Triple Sext: A Reverse Harem Bully Romance (Accidental Stepbrother Book 4) Page 20

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  Book 4 in the Single Brother series - Cowboy Daddy…

  I found out that I had to be two things that I never thought I’d be in life. One was a cowboy, and the other was a daddy!

  Arrogant.

  Greedy.

  Selfish.

  Those are the words that spit out of my family’s mouth whenever they say my name.

  My twin brother, Noah thinks that he knows it all, even when we were little.

  The idea of going back to this life was something that I didn’t want to do. Living and working in the city suited me just fine, that was until I had something to prove, not only to myself but Rachel. The girl that I left behind because I found out that I was a daddy. Two things that I never thought I would be in life. One was a cowboy, and the other was a daddy.

  Author's Note:

  Jason is Noah's best friend from the novella, Single Daddy. Book 1 doesn’t have to be read to enjoy Book 4. They are all standalone novellas. This novella is short and steamy with enough sexiness for you to enjoy.

  Chapter One

  Jason

  I got up early to go to work, just like every other day. I knew it was different, though. I just didn’t want to think about it. I didn’t have time for breakfast, so I stopped by a café on the way for a coffee that would tide me over until it was time for lunch. Just like always.

  Once I arrived at work, though, it was obvious I couldn’t hide or ignore what had happened. My business was thriving, and that was all I wanted to think about. But it was hard to when the people that worked for me kept staring at me like they expected me to fall over.

  I ignored them the best I could. Even when they stopped talking every time I passed by. Even when several people asked me how I was doing too many times before lunch. I pushed it all away.

  Then, the call came.

  What does he want now?

  That was the thought in my mind when my phone rang, and I saw my grandpa’s name on the screen. He was perhaps the last person I expected or wanted, to hear from. He barely paid much attention to me, so after the surprise, I was annoyed.

  I picked the call up anyway because I wasn’t that rude. He spoke first.

  “Jason, when are you coming home!”

  It wasn’t a question, but a demand. I thinned my lips and thought twice about tossing out the words I wanted to say. None of them would have been respectful. I took a couple of breaths to cool myself down before speaking.

  “Was there something you wanted, Grandpa Nathan?”

  He scoffed. “Don’t get cute with me, boy. Just answer the question.”

  I closed my eyes. “As far as I know, Grandpa, my home is here. I have a business to run, and I’m too busy at the moment to cut short for a visit.”

  “I expect you in two days, Jason.”

  I fisted my hand where it lay on the desk, again trying to control myself.

  He’d always been like that. Every time I talked, it was like I was air. He heard nothing, but expected to be heard. More than that, he expected to be obeyed. I’d lived for a while without listening to his orders once I left home, though. I was not ready to go back to just doing whatever he said.

  In front of my grandpa, of all people, I could not allow myself to show weakness. He wasn’t all I was thinking about at the time, of course, but when I started my business and built it up to the success it currently was, I’d imagined showing it to my grandpa to show him just what I could achieve even without him. He thought himself so great; I could become greater. Only then would I not have to take his orders.

  “I’m afraid two days is a little short notice for me,” I said firmly. “I’ll have to check out my schedule, maybe free up some time before I could come down for a visit. And even then it can't be for long. I’ve been out of the office for some time; I have to make up for it.”

  There was another scoff. “Can I ask you why you could take time away from your office when you can't even do it to come and see your grandpa?”

  I tightened my lips, but for another reason besides my grandpa’s tone.

  No, I didn’t want to tell him why. I didn’t know how he would react, but it wouldn’t be good for me.

  The reason why I’d been out of the office for any length of time, the reason why when I did come back, my employees and colleagues were acting weird. The one thing I’d been trying to put out of my mind for the last several days.

  My life was in danger. I wasn’t sure from what or who, and that was the worrying part. The part that I was trying very hard not to worry about.

  Any other time, I wouldn’t have cared if someone outright threatened me. It had happened plenty of times. But I was focused, and I wouldn’t let anyone stand in my way. I just didn’t care. It was kind of hard to, though, when it meant putting my life on the line. Someone made me realize just what I was putting on the line because I hadn't before.

  “I’m sorry, Grandpa,” I said on automatic, my voice flat. “I’m a little busy at the moment. I’ll come visit some other time.”

  “I would like to talk to you, Jason,” he said. “Just imagine it’s an important discussion and make time. Soon.”

  He cut off the call, and all I could do was sigh. Suddenly, I was too exhausted even to get angry. Because now that I’d thought of it, I couldn’t stop thinking about it.

  There was a knock on my door minutes later that woke me up from my revelry. I sat up straight and tried to fix my expression.

  “Come in,” I called, all the excess, unnecessary emotions pushed behind a wall.

  “Excuse me, sir.” It was one of my employees. “I have some documents for you to look over and sign, sir? They’re needed in an hour.”

  I waved her inside, and she came over. She handed me a folder, and I set it down in front of me. I picked up a pen and quickly skimmed over the documents, signing where needed. Ten minutes later, I was done, and I handed the folder back to her.

  “Thank you, sir,” she said with a smile, taking back the documents. She walked out of my office in a hurry.

  Once I was alone again, I sighed and slumped back into my seat. I hadn't signed my name that many times, but my hands were trembling. My heart was beating a little too fast, too.

  Maybe…it was a sign that I wasn’t as ready to come back to work as I’d thought. I had figured I could take a short break and come back fine. It hadn't even been that long, less than a week. I thought I was still the old me, always in control and on top of everything.

  It was just a lie that I told myself, one that crumpled quickly.

  “This won’t be easy just to ignore,” I muttered to myself, leaning my head back and sighing. I blinked up at the ceiling. “Maybe… I could just visit, for a couple of days. Work can wait a bit longer.”

  It might be what I needed, some time away instead of just hiding away at my home and thinking that would help anything. I tended to anger a lot of people in my line of work and with my tenacity to succeed, and clearly, this one time I’d pissed off one too many.

  Decided, I got up. I picked up my coat that I’d thrown over the back of my seat when I arrived, then took my untouched cup of coffee that would have cooled down already. I didn’t tell anyone where I was going. They could just think I’d gone for lunch or whatever; I didn’t even care. I was suddenly in a hurry, locking my office and walking out to my car.

  I might as well get back home, maybe catch some sleep. I could make the trip overnight and be there in the morning. I didn’t need to pack much because I wouldn’t be staying long.

  I was only doing it so I could get some time off from running my empire. Something that I enjoyed getting it off the ground and now that it practically runs itself. I struggle to find the same enjoyment. I just know that I'm not here, because Grandpa ordered me to come here.

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  The Accidenta
l Stepbrother Series:

  Book 1 - Forbidden Sext

  Book 2 - Sext Me

  Book 3 - Dirty Sext

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  Forbidden Sext

  About Forbidden Sext…

  Why is my perfect match the only guy I hate on campus?

  When I join the college dating app, I'm expecting to be matched with someone who's my type. Instead, I get the college prankster, Elijah.

  He might be good looking, he might even be chivalrous, but that doesn't mean I'm interested.

  I think it's a mistake, or maybe one of his pranks.

  I keep my distance for a while, but I'm only human.

  Mistake is my middle name, especially when it comes to relationships.

  And I find myself left with two dramas. Elijah is going to be my stepbrother and is now totally forbidden. Oh, and the other thing is I'm carrying his baby.

  This is a standalone novel with a HEA and NO cheating!

  Chapter One

  Elijah

  I left the library the moment I got a text from Logan. Technically, I was supposed to be studying for a test, not to mention all the assignments I still had to do, but I didn’t care. Logan, supposedly, had something important for me. While he wasn’t the most reliable guy out there because he liked to prank me a lot, he was still one of my best friends, and he knew when not to joke with me.

  Because of course, I returned every prank twice as hard. He’d come to learn not to mess with me.

  Fuck, I was invincible when it came to pranking!

  I made my way toward the dorms. Our college was pretty relaxed when it came to student housing, more than most colleges I’d heard of. At least, that was the consensus, since they allowed coed dorms, and plenty of people took advantage of this fact. My friend Logan was one of them, because he loved bunking with the ladies for a night of fun.

  So it wasn’t a surprise when he’d texted me to come to the dorm house a block away from the one we lived in. Usually, he just told me he’d be busy nights, so I was curious what he’d called me out for.

  Logan hooking me up was one of his worse pranks. He would set me up with the opposite of what I liked in women, and it had led to a few humiliating situations. So much so, that I hated myself for being the center of them all!

  I walked into the dorm and found a few people lounging around the common room on the first floor. Logan was nowhere to be found, and I wasn’t about to start knocking on doors to find him. I took my cell out and made a call.

  “Seriously Logan, where you at? I was studying, you know.”

  He laughed. “Dude, who you trying to kid? Studying. Please. You’re here, aren’t you? That means you’re interested! In fact, you should be thanking me.”

  I rolled my eyes, “Fine, whatever. But I swear if this is you trying to trick me again…”

  Logan laughed again, though there was an edge of nervousness in it. I hadn't forgotten the last prank, and I’d yet to get him back, so he’d been wary of me lately and trying to get back in my good graces. It was part of the reason I even showed up, knowing he could still try something stupid.

  “I’m up in Dana’s dorm, on the third floor.”

  Dana was a girl Logan fooled around with, at least one of the latest. Lately, she was all he’d been talking about, so I didn’t think he was seeing anyone else. For now, but knowing him it wouldn’t take long for him to get bored and start seeing another girl.

  Sometimes, I envied how carefree he could be. When it all backfired on him, though, I was the first person to point a finger and laugh my ass off.

  I headed up the stairs and started the jog up. I got to the room and held my hand up to knock because I didn’t want to walk into anything. When I remembered something that made me pause.

  Shit.

  I called Logan back. When he answered, I spoke before he had the chance to.

  “Is Sophia in there? I almost forgot that they’re roommates.”

  Sophia was studying the same major, and we’d even had a few classes together. There wasn’t anything wrong with Sophia. I could even admit that she was pretty, but we just didn’t get along, which was why I tended to avoid her like the plague.

  “Don’t worry,” he said dismissively.

  “Of course she’s not here. Why on earth would I call you if she was? Would you hurry and get in already? I left the door unlocked.”

  He hung up, and I glared at the cell, before sighing and putting it back in my pocket. I could curse him later for hanging up on me. I reached for the doorknob and opened. The room wasn’t so different from mine, fairly spacious with a couple of desks, dressers, and beds pushed to opposite sides of the room. Logan was on one of the beds, with Dana lying on her back and Logan propping himself up on his elbow above her as they kissed.

  “Dude,” I complained, closing the door behind me. “I didn’t come here to watch you get it on.”

  He gave me the finger, and I had to wait for them to pull out of the kiss. He’d talked to me a second before I walked in on the cell, so I was sure the show was for my benefit. I sighed and looked around the room. I could have gone over there to pull the two of them apart because it was just Logan being Logan and trying to piss me off. I didn’t have anything against Dana.

  Since they were on the other side of the room, I focused on the other. I glanced over at the desk, to the laptop. I frowned at it, then moved closer. I thought, at first, it was off because the screen was black. But then I noticed the words bouncing around, and realized the screen saver was on. Out of curiosity, I swiped my finger over the touchpad, and the screen came on.

  Just how careless was this chick, to leave her things lying around?

  Logan and Dana’s kiss ended with a moan and a smacking sound from behind me, and I turned around with a glare to find my so-called friend grinning up at me.

  “Finally done?” I asked, tone heavy with sarcasm.

  “Sure, sure,” he said, waving lazily at me. “But, I didn’t call you here to be a peeping Tom.”

  I glared. “Is it even peeping, if I’m in the room with the two of you and you invited me? Without locking the door?”

  Logan just chuckled. “Anyway, I called you over here for that.”

  He waved his hand, and I followed the gesture, my eyes returning to the computer behind me. My eyebrows shot up. I turned back to the two on the bed.

  “Isn’t that Sophia’s computer?”

  Dana hummed, shifting, so she was sitting up with her pillows behind her. Logan pouted then moved to sit up himself, raising one of his knees up and leaning back on his arms.

  “It’s hers,” Dana confirmed. “I told her I had someone coming over and she said she’d find somewhere else to be for the time being. She forgot to turn off her laptop.”

  Logan laughed. “She practically ran off when I walked into the room. Dude, you should have seen it, you would have gotten a kick out of it.”

  “Yeah, I doubt that,” I said dryly.

  Sophia, for some reason, hated my guts. She acted like a bitch to me every time our paths crossed. I’d had people openly hate me before, and I didn’t give a fuck about them. But some reason I hated it whenever Sophia cut her eyes at me. I hadn’t even done anything to her, that was the reason it bugged me the most.

  “So,” I said, and sighed. “You called me here…because Sophia left her computer on.” I shrugged. “So what?”

  Logan grinned. “Well, I was calling you here for a dare.”

  I arched an eyebrow. “Oh?”

  He nodded solemnly. “I know you haven’t forgotten the last time I pranked you?”

  I scowled. “Of course I haven’t forgotten,” I growled.

  Logan gave me a piece of paper at the end of class, telling me it was the class assignment, and he’d forgotten to hand it in. Being the nice guy I was, I took the paper without even glancing at it. The professor was female, in her thirties, and hot for someone her age. If I went for older women,
she would definitely be my type.

  I should have figured it out, but I was distracted at the time. Because it was Logan, and he always had others that did that type of shit for him. Women were always running around him. Never could figure out why? Sure, he was charming, but man did he love to cheat!

  “Do you know how much trouble I got into? The whole assignment was about behavioral research in dating and sexual activity among teens and youths!”

  I narrowed my eyes, “And then to include information about lusting after older figures of authority like, say, teachers and professors. And all the fucking details about seduction and all that bullshit. Can you even call that a fucking assignment?”

  Logan broke out laughing, feeling no shame or guilt. He didn’t understand how humiliating it was at the time. The professor had glanced through the paper, and I thought it was my cue to walk away. Only, she’d stopped me, and I saw her frowning as she read the paper in more detail. When she blushed, I knew that was something wrong.

  She’d proceeded to ask me to follow her to her office, and explained that while it was a good paper, very well researched, a lot of the details were unnecessary. She couldn’t look me in the eye, and I was sure that she’d been keeping her eye on me ever since and avoided me like crazy, because he wrote my name and not his own as being the writer of the paper. He did set me up for the fall, but I still hated him for it. Crap! Who was I kidding, Logan was like the brother I never had, he was crazy and kept me on my toes.

  “Don’t sweat it,” Logan was saying through his chuckles. “You should see her. I swear she has a thing for you, with how much she keeps eyeing you.”