“Will you come back to me?”
“I will. I’ll always come back to you, Cathy.”
My head raises, he slides his palms up to cup my face. The sincerity in his gaze floors me. I don’t know what he wants to say but I believe him. In the end, we will be fine.
“Home is wherever you are, superstar. I will always come back home.”
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Calum finally decides to give his stepsister what she wants. Himself.All of him.
The emotional back and forth has taken a toll on him and he's ready to settle. But on certain conditions.
Dating his stepsister shouldn't be hard but there are rules they must follow;
One: keep it a secret.
Two: no touching in public.
Three: no pet names.
Four: refer to rules one, two and three.
These rules seem pretty easy but breaking them is easier. And the problem Cathy has with all four rules is this: she wants to show her first boyfriend off. She wants to kiss him in public, smack his ass, steal chips from his plate and make TicToc duets for the world to know he's completely hers.
But rules are rules and she must keep to her own end of the bargain. What happens when their secret comes crashing down? Will their love be enough to save them?
Updates: 25/07/2022
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A/N: This story is in three parts and we have just concluded the first part. It's my wish for all three parts to go on print, so separating them makes sense.On GoodNovel, it will remain one book. But there will be a week break before the next update because I'm so close to burning out. Maybe I already burned out. I haven't been able to get much writing done since this month began.
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My first understanding of the anonymity Calum was so worried about is on our way out of the cemetery. The question of: how to leave here?Do we leave holding hands or as strangers or with me cuddled in his arms like I am now?“It’s dark enough,” Calum offers.I lock my legs around his waist, he laughs into my neck and starts for the car. My body hums in response to our close contact. I’m grinning as he tucks me into the front seat. Shutting my door, he leans on the car to make a call. I grab his hand through the open window and place a kiss on the inside of his wrist.It feels so surreal. I haven’t fully processed it. Part of me still thinks this is a dream, that he will wake up tomorrow and change his mind. I mean, this is Calum Dissick. That won’t be so surprising.“Sure,” he says into the phone. “We’ll be late. Yeah.” The phone disappears into his pocket. Turning
Calum is missing after school on Monday. So, the task of taking me home falls to my dad. He leaves immediately I get out of the car to join his wife for a date. They are too in love. I roll my eyes all the way inside the house till I hear the clangs of pans from the kitchen. A grin teases a corner of my lips when I find my stepbrother stirring stuff in a bowl.My laughter breaks out and his head jerks up.“Hey, superstar.” Giggling, my bag drops to my feet. I grab his collar to kiss him hard and fast because I missed him so much. “Missed you.”I sweep his hair back and peck his lips. “Me too. Where were you?” I point to the bowl of creamy paste, then the eggs. I have an idea what he’s making as there are pans on the counter. But I want to hear his beautiful voice. “What are you doing?”“Making cupcakes for my superstar,” he says.A dot of batter drops to
CALUMNo sooner are the words out of my lips when Cathy jumps off me. She moves with the speed of light to confirm the door is locked. Her ass swings in her gown. Maybe it’s deliberate, maybe it’s not but I love the way the material clings to her curve.A wicked smile adorns her lips as she struts back to me. Standing over me with her hands on her waist, she nods towards the room. “Here or the bed?”“The bed, of course.”The first time has to be perfect. She pulls me up to my feet. I scoop her into my arms before she can protest and her legs instantly lock around my waist. Her eyes are alight with mischief but it’s the tenderness beneath that turns my heart to mush.“Thank you,” she whispers.Sincerely confused, I ask, “For what?”I should be grateful to Cathy for her doggedness. We wouldn’t be here if she had listened to me. I kiss her again
To love my stepbrother is to be utterly enamoured by him and everything he does. It’s like taking a trip to another world; a place I have always wanted to be. I’m happy in that place, cuddled in his arms after sex until we hear the sound of our parents car.Then everything comes crashing down.The next few seconds have both of us scrambling to fix ourselves. We hear our parents voices call out to us in greeting but our focus is on flushing the used condom, airing the room so it smells less of sex.“I don’t like this,” Calum says when we’re done cleaning. I unlock the door and return to him on the bed. With a grim smile, I lace our fingers. We can’t cuddle for fear of them showing up and meeting us in that position. I don’t want him to doubt us but I understand. He hugs me and my heart cracks. This will be tougher than I thought. In my head, it was easy. But reality is harsher. “I want to cud
I hate mornings. Because every time I wake, I’m reminded Calum won’t be there on the bed with me. All I have to remember our amazing nights are his lingering scent and the warm bed. He always sneaks off to his room before anyone wakes. Today, I’m particularly cranky because I’m losing sleep. It’s bad for me but midnight is our best time together. In school, we can’t get too close and there’s so little time between the drive to school.After getting dressed, I stomp out of my room. Dad stopped asking if I needed a ride since the new term began, he knows Calum will handle it. Calum’s door opens. We stare at each other, then he pulls me into his room. His lips are on mine before the door fully shuts. My brain falls asleep and my hands slide into his shirt. He groans into my mouth but I only kiss him harder. I know how much he loves it.“What was that for?” I breathe out, mouth so close t
Calum calls me two more times. I send texts to inform him of the change in plans but they go unreplied. Lunch with the girls is full on gossip and laughing mode. Until Jackson walks into the cafeteria with Regina hanging from his arm.The sight of the duo is a soft blow to my chest. I make an involuntary sound that the girls notice, and their laughter dies off. Jackson and Regina find a seat with their clique. I pretend not to notice but my gaze strays a few times to their table.“We should go to my parent’s beach house this weekend or next,” Amelia says. It’s to drag me out of my slump but now my eyes are fixed on them. I can’t stop staring. Is this why he didn’t pick my calls? I wanted to apologise for ending things the way I did. Someone steps on my toe, my glare wavers when I see it’s Amelia. She probably doesn’t understand why I’m bothered. I’m not bothered, I’m just disturbed. He didn’t
I wake up in the morning feeling less bold than I did when I sent those videos yesterday. Dinner was uneventful. Calum was well behaved. He didn’t send another text except to wish me goodnight.After final touches to my face, I grab my backpack and head to Calum’s room. I knock once. He opens up with a grin, shaggy hair falling into his eyes. I glance at the stairs first, then whisk his hair from his forehead. Without notice, he drags me into his room and locks the door. Strolling to the study table with his laptop, he bends over and starts typing on it. I pout at his hunched frame. No morning kiss?“Feeling better?” he throws over his shoulder.“Yeah. Much.” I’ll never underestimate the power of a good night’s rest. I bridge the short distance between us, one hand on his waist as I peek over his shoulder. He shuts his laptop before I see what he’s working on. “How about you? Had a good nigh
Calum doesn’t speak to me on the ride home. I can’t form a sentence so I sit still and quiet throughout the drive. He parks and his icy glare turns to me. I gulp. “In my room, Cathy. Now.”“No.”Darkness clouds his gaze and a blonde brow lifts. I haven’t seen this version of him. “I didn’t hear that,” he mutters in a tone cold as his expression. I shake my head and he smirks. “I thought as much.”Shaking off the nerves, I get out of the car and rush into the house. Dani waves from the couch, she’s glued to the soap opera showing on TV but manages to ask how school was. I swallow my words as soon as Calum steps into the living room. The room grows hotter and I fan myself. Where did all the air go? He stops behind me, his hand on my lower back and I nearly jump out of my skin.“How was your first lesson?” Dani asks him.Her attention is divided