Billionaire Stepbrother: Winter (Our Forbidden Year Book 3) (6 page)
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Authors: Emilia Beaumont
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“—told you to end it. You’re going to ruin everything. The scandal alone will destroy your stepfather! Is that what you want?” I could hear Loretta hiss. Aimee was obviously too stunned to reply. Come on Aimee, I thought, stand up to her. Don’t let her speak to you like that.
I poured the drinks, taking my time with each movement, unstopping the decanter and slowly easing the dark, golden liquid into each glass.
“If I find out you’ve shacked up with him again, I’ll send you so far away your head will spin. Do you fucking understand?” Loretta continued. How did my father not see through her pretence? Her posh accent slipped, and guttural nuances poked through. “Answer me, you little bitch.”
That was the last straw.
I calmly laid the glasses upon the tray and walked into the kitchen to confront Loretta. Her face bulged with rage. She had managed to corner Aimee, who stood mute, pinned against the island. Loretta stepped back and quickly attempted to mask her face with a sickly smile. But it was too late; she knew I’d overheard her little diatribe.
“Aimee,” I walked towards the pair. She looked up, gratitude filling her eyes. “I want you to go back into the dining room. Take my father his drink and wait for me, OK?”
Her head nodded rapidly, and she scurried away like a timid mouse.
Once she was gone I turned my attention to Loretta, who tried to pretend I wasn’t there. Her hands busied themselves, removing a Christmas cake from the packaging the caterers had left. Of course she wouldn’t have entertained the notion of cooking Christmas dinner from scratch. No, instead she’d had an army of caterers to make sure it was all prepped and ready for her to serve.
“You seem to enjoy making threats, Loretta,” I said casually, and I reached into my jacket’s inner pocket.
“Just an everyday misunderstanding between a mother and her daughter. Did you never fight with your own mother?” she asked, her eyes as cold as ice, trying desperately to hurt me, to get beneath my skin.
I laughed but ignored the question, content in knowing that her world was about to shatter. I placed the folder that Steve had given me earlier onto the counter–top and slid it across to her.
“What’s that?” she asked, her steely demeanour wavering.
“Oh, I think you know exactly what it is,” I grinned, moving closer to her.
“How?” she asked, her voice quaked.
“The how doesn’t matter now.”
She swallowed and looked at me, her eyes pleading.
“I’ll give you two choices.” I held up a finger to her face. “One, you march into the dining room and tell my father it’s over, that you demand a divorce.”
Her knees buckled beneath her, and she leaned her hands upon the counter.
“Or two,” a second finger joined the first, “I reveal the contents of this folder to him, and he divorces you anyway. You’ll be ruined. They’ll be no settlement, no money. Nothing.”
I was beginning to enjoy this, seeing her face break, her whole life coming apart at the seams that she’d desperately fashioned for herself. As I leaned in to whisper in her ear, her overbearing perfume nearly made me gag. “At least with option one, you’ll be entitled to a small but generous portion of the estate, and you’ll save yourself the indignity of being dragged through the tabloids like a common whore.”
Loretta closed her eyes and shuddered. Upon opening them, she reached for the file and flicked through the first couple of pages.
“You have to understand, I had nothing…”
“I don’t care,” I said.
She paced the kitchen tiles. “You have three seconds to decide,” I said, piling on the pressure.
Bloody hell, if looks could kill. But then her face crumpled. She knew what she had to do to survive. And if I knew Loretta like I thought I did, she would never consider gambling her future on a man, my father, who’d already had his heart broken once.
Loretta breathed in, air rushing audibly through her nasal cavity. “You have a deal,” she finally said and exhaled. She gathered up the folder, ready to take it with her.
“Leave that where it is.”
She sighed and dropped it.
“Loretta, one more thing.”
She turned, her wrinkled face worn and defeated.
“Does she even know?”
“Does who know what?” Loretta spat back with a trace of venom, some fight still left in her.
“Does Aimee know you’re not her real mother?”
A sly grin, one that could only be described as wicked, filled every wrinkle on her twisted face.
“Oh, doesn’t it tell you that in your file?” Loretta turned, leaving the kitchen, and walked confidently to my father’s side to deliver heart–breaking news.
He’d get over it, I hoped.
Chapter Nine
I
followed a couple of seconds behind her, trying to keep the smile of victory from my face. I laid a hand upon Aimee’s upper arm and leaned down. “Get up. We’re leaving.”
“What? Why?” she asked, her eyes darting from me to her mother.
“Michael, I want a divorce,” Loretta interrupted loudly.
Aimee gasped, and my father spluttered. His rosy face drained of colour, making him look a lot older than his sixty plus years.
“What in heaven’s name for? And does it have to be right this moment? For Christ’s sake, it’s Christmas fucking day, Loretta!” my father declared, slamming his hand hard upon the mahogany table, making the red candlesticks wobble.
“What’s going on? I don’t understand,” Aimee said as I pulled her from her chair.
“Let’s leave them to it, and I’ll explain everything,” I said. The voices escalated behind us as we walked towards the elevator. My fingers stroked down her wrist and entwined with hers. We held hands, waiting for the elevator to arrive; I didn’t care if they saw us, but by all accounts, they weren’t paying attention.
Grateful that she’d chosen to leave with me willingly, I fought the urge to ask her if she forgave me.
“Merry Christmas – I hope you like your present,” I said as we stepped into the enclosed space.
“I don’t understand. Did you just break up our family?” Aimee trailed off, the penny finally hitting bottom after a long drop.
“Are you sure you read at Oxford? I thought they only let smart people in,” I teased.
“Jerk,” she giggled. The Aimee I knew started to return, her face lighting up, no longer cowering in her Mother’s shadow. “Does this mean…”
“Yes, it means exactly what you think it means; there’s nothing stopping us now.”
We got into the waiting car, and I slid the privacy divider up; Steve wouldn’t mind.
“Is there anywhere particular you’d like to go? Anywhere in the world, pick a destination, and I’ll make it happen.”
“Lex,” Aimee whispered. Her eyes were filled with regret, and my heart took a sudden crash. Dread lined my stomach. Had I done all this for nothing? I almost didn’t want to hear the next words from her mouth. Was this the part when she said she wanted nothing to do with me? I didn’t know if I could survive that.
“Before we go anywhere, I want to tell you I’m sorry.”
I frowned, not understanding – what did she have to be sorry for? I was the one that’d made a mess of things.
“What for?” I took her hand.
“I spoke to Phoebe, she confessed everything. I’m sorry, I should’ve believed you. I should’ve stood by your side. And I know you could never have done what Adrianna’s claiming.”
I didn’t know what to say.
“Wow, for once you’re speechless!” she teased, digging her fingers into my sides and making me laugh involuntarily.
“Come here, you,” I said as I lifted her onto me, her legs straddling my lap. I kissed up her neck, and then we sank into a deep kiss as if we’d never been apart.
She gasped and pulled away. “I didn’t get you anything for Christmas!”
I laughed; my hands moved to her front, and I placed them upon her breasts.
“That’s OK. I have everything I want right here.”
In a sudden blur of motion, Aimee ripped at my clothes, opening my jacket, pulling on my shirt and exposing my chest, sending buttons flying across the car. I let her claw at my skin, feeling her way down towards my stomach. She fumbled at my belt, quickly releasing my hard cock from inside my boxers. I leaned back and enjoyed the feel of her palm running up and down my shaft.
My hands searched for the hem of her red dress, and I slid the material over her hips. I grabbed and slapped at her butt, enjoying the way her behind wiggled. She moaned for more, and I spanked her again.
“I missed you so much,” I buried my head between her covered breasts as I pulled her to me.
I slipped my hand in between her thighs from behind and eased the crotch of her knickers to the side. My fingers grew slick from her wetness, and I stroked her swollen lips.
“Make love to me, Lex,” I heard her ask in between moans.
I edged forward, guiding the tip closer to her. The head of my cock rested on the brink of her opening. She knew what was coming and couldn’t wait; Aimee ground against me, and I slipped all the way inside her.
“So good, Aimee. God, you feel so good.”
I took her hips in both hands, using them as leverage to drive deep within her, letting her feel every inch of my love for her. The pressure built in us both, and her walls closed in tight around my cock. Tensing and pulsing came in rapid waves.
Aimee struggled to catch her breath, and she clung to me, her arms wrapped around my neck as I rocked within her.
All of a sudden I saw a kaleidoscope of sparks appear behind my eyelids, and I momentarily lost myself as a violent eruption released from deep within me. She tightened around me – her fingernails clawed at my neck, and her thighs tensed up, keeping my cock prisoner within her as a shock–wave of tremors rumbled between her legs.
We opened our eyes and stared at each other.
And I fell for her all over again.
“Marry me?” I gasped.
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