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Muscles straightens and let’s go of me instantly, like he has been caught with my dick in his hands. I shoot him a puzzled look before he spins on the spot to reveal an older version of himself in the doorway. It’s like looking into the future and the past simultaneously. They’re obviously father and son from their identical physique and the way they try to dominate the space around them.
“Nate.” The older guy in the doorway stares at me knowingly.
“The one and only.” I nod. Realization hits me that this guy must be my mom’s new husband, and that makes this muscled wanker my new stepbrother. Interesting.
“How about we go find your mom,” the older guy announces as he steps aside to let his son and I through the door.
My new stepbrother turns his head to the side and gives me a death glare as he storms out of the room and down the hall, disappearing down the stairs. I start to follow when my mom’s husband stops me on the landing.
“It’s nice to finally meet you. I’m Eddie.” He holds out his hand for me to shake.
Staring at it for a beat of a pause, I know I should take his hand and shake it; to show him I have had a good upbringing even though my mom abandoned me, but I don’t want this guy making any new presumptions about me. I’m happy if he thinks I’m a dick.
“Your mom will be happy to see you.” Retracting his gesture, his grin is forced as he places his hand back in his pocket and proceeds to descend the stairs.
My gut coils with anxiety and anger. Hurt and blame fill my veins, and the urge to punch through walls makes my fists clench. I don’t know how I’ll react to seeing her again after she abandoned me and left me to fend for myself. As I take each step toward the one person I never wanted to see again, my heart thuds heavily in my chest and causes an ache so deep I think my chest will tear apart. But here I am because I have no other place to fucking go. Judgy eyes scrutinize my every move as I follow my mom’s husband through the party filled to the brim with fancy guests.
I meet each stare with a gaze I’m sure borders on the fine line of fuck off and bite me. I stride through the guests, give each MILF a little wink, and am rewarded with either a blush or a look of horror. Little do they know I prefer their sons and husbands.
As we enter through the kitchen, I spot her straight away. I look just like her, with our raven hair, green eyes and tanned skin. I’d be able to pick her out of a crowd in an instant.
I freeze and fail to breathe. My legs stop moving when she turns to see who has entered the kitchen. Our eyes collide andI watch her features morph into guilt and surprise. Yes, mother dearest, your worst nightmare has returned to haunt you.
“Nate?” She whispers as she holds onto the edge of the island bench for support. Her gaze is a myriad of emotions as she stares at the man before her. Long gone is the little innocent boy she abandoned and left behind.
“I had nowhere else to go.” I sound like a fucking wounded cat. Figured I’d answer her question before she has the chance to ask why I’m here. I don’t need to give her the details of what transpired and how I ended up here. The less she knows the better.
The kitchen area clears out as quickly as I said those fucking depressing words. I don’t want to be here either, fuckers.
Her eyes dart around the room in a panic and finally land on her husband. “Can you give us a minute?” She chokes on her words.
He leaves the kitchen area without a judgmental look and without uttering a single word. It’s just the two of us left here standing in the silence, staring at each other not knowing what to say, me in the entry and her at the island bench. She doesn’t look how I remember her; my childhood mind had created an evil woman with warts on her nose and scraggly hair. But here in front of me stands a beautiful, mature woman with eyes now full of love and a face that resembles mine. It cuts fucking deep that she’s so happy here.
“Can I get you something to eat?” She glances at me before she busies herself, grabbing me a plate, and starting to fill it with random food from the platters on the large white marble counter.
“I’m not hungry.” I run my hands through my hair, unsure of what to do with myself.
“Come take a seat so we can talk.” She pats the counter and places the filled plate in front of a bar stool.
I stride over carefully, my steps cautious, and I sit down where she points. Even when I’m sitting, I’m still taller than her small frame. I look down at the plate of food and notice all my favorites piled into a neat display. She remembers.
“I’m sorry,” she starts, but I cut her off with a look.
“Don’t. I don’t need your apology or your pity. I just need a place to crash for a while.” Folding my arms across my chest, I bounce my knee in anxious anticipation of what she’s about to say.
She watches me, and I see the anguish paint her soft and delicate features. “As long as you need.” She clears her throat and begins to move food around from one platter to another to hide her discomfort.
“Don’t you need to ask your husband first?” I narrow my eyes at her.
She looks over at me again in confusion. “No. Eddie won’t mind at all. You can have the guest room upstairs for the night.” She smiles, the warmth touching her eyes.
“Are you fucking kidding me!” My new stepbrother storms into the kitchen and towers over her. “I begged to move in there my whole of senior year. Why the hell does this fucker get to use it?” He points at me, and the instant hatred in his voice echoes through the room.
“It’s temporary, Asher. And you live on campus now.” Her commanding tone shocks us both.
Asher. What a fucking pussy name. I almost laugh out loud, but I keep my shit together.
“You’re fucking dead.” He flips one of the plates over and sends the food flying before storming out.
