Obsessed With My Husband's Step-brother - Chapter 13: Chapter 13

LEILANI.
I stepped towards him and hit my foot against the package on the floor, stumbling. That jarred me back to my senses. What the fuck?! I straightened back up immediately, eyes wide with shock at what I’d almost done. I almost moved to meet Adonis! To do what exactly? Huh? I was starting to freak out. I risked a glance at Adonis, and he was still there, staring at me with an unreadable expression on his face.
Fuck, why do I keep embarrassing myself? Did he notice that I was about to come to him? Oh crap.
The noise from me stumbling on the package had excited Chase and he bounded towards me, barking happily like he thought I was playing a game or something.
Fuck!
“You alright?” Adonis' magnetic voice wrapped warmly on my skin and I froze briefly, not daring to steal a glance at him, knowing he would see me right away.
“Y-yeah…” I squeaked, blushing, and turned to speed-walk towards the stairs, with Chase trotting after me, leaving my package abandoned on the floor.
As I flew up the stairs, holding the towel tight against my body, I think I heard Adonis chuckle down the stairs.
My smile grew at the memory and I shoved a spoonful of the delicious strawberry-flavored ice cream into my mouth.
Ashley purred, “Sounds like a very sexy guy. How old is he? Though that doesn’t really matter, I like him already.”
I stifled a laugh. “He’s younger than Neil.”
“Oh? that’s perfect…” Ashley gushed and started going on and on about how she loved younger men, how beastly they were in bed and I was listening, eating my ice cream, and grinning… until my gaze strayed through the glass wall by our table and out to the fairly busy street outside.
Past the few joggers on the sidewalk, the pedestrians hurrying to work, the moving cars on the road, and the goth teenager walking a fierce-looking black dog, I saw it.
The car.
It was directly parked across from where I sat.
That creepy black car from a few days back. I think.
It was parked right across the building we were in, almost like the driver wanted an unobstructed view of me. Its tinted windows were tightly rolled up, eerie, and creepy. My face drained. It can’t be the same car. I’m far away from home so there’s no way in hell…
My gaze was fixed on the driver’s window again, struck in the guts at how familiar and creepy this felt. It just can’t be. There are a lot of cars that looked perfectly identical in this city. It can’t be that same car that was parked creepily in front of the house the other day.
“Lei? Hey, what are you looking at?” Ashley’s voice made me tear my gaze away to look at her. She looked in the direction I had been staring at.
“What’s up? You okay?”
I blinked, torn between wanting to tell her about it and wondering if I’m just being silly.
“Which bitch did you see out there?” Ashley squinted at the glass. “Fuck, I need my glasses.” Her voice fell flat.
I let out a small snort at her joke and glanced back at the car. It was moving, in the same fashion as the car at the house, slowly at first and then picked up speed till it was out of my line of sight.
I exhaled and looked back at my ice cream tub, scooping up a spoonful. “It’s nothing, Ash.”
She raised an eyebrow but went back to eating her ice cream quietly.
“How’s DELEILAH going? I need some fucking new naughty bikinis.” I spoke too soon. “I’m thinking of flying over to Jamaica pretty soon. I’m a pretty fucking queen single and ready to mingle. Fucking need me some hot, hard, deliciously dark Jamaican daddy.” Her signature salacious wink appeared.
I burst out laughing. You just got to love Ashley.
“…the number you’re calling is not available. Please leave a message…”
I hung up and put my phone down on the sink. Neil had gone for a meeting with some business associates out of the city and Adonis had driven him to the airport for his flight pretty early this morning, when you could barely see a thing outside. It should be a short flight, and he should have gotten off the plane by now, but his line wasn’t going through. He should be back tonight anyway.
I rinsed my mouth and toothbrush, placing them back in their holder, and went through my morning face routine.
Moments later, I walked down the stairs and into the shiny kitchen, looking around for Chase. The kitchen was his favorite spot inside the house. But he was not in here, probably still asleep. It was a pretty lazy morning.
My comfy extra-sized polo hung around my bare upper thighs and sagged down my left shoulder, revealing a bit of side boob as I moved over to the huge fridge and opened it, pulling out a carton of chilled orange juice. Grabbing a glass, I filled it up and placed the carton back in the fridge.
I pushed the door of the fridge shut just as Adonis’ tall, ripped form walked into the kitchen, mouthwateringly shirtless and in grey sweatpants, a noticeable bulge in his crotch.
My mouth dried.
His eyes met mine and I realized I was hopelessly staring again, so I brought the glass up to my lips and took a sip, just to do something with myself.
His eyes fell on my mouth -my heart quaked- then he looked back up to meet my gaze, dark eyes gleaming. “That looks good. I’ll have some.”
Heat blossomed beneath my skin at his words. He was talking about juice. Juice. But why was I thinking of something totally naughty?
He moved towards the fridge and I moved away to stand by the kitchen island, catching an intoxicating whiff of his unique masculine scent. I watched his biceps flex as he opened the fridge and pulled out the carton of orange juice and closed the fridge door. He moved to pick a glass and as my eyes greedily drank in his every movement, my sex hormones reacting to the extreme sex appeal he exuded, while doing such a simple thing as filling a glass with orange juice.
Every flex of his ripped muscles
Every time he brushed his softly spiked dark hair back
The sight of his chest and ridged abs on full display
The sweatpants riding low on his V cut
That scandalous bulge-
My vagina suddenly clenched around itself, its violent demand for male attention shooting scorching shivers up my overheating skin.