Stepbrother Affairs (The Monroe Family Secrets Book 3) (3 page)

Audrey

“Get off of me, man!” Javier shouted as he tried to fight against Sebastian’s hold. However, he was no match for Sebastian’s crude, emotionally charged strength.

“What the
fuck
, Audrey!” Sebastian yelled with tears in his eyes. “Why are you still fooling around with
him
?”

              “Sebastian,” I said calmly as I walked toward him. “We need him.”

              “What does that mean?” he sobbed. I reached my hand out and touched his arm. His skin was warm with rage. As soon as my hand made contact, I could feel him start to calm. Sebastian’s grip loosened, and Javier broke free.

              “Go outside, Javier,” I said, zipping my hoodie back over my brazier.

              “Yes, miss,” Javier agreed while darting Sebastian angry glances. “Call me if you need me.”

              As soon as the heavy door latched by him, Sebastian let out a sigh.

              “I can’t take it anymore!” Sebastian yelled as he smashed his fist into the rough wall. His hand recoiled, and he examined the freshly scraped flesh. “My life is beyond fucked up right now.”

              “I’m sorry,” I said lowering my head. No matter what he had done to me before, seeing Sebastian this upset made me feel extremely compassionate toward him. “I know that it’s been a very difficult week for you with Darla missing.”

              “You know, Audrey,” he started. “Ever since she ran away, I have been in shock. I’ve always had affection for her, but it couldn’t love her the way that I wanted to love a girl. And when I met you, I felt that excitement I had been looking for.”

              “But you had Darla!” I reminded him.

              “Clearly, I didn’t,” Sebastian said with another heavy sigh. “I couldn’t make her happy. Not as long as I wouldn’t make love to her.”

              “You didn’t fuck her?”

              “How could I when all I could think about was you?”

              “Still,” I added, trying to keep my eyes from watering further. “We should never have been together. You’re my stepbrother, Sebastian. This would never work out for us; we’re agreed to this.”

              “I don’t care what anybody thinks!” Sebastian yelled as he rushed around toward me. His hands grasped firmly against my shoulders as he stared at me with desperate eyes. “Audrey, I’m in love with you.”

              “I… I…” the words wouldn’t come together in my mouth. Too many feelings were rushing through my body. Suddenly, I knew what this all meant. “I love you, too.”

              Sebastian’s hand reached for the underside of my mouth, drawing me closer to him. Our lips met with electricity that sparked inside of our touch. My arms reached around to the back, grabbing hold of his waist through the slick fabric of his running shorts.

              His grip moved to my sides. With our mouths still aggressively entwined, Sebastian lifted me onto the desk. I gripped at his elastic band, pulling his shorts down so that his smooth buttocks were exposed to the darkened room.

Sebastian’s fingers found my thong and pulled it to the side. My hands moved upward, and behind my head as his thick cock plunged up from the edge of the desk. I was heated and ready in an instant. Soon, I found him breaching my opening, cramming himself inside of my cavern.

Clinging onto the fabric of my skirt, Sebastian fucked me on top of the table. I felt papers slide beneath me and pens roll onto the floor. The warm monitors were to my back, warming my skin and sending flashes of light with each of his thrusts.

As he plummeted further and further inside of me, I moaned uncontrollably. My breath sunk deep into my lungs as I felt satisfaction exploding from my core. His scent filled me up with each intake of air, until I could sense nothing else but his raw power. My legs shook as I release a quivering orgasm. Sebastian leaned on me and grunted. We were sharing a simultaneous climax as we gazed into one another’s eyes.

I caught my breath again as my arms grabbed hold of his back. He leaned and pecked me once more on my mouth.

“The way we make love,” he said in a low tone. “I experience something pure and sincere.”

              “I feel it, too,” I agreed.

              “This is why I feel so terrible,” Sebastian explained with his face warm with a sorrowful glow. “I was so upset the other day because I was relieved that Darla had gone.”

              “Relieved?”

              “Yes, Audrey. I wouldn’t touch her after I met you. Darla was a sweet girl, and I could never break her heart.”

              “What did you do, Sebastian?” I asked carefully. “Did you make her disappear?”

              The room was still and cold as Sebastian looked me in the eyes. His tall and perfectly formed body towered nearly to the ceiling in the small brick house. However, he appeared to be the reflection of a lost little boy. One of which I feared had made the worst of choices.

              “I did,” he confessed as he lunged into the wall. He sobbed fiercely, then my heart raced, and my eyes swelled. Without knowing what to do, I collapsed onto him. Sebastian’s body was hot and heaving underneath me. “I couldn’t make her happy, Audrey. We didn’t touch once since she arrived. You were spiraling inside of me head, and I treated you like garbage because of my mistakes. All of the cheating and the lying… I’m such a fucking asshole.”

              “But why, Sebastian?” I cried, knowing that this could only lead to terrible things for him.

              “I’m so sorry,” he said while shifting his weight toward me. My arms hugged firmly around his muscular body. “Will you ever forgive me?”

              “I do,” I said as I attempted to keep the tears from dripping down my face. “I love you so much, Sebastian.”

              “I love you, too,” he said with his lips shaking against mine. It was difficult to believe, no matter Sebastian’s strength that he would do something so terrible.

“But why?” I cried. “Why did you have to kill her?”

              Sebastian stopped moving. His arms flexed against the wall, pushing us toward the center of the room.

              “Kill her?” he asked softly. “Darla’s not dead.”

              Suddenly, I realized that I was mistaken. Sebastian was feeling guilty, but it was for his actions that he believed scared her away.

              “Why, Audrey,” he said through uneven breaths. “Why would you say that she was dead?”

              I found myself trapped in a corner made of brick. The lies brought me here, and then I wondered if I should explain to him that the girl who he thought ran away was now lying in the dirt.

My mouth opened to speak, when a jolt struck my mind. If Sebastian didn’t kill her, I wondered, then who did? The dots were connecting one by one until, all at once, I realized which clue I had overlooked.

              “Where did you get the sleeping pills, Sebastian?” I asked in a deathly tone.

              “We had many fights,” he explained as he his head circled the dim room. “I couldn’t sleep and I would pace the hallways late at night–“

              “Who gave them to you!” I demanded. Sebastian froze from his erratic behavior, and then he met my gaze.

              “Your father.”

Michael

              Usually, after having an attractive woman drain my cock of its every last drop, my body would be in a state of tranquility. However, I felt anything but peaceful. My legs paced around the room furiously as I waited.

An hour after Lydia had gone, Audrey’s delay felt brutal. At this point, she had been gone for well over two hours. I tried calling her phone, but it went directly to her voicemail.

              “Fuck!” I yelled, slamming my phone onto the floor. It bounced a few times, causing the screen to make a clearing cracking noise with each impact. “What do I do?”

              The anxiety building in my chest was making it difficult to breathe. Pacing around the room didn’t help my nerves either. I needed to escape.

              Still, there weren’t many choices left. The truth was coming out soon or later. For all I knew, Audrey could be taking her sweet time attempting to plot against me. That would work out for her perfectly if somehow she were able to pin that girl’s murder on me. As I rotted away in jail, my only sister would become the heir to our father’s fortune.

              Everyone, including Lydia, knew of Audrey’s potential to act selfishly. No man or woman was strong enough for her ego. The longer I waited alone in my room, the more I felt trapped. My sister set the lure, and I had been hooked, trailing behind her boat for a bigger fish to come along and swallow me whole.

              My hand reached for the doorknob and slowly turned it. Now that my aggression had ended my form of communication, I was reluctant to leave. The woods were deep and attempting to find Audrey in the dark could be difficult. However, if the choices were between finding Audrey and being a sitting duck, I knew which to decide.

              On my way out of the room, I rushed down the steps of the bungalow and walked toward the woods. Small solar-powered lights lit the path and the hedges of the garden as I passed. Lydia’s lounging chair was still sprawled with a clear oil bottle that appeared to be empty.

              Lights were on all over the mansion, which was unusual for typically calm time like that night. Then again, there was nothing usual about this entire day. My sister and I had bickered as usual, however, this was the first time that we stumbled upon this horrific.

              As the canopy of trees enveloped me, I noticed how eerie that outer property could seem at night. The creatures were alive in the brush, chirping and squeaking behind every tree. In the distance, I saw a flicker of light emanating off of the foliage.

              “Get him!” I man’s heard a voice calling out from inside of the woods. Rushing down the path, I saw something enormous and dark running at me. As fast as I could, I jumped out of its way.

              The breaths of the beast were ominous as it strode past me in a blur. With a second glance, I noticed my father’s favorite horse had been running quickly away.

              “Hurry!” yelled the voice again. I jogged forward to see the lights flickering madly. Two men in black uniforms rushed down the path toward me. I noticed that they were the stablemen who kept after the animals.

              “What is this?” I asked the taller one.

              “Mr. Monroe,” he said to me. “I’m sorry, but we need to catch that horse.”

              “What are those lights?” I asked.

              “Your father called the emergency services,” he replied. I took a few more steps and saw that there were several police cars in the distance. “He was walking with Mrs. Monroe when they stumbled upon a body.”

Audrey

              “What’s happening?” Sebastian asked as we say several police cars zip by in the surveillance screens. He quickly pulled his shorts back around his waist.

              “I’m not sure,” I said softly. “Can you check it out?”

              “Stay here,” Sebastian said as he neared the door. “I’ll call you when I find out.”

              “Okay,” I agreed as he left the building. I felt my skirt and realized that I hadn’t space to bring my phone with me. Looking back through the window, I saw Javier pacing in front of the building. Quickly, I darted for the door.

              “Javier!” I whispered so that Sebastian had no chance of hearing. His head spun around to me. “Come in here.”

              Javier rushed to the door and moved inside with me. I latched and slid over the bolt lock.

              “Did he hurt you, miss?” Javier asked.

              “I’m fine,” I explained. “Are you okay?”

              “I’m good,” he said rubbing his neck. “I saw police cars but I am not allowed to abandon my post.”

              “There is very little time, Javier,” I said. “Please pull up footage from last; there is something dire that I need to see.”

              “There are a lot of tapes, miss,” he said shaking his head as he moved to the chair.

              “Did you at all see my father strolling the grounds?” I asked.

              “Yes, miss,” he said.

              “Was he with anyone?” I asked sternly.

              “Miss Monroe…” he hesitated. “I could get in a lot of trouble.”

              “I need you to tell me, Javier.”

              “He was with the other girl, Miss Darla. She was on horseback, and I saw them on their stroll again.”

              “How many times did they take this stroll?”

              “Nearly every night for the past two weeks.”

              “Is there footage of this?”

              “Yes,” Javier said as he scrolled to the previous night. I saw a clip of nothing, and then Darla on horseback in the dark. Suddenly, the screen cut out again.

              “Where is the rest?” I asked.

              “I don’t know,” Javier explained. “I saw this before and Mr. Monroe told me not to say anything about their lessons.”

              “Did my father ever come into this room?”

              “From time to time, yes,” Javier explained.

              “Listen, Javier,” I said. “You can never tell anyone about any of this. If the police ask, you need to say that you didn’t see anyone in the woods except for Darla, do you understand?”

              “I know this, Audrey,” Javier smiled with a deeper inflection in his tone. “Your father pays me quite well.”

              “What are you saying?” I asked trying to grab hold of the ever-spinning situation.

“Did you think that Mr. Monroe doesn’t know what goes on at his property?” Javier laughed. “That little bitch loved when your dad paid attention to her. She was pretty and innocently goody-good; exactly Mr. Monroe’s type of girl. For whatever reason though, she wouldn’t fuck him like the others.”

“What are you talking about? What others?”

“Girls, Audrey. Usually, they were from the college and not much older than you. They love rich men who pick them up at bars, and they love horses even more. This Darla girl was no exception. Though she did the wrong thing by saying that she would tell Mrs. Monroe about his advances. Sure, he went a little too far this time with slipping some extra pills into that asshole’s glass of water so he wouldn’t come looking for them that night. Then, of course, he got a little too mad and hit that girl pretty roughly on the head.”

“Oh my God,” I said in disbelief.

“He’s seen you and that smug stepbrother of yours, too,” Javier explained. “We nearly panicked until Mr. Monroe sent out that text saying that she had vanished on her own. Still, the entire situation is laughable to man like Robert Monroe. In fact, he said it was all right with him if I fucked you as well. Too bad we were interrupted today; I’d loved to have rammed my throbbing rod into your tight little slit.”

              “Fuck you!” I gasped as my arm retracted and my hand slapped Javier clean across the face. His head slowly turned back toward me as he grinned.

              “Better join the circus out there,” he said pointing to the cameras. “They’re waiting for you to look shocked and in despair.”

              Before I could hear another word from him, I unbuckled the door lock and pushed through to the outside. My legs sprinted as fast as they could down the dirt path until I reached the twisting red and blue lights from the police cars.

              “Audrey!” Michael called to me on the outside of caution tape. The police had sectioned off the area where Darla’s body had laid. “Darla’s dead.”

              We looked at each other, letting the other person know that this was all part of the show.

              “Where is she?” I asked.

              “They took the body away in a–“ Michael stopped speaking at the sight of our father walking slowly toward us. His face had the genuine appearing expression of ill fate.

              “This is just terrible,” our father said as he opened his arms. I shot a short, uneasy glance at Michael as we were enveloped into his hold. “She tried to steal the horse, and then she must have fallen off, hitting her head on a large branch they found broken nearby. They think the impact is what broke her neck.”

              “Terrible,” I muttered as I looked beyond the lights. The rouse of radios squawking and sirens wailing nearly made me feel deaf to the usual sounds. Sebastian was coddled in his mother’s arms. He appeared in slow motion to me while he sobbed as the ambulance pulled out of the dirt patch, and onto the road. I wanted to go to him, but my father’s hold kept me in place.

              “I don’t know what I would do,” sighed my father. “If anything terrible were ever to happen to either one of you.”

              His grip was so tight at that point that I knew it were a threat. He was the king in this game of chess, using the powerful player around him to inculcate a perfect checkmate.