Step Brother Anthology: Bad Boy (BBW Taboo Billionaire Romance) (2 page)

        “Don’t do this Harry, DON’T DO THIS!!!” My mother yelled.

        The two stood face to face locked in each other’s eyes.  This was a
game of chicken that had no favorable outcome.  I watched spellbound, scared
and tearful as the two Alpha Males faced off.  Just then Harry raised his hand
and went to smack Jean Carlo.  Jean Carlo caught his hand mid-flight and
stopped Harry from making contact.  The shock on Harry’s face was priceless, he
tried with some effort to pull his hand away, but Jean Carlo was too strong.  A
feeling of pride was welling up inside me, that at long last this stand-off had
happened and it seemed Jean Carlo prevailed.

        “Not this time Dad, this is the last time you are ever going to raise
your hand to me.  I will never be your whipping boy agian.”
        Harry, tried to use his other hand to strike Jean Carlo,

        “This is how you talk to your fath……”  Harry was interrupted mid-sentence
as Jean Carlo caught his other hand, then pushed his father back with force. 
        “It takes a man of weakness to attack his child, I am leaving now and
you will not soon see me again.  Do not try to contact me, do not try to find
me, I do not want to be found
.”

        My mother instantly began to cry as she watched Jean Carlo turn and
walk for the door.  She knew this day would come, but it didn’t lessen the blow
at all. Harry ran after him and grabbed him by the wrist.  Jean Carlo quickly broke
his father’s grip and pushed him down to the floor.  Jean Carlo knelt down and
held Harry down with one hand and said,

        “This is for the best, make this your last goodbye and no one has to
get hurt.”
        Harry put his hands over his eyes and began to cry and we all watched
Jean Carlo walk out of the house for the last time.  Jean Carlo did not turn
around, did not acknowledge the tear-filled scene, he just left.  He was
walking away from a lot of hurt and seemed to have no regrets in doing so.  Where
he was going, no one knew but he was surely going and not coming back.  I was
saddened that I would not see him again, he was most certainly a man I needed
and wanted in my life.  I turned from the table and stormed up to my room
slamming the door behind me.  The sounds of my mother and step-father fighting
could be heard through the door and probably around the block.  I put my pillow
over my head to try and ignore the sound, it was so awful.  I fell asleep to
the sounds of arguing, but woke up to the sounds of silence.  

       
What the hell just happened?  In one fell swoop my whole family was
torn apart at the seams.  This will definitely have implications that will
affect my mother’s relationship with Harry and my relationship with my mother. 
I need to get out of here, I cannot possibly live here anymore.

        Just then my phone began to vibrate, I looked down to see who it was. 
It was Jean Carlo texting me.  The message read, “
Soon, I will come for
you.”

        As
quickly as I could I tried to reply, but my brain was firing faster than my
fingers could type. My heart beat rapidly as I tried to get the words out,
whererrere are you…..wheerrr are you……
OK, OK calm down type slowly
.
Where are you?..... There was no response. I was hopeful that he was just tied
up at the moment, but the reply to my message never came. 
        My mother came into my room shortly thereafter to talk to me, she was a
kind compassionate soul, who just wanted to do what she felt was best for me
and the whole family.   I could not help but be rude to her and ignore her.  I
was embarrassed, I was scared and ultimately I felt betrayed.  All that I
wanted was to have Jean Carlo beside me.  I could not help but be worried that
something had happened to him.  I could not help but think that he was out
there by himself, sleeping on the street.  I truly wished he was OK and just
wanted my mother to leave.  She finished her lecture kissed my forehead and got
up to leave.  When she got to the door she turned around to speak,
        “Jenni, just so you know, you can stay here as long as you want.  I am
not going to push you out of doors.”
        I nodded an acknowledgement as she left, but did not entirely believe
her.  It would only be a matter of time before she decided that what she wanted
was to be alone with that evil man.  I had to do something, but I had no idea
what.  I cried myself to sleep that night, thinking about how one afternoon of
passion had caused such a dramatic change in my life.  One thing was for sure,
it was now time to change my life, get a job and get out of this house. 
                                        *              *              *

        I woke up the next morning with a renewed sense of vim and vigor, I was
ready to face the challenges in my life.  I was smart, I could get a job.  So I
spent the majority of the day pouring over newspapers and searching the internet
for jobs.  I made so many phone calls my ears hurt from listening to people,
but it was successful.  I had set up several interviews for different jobs. 
They were not glamorous, but they would make me some money.  I could save up
for a little while and get out of here as soon as possible.  It created in me
hope and it was helpful to have something to do, to get my mind off of Jean
Carlo.  There had still not been a message since the lone message last night. 
       
Oh wow! Look at this! A bartender job!  I would love to work in a
bar.  No experience necessary, must be friendly and have an outgoing
personality.  For an interview call 555-2435.  I am going to call right now.

        “Thank you for calling the G Spot this is Jim, how can I help you.”

        “Oh Hi Jim, I am Jenni, I saw your add in the
paper and I wanted to know if I can come in for an interview.”

        “Well Jenni, do you have any experience?”

        “No, but it said in your ad, I didn’t need any
experience.”

        “Well at least I know, you know how to read.
OK I tell you what, tell me a joke and if I laugh, you can come in for an
interview.”

        I froze. Never being one that is any good at telling a joke, nor
remembering them what was I to do.  I was however sitting in front of my
computer and knew how to stall.  I furiously starting typing into the search
engine; JOKES. 

        “A joke?  Is that what you think gives people
their personality?”

        “Well no, but if you know a joke it is usually
a good sign that you are interested in making people happy, through laughter.”

        “Fair enough.”

        I had stalled long enough to find a joke, I wasn’t sure how appropriate
or funny it was it was just the first joke that came up.
        “A teacher stands in front of her class and says, Kids, what does a
chicken give you, the kids respond? Meat! Very good says the teacher, now what
does the cow give you? Milk!  Very good kids, the teacher responds and what
does the dirty pig give you?  Homework!!”

       Jim began to laugh hard, so hard it sounded like he spit out whatever
was in his mouth.
       “That one I have not heard, come down tonight for an interview, be here
at open seven pm, if you are good we can get you started tonight.”

       “Oh, great, uh,
thank you very much, see you tonight.” I said nervously.

       I was both excited and scared at the opportunity.  Now I was really
going to have to go through with it.  I was not sure I was ready to work.  Yet I
was sure that I knew nothing about bartending. 
       As I dressed for what I hoped would be my first day of work, I began to
think again about Jean Carlo, worry set in.  I tried to text him on several
occasions but I still did not get any response.  He could either be hurt,
suffering or worse DEAD!  I was scared, but I resolved to tell myself that he
was fine. 
       I looked up the bus routes and found the right bus to take to get to the
club.  Taking the bus to the G Spot, was easy enough and I felt very
independent as I arrived at the correct destination. 
       W
ho knows, maybe this will be a great place for me to work at.
       I nervously walked into the bar and met with Jim, who was very
approachable and nice.  After a short conversation he offered me to work the
night.

       “Listen Jenni, I know you don’t have much experience and one day, you
may be able to be a bartender.  You are smart enough and willing, so why don’t
you back up the bar today and learn the craft.  If you like it and you are able
to keep up we can make a plan for you to become a full-fledged bartender.”

       “That sounds
great! I am in!”

       I was so happy and amazed that I now had a way to make my own money.  It
had only taken me one day to find a job. 
       It was a lot of fun that night everyone was kind and happy. They treated
me very well, joked around a little bit and patiently explained how things
worked.  Don’t get me wrong, it was most certainly hard work, but it was a lot
of fun and I would definitely do it again.  At the end of the night I helped to
clean up the bar, then walked out of the front door alone.  It felt as if I
should not be alone, but what was going to happen anyways. 
       Walking towards the bus stop, I heard the low rumble of a motorcycle
behind me.  I turned to look, the motorcycle was all black, with a few red
accents.  Its rider also wore all black with a tinted visor.  I thought that
was weird, seeing as how it was night time. How did he see?  I continued to
walk to the bus stop and noticed the man on the bike had gotten off his bike
and was walking behind me.  He did not take off his helmet, he was stalking me
or so I thought.  Racing through my mind were the many stories you hear about
women being abducted and raped or worse KILLED!  I began to increase the pace
of my steps.  The biker matched me step for step, I turned down an alleyway in
a panic, so did he. 
Why did I turn down an alleyway?
I began to run, he
began pursuit.  It was then I saw that the alley was a dead end.  I had just
made this as easy as possible for my attacker.  Stopping at the dead end wall,
I watched as the biker slowed down his pursuit and then stopped ten feet from
me.  I held my keys in my hand ready to slash at his face, should something
happen.  I was shaking in terror. 
      
       “What do you want from me?!

       In a muffled
voice I heard “I told you mfrrhrrhrhfhr.”

       “What?”

       “I told you I
would mhfrfhhrhhrfhr.”

       “I cannot
understand what you are saying.”

       The unidentified man began walking closer, I clenched my keys even
tighter, ready to strike.  As he got about three feet from me he removed his
helmet, I lunged forward with my keys for his face and he caught my hand.  His
helmet crashed to the ground and he spun me around.  This was it, he was going
to rape me and kill me.  I breathed heavily but was too scared to scream.  I
could feel the strangers breath on my neck and felt disgusted at what was about
to happen.  My heart beat so fast it felt like it was going to rip out of my
chest.   I began to scream,

       “HELP!!!”

       He stranger covered my mouth with his gloved hand, then began to whisper
in my ear.

       “I told you I would come for you.”

      
      
What kind of joke is this?
  I spun around and staring back at me
was Jean Carlo.
       “Oh my God! Jean Carlo, I was so worried about you! Where have you
been?  How did you know I was here?  Where did you get that motorcycle?  You
scared the shit out of me!”

       “You have
questions and I have answers, but there is something I have been needing to do
for days now.”

       “What is that Jean Carlo?”

       Jean Carlo pulled me in close and began passionately kissing me.  There
began the kiss, a kiss that would be remembered as one of the great kisses of
all time.  Jean Carlo enveloped me with his lips, his might and his intention. 
I responded, for that is after all what I had wanted as well.  All I ever
wanted was to be with Jean Carlo and never was it more apparent than at this
moment.  We breathed heavily into each other’s mouths as our tongues
intertwined.  I grabbed at Jean Carlo and he returned the favor.  I wanted
nothing more than to have him inside me.  I wanted to feel his skin and Jean
Carlo wanted the same. 
       I fell to my knees as I undid the zipper on his leather pants.  His
enormous member popped out of his pants.  I had seen it before, but it was
still as impressive as the first time I had laid eyes on it.  Slowly I moved my
hand towards his cock and began stroking it.  Jean Carlo braced himself against
the wall to try and steady himself.  Working my way down to my knees I took his
cock deep in my mouth flicking my tongue and sucking it like a Popsicle.  Jean
Carlo moaned and rolled his head around like a man possessed. 
       After a few minutes, Jean Carlo then lifted me up by my armpits and
began to kiss me again.  He reached up under my skirt and began rubbing my already
wet pussy, which made me shake and writhe.  He then pushed his exposed manhood
against my now wet panties, rubbing himself against my clit.  I moaned with
delight. 
       Jean Carlo pulled down my panties and began sliding his manhood against my
bare clit, I was so wet there was almost no friction.  He entered me, both of us
standing up he entered me. It was something I had never experienced before and
the unusual position made it feel all the more enticing.  He wrapped his arms
around me and began thrusting into my pussy with all the vigor of a teenager.  I
was immobilized by his arms which were wrapped so tightly around me I couldn’t
move.  At one point I relaxed all my muscles, I just let go to enjoy the
moment.  Jean Carlo took my entire weight and held me up. My eyes rolled into
the back of my head as I relaxed and let Jean Carlo use me as he saw fit.  The
feeling was so intense because all I had to think about was the feeling of his
big cock inside me.  Jean Carlo continued to thrust until I began to tense up preparing
for orgasm.  Jean Carlo pulled me off of him and spun me around exposing my ass
to the air.  The feeling of the cool night air was like the feeling of a first
skinny dip on a cool summer night.