My Step-Brother Boss Novel – The rest of the hall is filled with rows of chairs, with the aisle and altar decorated beautifully. I think the flower girl is Arthur’s niece’s daughter, and his best man is his son, with a few friends and relatives filling out the groomsmen lineup. I’m the maid of honor, even though I tried to convince my mom I’d be fine just being a bridesmaid. It’s her wedding; I shouldn’t be the center of attention just because I’m her daughter. Her bridesmaid is one of her close friends since she doesn’t have any siblings. I grab a cup of water and pull out my phone to text a friend. I’m walking down the aisle, eyes on my screen, when—”Oh!”—I bump straight into someone. “I’m so sor—” I start, but my words catch in my throat as I look up. “Mr. Rossi?” It’s Edward, looking as ridiculously fine as ever in a black suit.
His emerald tie, which perfectly matches his eyes, only makes them stand out more. Edward always keeps a clean shave, which highlights his high cheekbones and sharp jawline. Okay, enough of these thoughts. But seriously, what is Edward doing here? He wasn’t even invited, was he? “Hello, Madison. Please, just call me Edward when we’re not in the office,” he insists, and I reluctantly nod. “What are you doing here?” I ask, still in shock. “The same reason you’re here,” he replies, and I stare at him, confused. “It’s my mother’s weddin—” I begin, but Arthur steps in between us. “Oh, hey Madison, I see you’ve already met my son,” he says casually. I gasp, my eyes widening. “Wait,” I pause, trying to process this. Arthur Rossi.
Edward Rossi. How did I miss this? “He’s your son?” I ask, utterly bewildered. Arthur nods. “You didn’t tell me the company I applied to was your son’s…” I trail off, feeling a mix of embarrassment and frustration. “Oh? Did I not mention that? I must’ve forgotten,” he says, like it’s no big deal. What is wrong with everyone? “Well, it’s good you all know each other,” Arthur says, dismissing the whole thing as I nod, pushing all my thoughts to the back of my mind. You know what? I’m so done. I don’t even feel like questioning anything anymore. “Anyway, I’ll go stand at the altar now,” Arthur says, and Edward and I both nod. “Wait,” I call out, making Arthur turn back around, confused. Edward looks at me curiously too. “Your tie,” I clear my throat. “It’s upside down,” I point out, and Arthur’s eyes widen. “Right, thank you, dear,” he says, fixing it before walking to the altar. “Surprise,” Edward says with a smirk. “You knew?” I ask, still processing everything. He nods.
“How long have you known they were dating?” I ask, trying to keep my voice steady. “A year,” he shrugs. So even he knew, and I was the only one left in the dark. How’s that fair? “Why didn’t you tell me if you recognized me?” I ask, annoyed. “Why not?” He shrugs again, like it’s no big deal. “Mom’s ready; we should go stand near the altar,” I say, trying to move past this whole situation. He nods, and we both walk toward the altar, standing a few steps behind where the bride and groom will be. The guests have already settled into their chairs after the announcement. I signal the band to start playing as I see my mother walk down the aisle. Throughout the ceremony and reception, Edward and I keep exchanging glances. Our eyes lock for moments at a time, but I’m always the first to look away. Do you know what the worst part about all this is? I’m fantasizing about having intercourse with my step-brother, who also happens to be my boss.
After the cake is cut and dinner is served, I’m barely paying attention to anything other than the fact that Edward Rossi is now my step-brother. I need to shut down these thoughts, immediately. I’m not about to ruin Arthur and Mother’s relationship over this. As we say goodbye to the last guests, I collapse into a chair, exhausted. I’ve had to plaster on so many fake smiles today that it’s completely drained me. “Here,” Edward hands me a glass of water, and I manage a small smile before accepting it. “Thanks,” I mutter. “Madison, we’re going straight to Arthur’s house,” Mother says, “Fine,” I sigh, too tired to keep arguing. Mother smiles and nods. “Well—the car I bought for us is only a two-seater, so do you mind going home with Edward, dear?” Arthur chimes in. I sigh again. “She doesn’t mind at all,” Mother answers for me. What? “Let’s go, then,” Edward says, and I nod reluctantly. Mother and Arthur get into their car, and Edward walks to my side of his, opening the door for me like a gentleman. I give him a slight smile, thanking him as I slide in. He nods and walks around to the driver’s side.
I close my eyes, leaning back in the seat, but I suddenly feel him leaning close. I open my eyes to see Edward’s face just inches from mine. I thought he was going to smooch me. But instead, he grabs my seatbelt, helping me buckle it in as I give him a weird look. “You could’ve just told me to do that,” I say, and he shrugs. “You looked tired,” he replies as I shake my head and lean against the window. “You looked beautiful tonight,” he says, starting the car. I look at him, shocked. “T-thanks. You looked good too,” I stammer, blushing slightly. Did Edward Rossi just compliment me? Oh my god. We get home before Arthur and Mother. Edward offers to show me to my room, where all my luggage is already placed. I thank him, and he leaves, telling me to knock on his door if I need anything. His room is right next to mine—how convenient. — Later that night, after Edward has gone to his room, I decide to explore the mansion a bit more. I wander through the dimly lit halls until I come across a door I haven’t opened before. Curiosity gets the better of me, and I push it open to reveal a library.
Shelves upon shelves of books greet me, and I can’t help but smile. I’ve always loved books—getting lost in their pages is one of the few things that brings me peace. “What are you doing here?” a voice suddenly asks from behind me. I flinch hard, the book slipping from my hands and hitting the floor with a thud. My heart races as I turn around, only to find Edward standing there, a playful smirk on his face. “Edward, you scared out of me,” I say, placing a hand over my chest, trying to steady my breathing. “I was about to scream.” I let out a nervous chuckle, still shaken by the sudden scare. Edward’s eyes glint with mischief as he leans in a little closer. “I can make you scream anyway,” he teases, winking at me. I can’t help but giggle, rolling my eyes at his flirtatious remark. I try to put the book back on the shelf, but my short height works against me. Taking it down was easier than putting it back. I let out a frustrated sigh as Edward chuckles behind me.
Without warning, he steps closer and lifts me up by the waist, his hands firm but gentle. I gasp, my hands instinctively gripping his arms. “Go ahead, place it back,” he says softly, his voice reassuring. I hesitate for a moment, my mind racing. What if I fall? What if I’m too heavy? But his grip is steady, and I manage to slide the book back into its place. As soon as it’s secure, Edward sets me back on the ground, and I breathe a sigh of relief. I turn around, not realizing how close he still is. Edward has bent down to my level, his face inches from mine. Our lips are almost touching, the air between us charged with a tension I can’t ignore. All those sinful thoughts I’ve tried to bury come rushing back, crashing over me like a wave. I couldn’t help but glance at his veiny hands, thinking how good they’d look around my neck as he screws me. Hard. I gulp, feeling the tension between us grow thicker. Edward doesn’t budge, his eyes locked on mine, a mix of curiosity and something darker flickering in his gaze. He’s built, that much is clear—broad shoulders, strong arms.
I can’t help but wonder just how quickly he could have me pinned beneath him, with that body of his. He’s tall, towering over me, and I find myself wondering if ‘it’ matches his height. Butterflies flutter in my stomach at the thought of Edward taking me, making me moan and whimper beneath him, caught between pain and pleasure. It’s been a while since I’ve been with anyone, and the hunger is almost overwhelming. But I need to stop thinking about Edward like this—he’s my stepbrother. “I should go to sleep,” I blurt out, eager to escape the charged atmosphere. Without waiting for a response, I rush out of the room and head straight to mine, my body pulsing with unfulfilled desire. Once inside, I flick off the lights, plunging the room into darkness. The throbbing between my legs is insistent, demanding attention. I bite my lip as I open my closet, retrieving the dildo I’ve kept hidden away. My hands tremble with anticipation as I strip off my clothes, my skin prickling with need.
I climb onto the bed, undressed and aching for release. I thrust the dildo inside me in one go, moaning hard. I clutch the bedsheets under me as I continue to thrust the dildo into my butt. My room’s door creaks, probably just because of the wind. It felt as if someone was staring at me, but I was in too much pleasure to care. I thrust the dildo in me faster, whimpering as it touches all my sweet spots. “Oh” I moan, feeling my climax build in my stomach. I give myself a few last thrusts before cumming. I grab a few tissue papers from my nightstand, wiping myself and the dildo clean. I throw the tissues into the garbage next to my bed. I hear the door click shut behind me, making me flinch. The day had been calm, but now it seems the wind has picked up, rustling outside. I slip beneath the covers, still feeling the dildo inside me. Deciding I can’t bring myself to remove it, I let out a deep breath and try to settle in for the night, the mix of sensations making it difficult to relax.