His Father Craves Me

Kimberly

“Don’t you think it’s too early to be thinking of marriage?”

I took a deep breath and adjusted the phone to my left ear. “Ethan and I already talked about it and I think it’s okay. I’m old enough.”

“You’re only twenty-one.”

“In my world, twenty-one is old enough,” I said to the phone as I headed up to the elevator leading to the hallway of Ethan’s house. 

I’ve been dating Ethan since I was like eighteen and I really don’t think I can fall in love with anyone else, let alone ending up with them. 

He’s just the way I like my men, slim, tall and kind. I barely have any needs when it came to men, I just know I’m okay with Ethan.

“You think your mom.. sorry, step-mom will agree to that?” my best friend asked from the other end. I could tell she was sitting in front of a dressing mirror, applying red matte lipstick with the way she was pausing to make some lip smacking noise. 

I sighed. “I’ll deal with that. Do you think I should remind him of the type of ring I want?” 

“Oh, fuck me.”

“Just answer me.. you know I hate pressing things but I just want—“

“Listen to me girl, If Ethan loves you like he fucking claims then you have no worries. He’ll remember the type of ring you want for your engagement.”

A small smile crept to my lips at the sound of that.

“But there’s a problem,” she added and I raised my brow. 

“What is it?” 

The claws of the elevator opened at that moment and I stepped out of the elevator, clutching my bag to one hand and flinging my honey brown hair enough to get out of my face. 

“It’s definitely going to be a cheaper type..”

“We’re not doing this,” I said and frowned. I wasn’t with Ethan because of money and that was quite obvious because he didn’t have much. 

He worked three shifts to make ends meet but I was glad he had a good apartment where we could at least fuck and sometimes, talk. 

Anna obviously had a problem with that but more than that, she wanted me happy and the one thing that could make that happen Is moving out of my late father's house and not having to deal with my step-mother— a woman ten years older than me. I never thought I’d be saying this but I wish my father didn’t die and I have to pretend like my step mother iis the best woman in the world.

“No we’re not,” Anna said rather mockingly. “I have to go now, don’t call me unless it’s important. Bye, love you!”

I didn’t get to respond before the line died and I turned my attention to Ethan’s door. My brows shot up when I noticed his door wasn’t locked but I brushed it off immediately. Ethan hates surprises just like I do and so 

I pushed the door open and the scent of a strawberry diffuser welcomed me. I tried my best to keep the noise low so I wouldn’t wake Ethan. 

You’d be guessing how I knew he was sleeping but I’ll tell you. Two years is a long time to know someone and since Ethan is like the simplest man in New York, one month was enough. 

I dropped my black bag on the couch just beside me and took off my top. I thought of how I’d curl up to him on bed with only my underwear and tell him how badly I want to be eaten out.

A small smile formed on my lips as I moved toward the bedroom door and pushed it open. “Babe, I’m home!!”

“Fuck yes.” As the door parted, I realized I wasn’t the only female talking.

On Ethan was my…my stepmom—naked with his hands wrapped around her waist and her head tilted just in the right angle to have him kiss her. 

My mouth dropped at that instance and a lump formed right in the most sloppy part of my throat. 

I gasped for breath and Ethan’s head popped up just in time to find me standing right in their front.

“Fuck, Kim.” 

My step— well, Regina’s feral moans stopped and she moved away from him to reveal that he was just on his briefs and she—

She had no shirt on. 

She was naked on the bed with my so called boyfriend while I was just trying to get done with the job interview.

“That was such an interruption,” She said coldly and pulled away, turning around so she could put back her clothe

I had absolutely no idea what I was doing there but I couldn't seem to move. 

Pain, anger and irritation laced through me and I stood there trying to process it and understand what the fuck was going on.

“Babe, you didn’t tell me you’d be coming home.”

BABE?? Is this fucker for real right now?

I balled my hands in a fist and hot tears began welling in my eyes. How the hell is Ethan sleeping with my stepmom?

I get it, She's young, barely six years older than him but she is my step mother!!

Regina was in no rush, she barely had any guilt on her face. There was nothing but a goddamn smirk and the earring she was trying to put back on. 

Ethan sat there with his hand covering his face like he was thinking of what to do but who the hell sits on the bed without explaining shit??

“Ourgh,” Regina said from where she stood and took a step forward. 

Her black wavy hair had it’s edges well laid. She wore a T-shirt over her skinny jeans and walked over to us. “It’s crazy you had to find out this way but uh— Ethan is so good. Hold him tight.”

She exhaled and a flush of confusion crossed over me again. She turned to Ethan who was now trying to say a word. 

“Ethan will you be telling her or should I do that myself?”

There was nothing else that would kill me more than an unanswered question so I braced myself for whatever it would be.

“Tell me what?”