayden, you—"

“Pathetic.” He turned and headed towards the dining room door.

“Jayden!” Gordon growled. “If you dare take a step forward —”

“Why? Will you send me back to her? Then, bring it one.” Jayden smirked, “I'm no longer the little boy I once was. I'm back for to stay.” With a pointed glare at his father, he left the dining, but not before sending a dark glare my way.