ENTANGLED WITH HER ALPHA STEPBROTHERS

“You look so hot with my brother’s cock down your throat,” Alex whispered darkly before pushing himself into my throbbing core. I moaned around Logan’s dick with his hand wrapped around my hair as my head bobbled up and down, taking all of him into my mouth.

Across the room, Blake was watching us with a dark and heated expression, the evidence of his desire in the huge tent in his trousers.

*******

Scarlett’s life took a drastic turn when she had to move in with her mother’s new family. She never expects to be caught up with her new step-brothers, especially when they're cold and callous to her and treat her like filth until in a twist of events, they realize that they’re all mated to her and would do anything to claim her, including becoming sworn enemies.

*****

This is a reverse harem werewolf story and that means the Female lead will end up with more than one partner. This is also a dark-themed romance story where the leads pursue the FL in dark and unconventional ways.

One: Mom is getting married again!

SCARLETT

Mom was introducing me to the 100th man in her life today and I wasn't even joking. If my memories were correct, then during the time I lived with Mom, she had changed men more than she had changed her hairstyle.

It was something I had grown used to. It was shameful and painful to watch my mom go around from one wealthy and powerful male to another. She didn't care and there was no on or off switch about who she seduced, as long as their pockets were loaded.

My cheeks stung as I remembered the slap and public embarrassment I'd suffered on high school prom day. It was from a friend because apparently, the man mom had gone on a month-long vacation with was her dad. And this was a friend who had confided in me that her happy family was falling apart because her dad cheating.

It was the end of one of the most genuine friendships I've ever had.

That night was also the last night I saw Mom. I couldn't handle her behavior anymore and I did that one thing I've always wanted to do. Our relationship has never been the ideal one, she has neglected me to go around frolicking with men for as long as I could remember but because I was young and she was my only family and I needed her, I couldn't walk away.

But that was the straw that broke the camel's back. We had an argument and she wasn't even ashamed, she told me blatantly that he was the one who moved to her first. And that was it. I was done. I packed my belongings and left.

I didn't have a plan when I moved out but from Mom's scarce pleas over the next couple of weeks, I knew I was never going to move back home, that I'd rather work multiple jobs and take out student loans to see myself through school and that was what I did.

It wasn't easy but I did it and over time, Mom seemed to realize that I was never going to move in with her again and she settled for the bits and pieces she could get; a curt thank you to her wishes during my birthdays and any festival and a once in a month video call. She still deposited money into my old bank account but I never used it.

That was our lives until two mornings ago when she broke the rules and called me. I wasn't even sure what propelled me to pick up but I did and nothing prepared me for the glee and absolute happiness in her voice.

I've known her for 25 years but she had never sounded that genuinely happy.

She told me she was now engaged to someone, that they were getting married soon, and because her new man was so invested in the relationship, he wanted to meet me.

She was even in my city when we've not been in the same city since I moved away 7 years ago.

She wanted me to come over for a family dinner to meet her man's family but I turned her down immediately. I had no interest in getting involved in Mom's messy relationships. She insisted and pleaded but my mind was already made up.

I will not be attending the dinner.

Yet here, I was, drenched to the bones and dripping ocean as I rang the bell to the address mom sent.

Eventually, her pleas and insistence won and after my evening shift, I changed into a dress worthy of a dinner and entered the same bus to the address that I was given. I knew it was a high-class area from the name but nothing prepared me for the glamor and wealth that the residential area screamed and I needed no one to tell me the type of wealthy people that lived there.

Just like nothing prepared me for the heavy downpour that suddenly started. There was no place to hide, no shed to take cover so I arrived at the mansion, drenched to my core.

The maids were weary of who I could be but soon enough, Mom was alerted of my presence and when she finally arrived at the patio, dressed in a black gown that screamed expensively, I realized that I was seeing her for the first time in seven years.

And I also realized that despite everything, I had missed her terribly.

"Oh my, Scarlett, how did you manage to get this drenched?"

First time I saw my mom in seven years and of course, this is what I got.

"It's raining," I managed tightly as if that wasn't obvious enough.

"Ohh," her eyes briefly swept over my entire frame and I saw the disapproval flash in them. I was used to that so I wasn't really surprised but it did make me feel like a failure. I had no tangible life since I left home seven years ago.

I'd barely managed to pay off my student loans and the store I took out a huge loan to start was torn down because a wealthy businessman wanted to erect a building where my store was located. My life was upended overnight and I was thrown into a life of debts with no means of paying them.

"Follow me," Mom said after giving me a huge duvet and I wrapped it around my body, "let's get you changed before it's time for dinner."

And with that, she led me into the most beautiful and extravagant house I've ever seen. Despite myself, I couldn't help but notice the sheer beauty that was in the house. I tried not to stare but that was impossible with the impeccable white walls, the sitting room that was almost a family house, the huge chandeliers, the chairs, the artwork, the decors, the... down to the air, everything felt wealthy.

And it made me wonder what kind of man mom was getting married to again.

"Come in," she beckoned to me as she pushed open a door and she stepped inside. I followed her.

"This is my room," she told me casually even though there was nothing casual about the room. It was almost times three of my entire apartment.

"Here," she pushed me towards a door, "that's the bathroom, have a hot bath while I bring our clothes for you."

Minutes later, I was looking at my reflection in the mirror and dressed in one of the most scandalous gowns ever.

Okay, maybe I was exaggerating because of my conservative self but this wasn't a gown I could wear, not with how it left my cleavage wide open and the slit was high enough to expose my thighs.

"I can't wear this, Mom," I told her as a matter of fact and I wasn't going to wear it.

She rolled her eyes so dramatically that I saw them roll to the back of her skull.

"Of course, you're going to wear it. You're not 18 anymore, Scarlett, it's time you find your style and allow your appeal to show. You're a lady for goodness sake, you should act like one."

I bite down on my lower lip, anger coursing through my veins. I wasn't 18 anymore so I shouldn't be having this reaction to Mom's words. I hadn't even seen her in years so I should have outgrown her by now but her words were like a sharp knife, reopening old wounds.

"If that's it, I should just take my leave," I started to pick up my bag, "I don't even know why I'm here. It's not like you need my permission to marry this man and we've survived the past 7 years without each other."

"Oh no," she jumped to her feet from the luxurious bed she had been sitting on, "I'm sorry Scarlett, you know I mean no harm, I'm just... I just want the best for you. Just sit through this dinner and we'd catch up on a lot of things," she squeezed my bare arms reassuring, "I know I've not been the best mom but allow me to make this right, hmm, just sit through the dinner."

Mom won eventually. Maybe because I was too tired to drag the argument out and I just wanted the night to be over so I agreed. I was just going to sit through the dinner and walk away without ever looking back.

"You look just like your mom," Mom's fiance, an old man with the aura of an Alpha and the sharp agility of a powerful male pulled me into a brief hug that felt like home, "I'm so happy to finally meet you, Anna has told me quite a lot about you."

I smiled wildly, not knowing what exactly to say. Mom hadn't told me anything about him but his face looked oddly familiar, as if I'd seen him before.

"Scarlett, meet my husband-to-be, Alpha Vaughn of the Night Shadow Pack, and..."

The words blurred out as the "Alpha Vaughn of the Night Shadow Pack" kept ringing in my head repeatedly. He was no mere Alpha, he was one of the most powerful Alphas in the city and his pack, the strongest and most formidable.

I know we were now living in a modern world and the pack structure was now archaic but still...

My thoughts took a sudden turn as my mind reminded me of what it should have immediately when I heard Vaughn. His sons... One of them was the reason why I was in this hellhole.

Was the reason why my store was dismantled because he wanted to build a shopping mall in the space my store used to be.

Was the reason why my dreams were shattered and my life was now shrouded in debts that I'd take forever to repay.

I suddenly started to hyperventilate as I heard and felt a strong male presence walking towards the dining room and without turning, I knew the man that had doomed me to hell was among the newcomers.

Two: Her New Stepbrothers

SCARLETT

Alpha Vaughn did the introductions.

"This is Logan Vaughn, my first son, Alexander Vaughn, my second, and Blake Vaughn, my last son for now," then he threw a suggestive wink at my mom.

But that was even the least of my concerns. I was too focused on Logan Vaughn, the man who ruined my life and turned everything upside down but he wasn't even looking at me. His eyes had met mine briefly when his father did the introductions but that was it, no flicker of recognition flashed in his cold eyes.

It looked like he didn't recognize me. For the past two years, I've had to live in absolute misery because of what he did to me but it seemed like he didn't even recognize me. Of course, I wasn't the only one whose life he had ruined, I was just a number and nothing important.

My anger multiplied but there was nothing I could do, I couldn't cause a scene, at least not now.

The second son, Alexander, who looked like a carefully crafted perfect image and looked like something that belonged in the museum didn't even look at me at all. He had looked past me as if I was irrelevant.

It was only the last brother, one that looked like a cinnamon row with his charming and boyish smiles and eyes twinkling with awe and wonder that made me feel welcome.

He held my hands, pressed a kiss that made my stupid heart skip to the back of my palm, and complimented how I looked like the exact carbon copy of my mom.

I didn't know it was going to help but his warmth really got me to relax a little and it made the rest of the dinner seem less of the herculean task that it was even though it was too suffocating to sit across the man that ruined my life and be able to do nothing about it.

And the second brother was having a good time pretending he was the only one at the dining table.

Seconds bled into minutes and soon enough, we were nipping on the dessert even though the only thing I wanted to do was to stand up, leave this house, and never return.

"So tell me," Alpha Vaughn started, "your mom told me you started a little beauty business a couple of years ago, how's that going?"

I didn't tell Mom how my business had ended because I didn't want her pity so she was still of the opinion that I was still running my beauty store.

"It closed down," I answered quietly and I heard Mom's not too subtle gasp beside me.

"But you didn't tell me," she chastised.

"How?" Alpha Vaughn probed, "lack of funds? poor management? Poor planning?"

Maybe because he was a businessman, he didn't sound the least bit awkward, and frankly, I wasn't bothered by his questions, I just wanted to let it all out.

"No, a big construction bought the building I opened my store in and without warning, demolished the building. I lost my business that way."

Logan's demonear gave nothing away. He didn't even blink in my way at the familiarity of my words.

"You should have told me, Scarlett," Mom continued, "you know I'd have helped you."

I didn't know that and I most definitely didn't want the help.

"That's unfair but not uncommon," Alpha Vaughn said, "you'll be my stepdaughter once our wedding is officiated so you won't be without powers anymore. What's the name of the company? I should get my secretary to get them to pay you some settlement f*e."

"Apex Construction," I answered immediately and it wasn't because I wanted his help but because I wanted to see if Logan would react now.

He did. He turned to me ever so slowly and assessed me with those dark and unreadable eyes of his before he spoke up.

"If you're expecting an apology or settlement from me, then you have none coming. In the business world, you either eat smaller businesses or you get eaten by bigger ones," he pushed his chair back and stood to his feet, "I'm done here."

And he was gone.

I think everybody came back to after he left the dining area.

"I apologize for my son's unruly behavior. Logan is a cranky businessman but you can rest assured that you'll get your compensation, you're family now and you should be treated as such."

I smiled tightly, "I don't think you should be apologizing for a grown man's behavior and I would be turning down the offer of compensation if it won't go to all the businesses affected by the demolition."

Someone snickered. It was low and barely audible but I knew what I heard and I knew that the man sitting across me, Alexander Vaughn who had acted as if he was the only one in the dining room since he stepped in just snickered at my words.

Dinner was done, and Mom wanted me to sleep over because she felt we had a lot of catching up to do but I was done being in that suffocating house and even though Mom had no idea when we said our goodbyes, I had no intention of coming back to that house ever again.

"Uffff, sorry," I apologized instinctively as I took a step back from the wall, no body I just ran into.

Alexander Vaughn was staring down at me, his eyes unreadable and the corners of his lips twitched into something I couldn't decipher.

The air in the bathroom dimmed and everywhere suddenly became hot and I was overly aware of everything, each breath I was taking, each thump of my heart, and alpha aura oozing from the fine specimen of a man standing across me.

And he was too fine. He didn't look like he was made for walking, he looked like he was made for a museum, to be seen and admired.

And worshipped.

I swallowed, everything suddenly overbearingly suffocating when he wouldn't stop looking at me and he didn't say anything and I felt my legs turn into jelly as I sidestepped him to walk away.

"Your plan is so small-minded, I'm going to advise you to just stop before you make a fool of yourself any longer."

"What?" I whirled back to look at him. He was by the sink now, casually washing his hands and avoiding looking at me as if he had not just insulted me like that.

"What are you talking about?"

"You know," he looked up at me through the mirror, "it's a first family dinner and you had to bring up what my brother did to your poor excuse of a business. Made me wonder if all this is an elaborate plan by you and your mom to get back at Logan."

What? No longer he had his mouth shut because once he opened it, he was spitting out utter garbage. And the business that I put everything into seeing come to fruition was the poor excuse of a business?

I smiled tightly, swallowed the anger and bitterness his words made me feel afterall, I wouldn't see him again and I wouldn't have to deal with any of them again.

"You don't know what you're talking about."

"Ohh but I do," he whirled around and started walking towards me in slow strides, "you came to a dinner full of males that aren't your family dressed like a slut," his eyes scanned my body from head to toe, stopping briefly on my exposed cleavage, his eyes lingering on my exposed legs and lower thighs and I found myself swallowing, found a lump forming in my throat with the way he just appraised me.

As if I was a slab of meat.

The heat of his gaze was still stamped on the exposed parts of my body as he dragged his eyes back to my face.

"You shouldn't bother yourself too much. Dressing up like a whore won't get a raise out of any of the three of us and the only male you'd probably get his attention is our dad, not like that'd be too bad of an option for you."

My anger intensified.

"Do you always judge ladies on your first meetings?"

"Suspicious ones that are dressed like they're begging to get fucked and trying to dig their fangs into wealthy homes."

I opened my mouth to talk but he was suddenly out and I was alone.

I felt tears sting my eyes, the event of the day catching up on me. I just wanted to survive and thrive but the only thing I got was to get labelled a whore by the brother of the same man that destroyed my business.

"Do you need a ride?"

I didn't even notice that a car had stopped in front of me. I was at the bus stop, waiting for the bus to arrive after I turned down Alpha Vaughn's request to have one of his drivers drive me home.

It was Blake Vaughn, the last brother. He had the glasses of his sports car rolled down and stared at me with a smile on his face.

"No, I'm okay, the bus will be here very soon."

"Ohhh, I insist," he was suddenly out of the car, "you're about to be my sister and I think Dad would have my head if he knew I left you when I could have given you a ride."

"I'm serious, I'm okay, the bus should be here in less than 5 minutes."

"And it might start raining heavily before that 5 minutes," as if on cue, a huge thunderstorm punctuates his sentence. I shivered slightly.

"See that, let me just give you a ride, we're about to be siblings, we could use the time to do some catching up."

He won, especially when the rain started drizzling. He held the car door for me, put his hand at the top of the door in case I hit my head on it and all this while, he had a charming smile that put me at ease on his face.

I told him my address, one that I was partly embarrassed of and he entered it into the map.

"So I'm just going to apologize for Logan's behavior. I hardly know you but I'm sure losing your business to him must have hurt. I'm sorry for that."

"It's alright," it wasn't. I have lots of loans to pay off because I lost my business.

The sound of Rema's calm down filled the car and it took me a while to realize that it was his ringtone. He picked up the call, and told the person he was going to call him back.

"You love Rema?" I couldn't keep awe and glee out of my voice.

"Of course," his voice was equally as gleeful as mine, "I love everything Afropop."

"Same here, Afropop is my favorite thing these days. I listen to anything Rema, Wizkid, Davido, Tems, Ayra Star."

"Wow, you're my favorite person already. It's amazing to see someone love Afropop like this."

We settled into a conversation about Nigerian music and at some point, he even turned on Rema's Calm Down.

Before I knew it, I had settled down and was enjoying myself. Blake's warmth and energy were that contagious and it made me wonder how he could be brothers to two devils.

Three: Did you enjoy watching?

SCARLETT

I woke up to the best news the next morning.

I couldn't believe it, couldn't believe that my biggest dream had been handed over to me on a platter of gold like this.

After I lost my business to Logan Vaughn, I had to do anything I could lay my hands on which included working part-time at a convenience store and a cafe and that meant that I had to give up on my dream of running a beauty business.

At least for now. I just wanted to do anything that'd fetch me money to pay back my loans that wouldn't stop mounting. But that didn't stop me from searching for jobs that'd make me live out my dreams and I had almost given up because I couldn't get one.

And now, a job offer as an assistant makeup artist at one of the biggest talent agencies was sitting right in my mail.

I couldn't believe it.

“For the love of God, Scarlett, why are you screaming?” Emma, my best friend and roommate screamed back at me.

“Emma, you won't believe this, I... I...” I couldn't even get the words out so I settled for handing my phone over to her.

It took her less than two seconds to read the content and in no time, we were both screaming and hugging and dancing around our one-room apartment.

“My God! I can't believe this,” Emma told me when we were collapsed on the bed, exhausted, “but you deserve this, especially after what the bastard did to you,” she huffed, “I still can't believe he's going to be your step brother and that he wasn't even apologetic about it when he realized what he did.”

My mood dampened a little at the reminder but I didn't allow myself to feel bad for long because I was sure I would never be seeing him again, him and his brothers, even though the last one, Blake had managed to make me feel good, something that no one has been able to do in a long while.

“It doesn't matter, I'm not going to see him again.”

“Yeah, right? I'm just so happy for you, now get up and go kick some asses.”

A couple of hours later, I was in front of Creative Talent Agency, the number one leading agency in the country. I tipped my head backwards to take it to the building but I couldn't see it in its entirety because it was a fucking skyscraper and I was going to be working here from now on.

I wasn't resuming officially today, I was just asked to meet up with the professional makeup artist that I'd be assisting so I could get acquainted with my job and what is expected of me.

“6th floor, room 89, she's waiting for you,” the receptionist directed me after I told her what I was there for and I made my way to the elevator while trying not to stare so unabashedly at the beauty of the building.

But it was too beautiful, it looked like a palace, like a masterpiece that was unreal. It was rose gold and black themed and just like that, rose gold became my favorite color.

The elevator door dinged open on the 6th floor and I came face to face with the huge portrait of Maeve Taylor, the top model in the country and she was represented by CTA. She was a beauty to behold, a symbol of sex appeal and perfection and I knew most she-wolves would kill to be in her body.

I tore my eyes away from her body and started to make my way down to room 89.

82. 83. 84. 85.

Something stopped me in my tracks but there was nothing and I was about to continue walking when the sounds picked up again.

Gagging sounds.

It sounded like someone was gagging and choking on something. Guttural groans and low moans indicated that someone was getting pleasured or something.

The sounds were now so loud and so unhinged that I couldn't help it, my legs developed a mind of their own and they took me to the door where the sounds were coming out from.

The door was slightly opened and I found myself peeping in to see what was going on. What I saw made me gasp.

A lady was on her knees, hands tied behind her back, a male hand wrapped tightly around her blonde hair and when my eyes trailed upwards, I knew what she was gagging on.

A dick.

The hand holding her hand tightly was using that as a guide to fuck her mouth in the most ruthless and obscene way ever.

He didn't pause, didn't even give her time to get used to his relentless and savage thrusts.

I should move away, I should leave... This was a private moment and I shouldn't be watching them but my feet remained rooted to where I stood, I couldn't move away, couldn't tear my eyes off the erotic scene in front of me.

Each thrust, each gag, each groan, each moan... They made my pulse spike, made my heart beat faster, made my core throb, and made my panties stick to my core.

And because I couldn't help it, I trailed my eyes upwards to see the man that was delivering that kind of savage thrusts, to see the man that was that dark, yet sinfully hot.

I choked on a gasp when I saw who it was.

Alexander Vaughn. The second asshole that I met yesterday, the one that had acted so oblivious of my existence last night, the one that ended up calling me a gold digger and a slut.

The one that was going to become my stepbrother.

This was the more reason why I should walk away or even run away but my feet refused to move, my mouth was suddenly dry, the throbbing in my core had increased tenfold and I couldn't tear my eyes off his face.

He looked so regal, like a god, with his face contorting and twisting from pleasure as he made use of her mouth.

I couldn't look away.

Even when his legs started shaking and he let out the deepest guttural groan before pulling out of her mouth and cumming all over her face and bare chest.

“Clean that up,” he pointed his dick at her and I got a glimpse of it, a glimpse that made my mouth water shamelessly and my core to throb painfully.

The girl, whose face I couldn't see because her back was to me, quickly got into action. She practically gobbled his dick up, nearly swallowed it whole in the quest to lick his cum off.

It was the hottest shit I've ever witnessed.

All of a sudden, Alex started to look up and I quickly jumped back, with my heart beating wildly in my chest. I didn't wait at all and I practically sprinted to the nearest toilet to calm myself down.

I still couldn't believe that I just witnessed that, that Alex was...

I shook my head to rid myself of the thoughts plaguing my mind. That didn't happen. I didn't witness it and thankfully, he didn't see me.

I don't know what would have happened if he saw me.

*****

An hour or so later, I was done with the meeting with Anna Chen, my head makeup artist and I was to resume work the next week. The pay was a dream come true and the work hours were so flexible that I could still retain one of my part-time jobs and I've made a mental note to retain my job at the cafe.

All was going nice and well until the door of the elevator I was waiting for opened and I smelt him before I saw him.

Alexander Vaughn.

He was standing alone in the elevator, his two hands shoved in his pockets, a dark and unreadable look in his eyes. He didn't look in my direction at all, didn't even look like the elevator door had opened and someone was about to enter.

That someone being his step-sister to be.

My mouth suddenly dried up because I couldn't see him like this and not see him brutally fucking that blonde’s mouth.

And for a minute, I contemplated not taking the lift but why should I? It wasn't like I had done anything wrong.

I stepped in.

The doors closed and the temperature dimmed with it. The air suddenly felt static and the space seemed to be closing in on us. The elevator was suddenly too small and I was acutely aware of everything, each thump of my heart, each swallow, each blink, each... Just everything.

His Alpha aura was too large and too intimidating that I felt small and insignificant in his presence.

And the fact that he wasn't even saying anything! God! He was so unbearable.

I mentally started counting down to when the elevator would get to the ground floor but even that seemed to take forever. My palms were growing clammy, I could feel sweat pooling on my forehead and...

“Did you have a nice time watching?” his gruff voice shattered the silence and I swallowed harshly, a lump the size of a mountain growing in my throat.

What?

FOUR: Touched by her stepbrother

SCARLETT

“What?” My voice sounded hollow even to my own eyes and I found myself turning slightly to look at him.

He was still looking straight ahead, hands jammed into the pockets of his trousers and an unreadable expression on his face before he turned to look at me and the lump in my throat grew in size.

He did not even make any move to move closer to me, yet I found myself staggering back a little.

“I asked if you enjoy watching.”

“What? I don’t… what are… I don’t understand what you’re talking about.”

“You don’t,” his voice sounded like mockery and the corners of his lips lifted in a sardonic smirk, one that made my heart thump faster and made it almost impossible to breathe.

“No, I don’t,” I said in a brave voice even though bravery was the last thing I was feeling right now, “and if you’ll excuse me,” I started for the elevator’s door, grateful that it had reached the ground floor and the door would slide open anytime soon.

It was supposed to stop anytime soon but right before my eyes, the indicator stopped working and the numbers seemed to have frozen in place. My mouth hung open and I turned to look at the man I was stuck in the elevator with but from the look on his face, I knew this wasn’t beyond him.

He had stopped the elevator? But how?

Suddenly realizing that we were both stuck in this enclosed place, my heart started pounding, just like he started moving towards me in slow, unhurried, and predatory steps.

I instinctively started to move backward too.

“You don’t know what I’m talking about but still, you spent 10 minutes watching me fuck a girl’s mouth. You don’t know what I’m talking about but the smell of your arousal was the strongest up there…”

My arousal! God! How could I have forgotten that he was an Alpha, an incredibly powerful one at that, and watching them earlier has turned me on in ways nothing ever has. Surely, he would have smelt it! And surely, he’d have known who it belonged to. But that doesn’t mean I wasn’t going to lie through my teeth and get myself out of this mess.

“Listen, I don’t know what you’re talking about, I only came here because…” my words trailed off into a yelp when my back hit the wall of the elevator and he casually placed a palm over my head, trapping me and suddenly, thinking and talking became impossible.

“You don’t know what I’m talking about but just two days after the lousy dinner with you and your mother, you’re already parading yourself in my company…”

His company? His company! He was the owner of CTA?

“It seems to me that you do know what I’m talking about and if you don’t, then let me explain it to you, you’re nothing but a whore trying to whore her way to the bottom of the ladder. Dressing like a slut to a dinner with your family-to-be is enough proof and getting turned on from watching your supposed future brother-in-law fuck a girl’s mouth is just the perfect evidence.”

“I told you I wasn’t turned on!” I snapped, my anger evaporating. I was suddenly done with all these, with him treating me like this after his brother practically ruined my life.

“I’m not attracted to you,” I went on, “I’d never be so get off your high horse and lose that idea that I was turned on because you were doing some nonsense to a girl, and for the records, my mom is the one getting married into your family so be rest assured that we’d never see each other again.”

I know he was the owner of CTA and I just got my dream job here but I’d rather lose that job than work under this arrogant prick.

“Should we put that to test?” He sounded unbothered by my mini rant and his eyes seemed to have darkened to a darker shade, “you just gave a speech about not feeling any attraction to me but except I’ve lost my power in the last minute, then where’s that faint smell of arousal coming from?”

I followed his eyes to the elm of my skirts and I sensed his intention before he actually made any movement. I panicked and tried to scurry away but his hand held me in place while his other hand moved dangerously to my thigh.

My upper thigh.

“What… what…” My brain was suddenly hazy, and I couldn’t think straight with the low hum of pleasure I could feel from his fingers brushing over my most innermost thigh and hovering so dangerous to my most sensitive parts.

“What do you think you’re doing?” I asked in a breathless tone.

“What do you think I’m doing?” He replied me, his fingers now brushing up and down on my panties, my soaked panties and it was taking all my self-restraint not to let out that dangerous sound that was bubbling up my throat.

“This is… it’s an… this is an assault. You could…oooh,” my words morphed into a moan, a shamelessly loud moan when he, without warning, shoved my panties aside and his fingers brushed over my folds, feeling the wetness there.

“For someone who claimed not to be aroused, you’re awfully drenched,” his voice was like a ghost of a whisper as he breathed those words, his mouth hovering around mine and a glint of sadistic satisfaction in his eyes.

His fingers didn’t stop moving up and down and over my folds and I didn’t need to look, didn’t need to see before feeling just how wet I was, and even though my mind was clouded with pleasure and an intense need, there was still a part of my mind that was wondering how this was happening.

How my stepbrother-to-be was fingering me in the elevator of his company.

He removed his hand all of a sudden and I mourned the abrupt loss just before he raised his hand and practically shoved it into my face so I could see my wetness dripping down his palm.

I averted my eyes instantly, shame and need mixing into a dangerous combo within me.

“Have I just proved what you are to you?” He asked as he fished out a handkerchief from his pockets and he casually wiped his fingers on it, “you’re nothing but a slut and I implore you not to show your face near me again.”

And with that, he walked out of the elevator while I collapsed against the wall, wondering what the hell just happened.

Five: The Nice Brother

SCARLETT

Five days later and I still couldn’t get the mental image of his long fingers casually brushing over my wet folds out of my mind.

I know it was crazy and obscene to even think of him that way, to relive those tortuous 50 seconds where my stepbrother-to-be had caressed my wet folds and shoved his hand into my face to show me how wet and aroused watching him fuck another girl’s mouth had made me.

Heck, he had derided me while at it and made me feel like a dirty slut but still, his words aside, his fingers had been the best thing to ever touch me.

And it had been just for a couple of seconds!

I hated myself for reacting to him, hated myself for not being able to put him out of my mind. I’d have said I was never going to see him again but I wasn’t going to let go of a dream job just because of an asshole.

A dream job that I got fair and square.

But at least, I could say I wasn’t going to see him and his brothers again outside of a formal setting. That was until Mom forced me to attend this dress fitting for her wedding that they already fixed for the next week.

Her dress was done and now, she was forcing me to check out some dresses too.

“This looks good on you, Scarlett, it’s perfect and the color blends perfectly with your skin and hair color.”

She was right about the pink dress blending perfectly with my auburn hair and golden skin but the dress was another definition of showing skin. It was sleeveless and exposed an ample part of my cleavage and it stopped on my thighs.

I wasn’t comfortable with it but since I had no intention of attending her wedding or wearing it, I nodded eagerly, desperate to put an end to trying on new gowns because the pink one she agreed was fine was like the 30th one.

“It’s just a very small wedding with less than 30 guests and it’s going to take place in the house’s garden,” Mom told me when we were back in the waiting room and sipping teas while we waited for our orders to be packed.

“Mom, I’m not sure I’m going to…”

“You’re going to be my maid of honor, Scarlett,” she interrupted me before I could complete my sentence, “you know I’ve always dreamt of this for so long, a dream wedding with my daughter and…”

“I won’t be attending your wedding, Mom,” I interrupted with a note of finality and her eyes widened slightly, “attending the dinner and coming here were the last duties of a daughter that I’d ever perform for you. Our relationship really ended when I left home that day. It can’t be salvaged.”

I grabbed my bag and stood to my feet, “you should tell them not to pack the gown, I have no use for it.”

I started to walk away but she grabbed my hand tightly, putting an end to my movement.

“I’m sorry, Scarlett. I know I messed up but everything I ever did was for you. I wanted… I needed to make more money so I’d be able to take care of you and…”

“So you slept with my friend’s dad!” I screamed, not caring who could hear us, “She was my best friend, Mom! My best friend! She cried on my shoulders that her parents were getting a divorce because her dad was cheating and the person he was sleeping with turned out to be you!-

Do you even realize how terrible you make me feel? You made me lose my best friend and years later, you want me to attend the wedding to a man I’m sure you’re only marrying because of money? Come on, Mom.” I peeled her hands off my body and refused to have my resolve weakened because of the tears pooling in her eyes.

“I was foolish to honor your request but then, I was just thinking… I just felt… you know what? I hope this is the last time I see you.”

And without waiting for her reply or anything, I made my way out of the store.

I was going to walk to the bus stop to enter a bus and go back to the comfort of my house but my vision was too blurry from tears and my legs felt too weak and I didn’t know when I collapsed into the nearest bench, the event of the past years catching up on me.

How I saved up to open my store only to lose it in a night, how nothing has been working out for me since I left home. It was just too draining and I didn’t know when I started bawling my eyes out, without caring whether I was in public or not.

I was still sobbing when I felt fingers gently brush my ears and loud music filled my ears.

An Afropop song, a calming song by Chike, and I felt an instant calm, one that made my tears trail off almost immediately.

I turned around to see who it was and it was Blake Vaughn, my third stepbrother and he was looking at me with a polite and almost hesitant smile on his face.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to but I just… I overheard you arguing with your mom and I saw you run here and I couldn’t just leave you alone. I’m sorry if that was…”

“No, it’s okay, it’s alright. Thank you.”

“Ohh, I’m glad,” he reached into his pocket and stretched out a white handkerchief to me, “here,” he nodded at my face and I collected it to wipe my face with it.

“Thank you so much,” I told him as I removed the headset and stretched it towards him, “it’s just a little argument with my mom.”

“And I know just the perfect way to cheer you up,” he sounded suddenly excited and before I could even reply, he had reached out to grab my hand to pull me up and I felt tingles erupt on the skin where he touched me.

“I… I really have to go now. It’s already running late and the bus…”

“Come on, Scarlett, do you really think I’d allow you to get on the bus this late, and trust me, you’re going to enjoy where I’m taking you.”

He really started to drag me towards the car park and all my whines and refusals were promptly ignored.

And I couldn’t help but wonder where it was that he was taking me.

Six: First Day at Work

SCARLETT

He took me to an Afropop event; a concert by an upcoming Nigerian artist and to say I had the time of my life would be an understatement.

Immediately we entered the hall with loud music and swaying bodies and cheering voices, my worries dissipated and I became one with the music.

I didn't want it to end but even when it did, I was in high spirits. Blake was extremely nice to me. He even got me ice cream and chicken on the drive to where I live and I couldn't help but wonder how someone as nice and amazing as him could be siblings to someone as rude as Alex and as vile as Logan.

Thinking about Logan made my anger spike and my palm balled into a fist subconsciously. I still couldn't believe how nonchalant he had sounded when I brought what he did up at dinner.

I just couldn't understand how someone could be as vile as that when he practically ruined my life.

“We're here,” Blake’s voice jolted me out of my reverie and I looked around to see that we were packed in front of the apartment where I said.

“Ohh, I'm sorry, I was just... I was thinking of someone... of something else.”

“Someone else?” he drawled and I didn't understand why his voice made me feel jitters, “should I be alarmed that you're thinking of someone else when I'm here?”

He said it casually and both his tone and eyes gave nothing away but it did make my heart skip a bit.

I didn't know if that was an indirect flirting or a friendly banter so I didn't know how to react to that, I just smiled at him.

“Thank you for driving me back and for cheering me up, it means a lot.”

“Of course, it's my pleasure, baby sis. We're about to become family so I should take care of you.”

I smiled again at his use of family and I felt a tiny pang because I knew I was probably never going to see him again. I had no intention of seeing Mom again or honoring her invitation to her wedding and so the chances of seeing Blake again were zero.

But before he allowed me to leave, he had us exchange numbers and he promised to keep checking up on me and a part of me was keen on him keeping that promise.

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The next day was the day I resumed work as an assistant make-up artist at CTA and even though, I was so excited, a part of me was really skeptical too.

I was going to be working at the company of Alexander Vaughn and even though it was a very big company, I knew the chances of running into him were still there and I wasn't sure how to behave when that happened.

Especially when the memory of his long fingers brushing my folds has not left my mind since that day.

And after that day, I got curious so I read up about him alone; he was a multibillionaire, started CTA alone at the age of 20, was mentioned in Forbes under 30 for 9 years straight, and has never been romantically linked to any girl.

The post led me to read about his brothers too; Logan runs the construction business that their father had founded in his youth and had grown it ten times in the last 10 years but there was something weird about him, he was rarely seen outside.

And Blake, the sweetheart was living just like his personality, he had no concrete business but was a great investor who especially liked the cafe business.

And from my reading, I realized that the three of them were of different mothers.

“Jesus Christ! This is already warm! You've been working with me for months and you still don't know that I take my coffee scaldingly hot?”

The loud voice, full of malice and anger welcomed me just as I pushed open the door to the dressing room my superior had directed me to and immediately I entered, the lady on the dressing chair flung a cup of coffee at the young girl bowing opposite her.

“I'm sorry, I'm really...”

“Just get the hell out of my face and get me another cup.”

The girl immediately disappeared just as another one started cleaning the mess the thrown coffee made on the floor. That was when Anna Chen looked up and saw me.

“Oh, Scarlett, you're here, come over,” she waved me over,” let me introduce you to the team.”

I waved over gingerly. She was standing right in front of the celebrity who just threw a tantrum because of coffee and because her back was to me, I couldn't see her face. I could see just her hair, her luscious and full blonde hair that reminds me of the hair of the blonde tied up and on her knees and choking on Alex’s big cock.

I waved that image away instantly. I wasn’t going to torture myself with that on my first day at my dream job.

“Scarlett, I’m sure you know who this is,” Anna Chen started as soon as I walked up to them and my jaws practically dropped to the floor when I saw who it was, “she’s our model and our sole purpose here is to make her look her best.”

The model was Maeve Taylor, the most popular and successful model in the country right now. She was so influential that if she modeled something, it’d sell out in less than a minute.

And I was going to be on her team. God! This was such a dream come through.

“Good morning, I’m honored to work for you,” I couldn’t keep the excitement out of my voice but she said nothing in reply, she just continued to look at me, a surly expression on her face as her gaze lingered on my hair, my face, my skin, and my dress.

I suddenly felt too self-conscious, wondering why she was looking at me that way.

“This is your first day at work and you’re already running late, I’m not sure you’re interested in keeping the job,” was all she said dismissively before she turned away from me and my heart dropped.

What was I even expecting? She just threw a tantrum because of coffee, which should have given me an insight into what her personality is.

I got to know more about her personality when they started prepping her for the shoot. Since it was my first day, I was only to watch and get familiar with how things are done, and in less than an hour, I’ve seen her shriek and scream than I’ve seen anyone do in my entire 25 years on earth.

Nothing satisfies her and she was always complaining and shrieking and I couldn’t help but wonder how someone with a sweet personality online was this venomous in real life.

We finally got her ready and Anna was putting finishing touches to her makeup when the room suddenly quietened and I found myself looking around to see what was going on.

Someone was just entering the room and upon seeing who it was, my heart started beating fast.