Chapter 5 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.