“We’re going to meet my father,” Tyler said to me.
We were riding in his limo, because Tyler had begun giving me rides to and from work in the lap of luxury. I was looking forward to going back to Tyler’s place and relaxing. That dream was shattered, however, once I got in the car.
He informed me that his father wanted to meet me. Since Tyler had agreed to clean up his act, his father wanted to meet me.
I was fine with it, but I now had doubts. Warnings from Tyler’s butler—and now, Charles Whitmore—had me on edge. I hadn’t spoken to Tyler about either one of them . . . yet.
“Do we have to?” I asked. “I’m kinda tired.”
Tyler shook his head. “It’ll only take a minute. He just wants to meet you and find out a little about you.”
I groaned.
Tyler placed a hand on my leg and I felt sparks through his fingertips. “Please, baby?” he asked me. “For me?”
I was shocked. I’d never heard him say please to anyone. And he topped it off with baby. I had to admit, I liked it.
“Say that again,” I urged him.
“What?”
“Baby.”
He leaned forward and kissed me softly on the lips. “Please, baby.”
I decided then that I’d do anything he asked. “All right,” I said. “Whatever you want.”
* * *
When Tyler and I walked into the Locklin mansion, my jaw dropped . . . and it wasn’t because of the opulence of the place.
There, standing in the foyer with who I assumed was Tyler’s father, was my mother, decked in expensive jewelry and an evening gown that probably cost a fortune, a wine glass in her hand.
“Victoria?” my mother exclaimed with some surprise.
“Mom?” I asked in disbelief.
The man at her side grinned. He was dressed in a suit that looked even more expensive than the one Tyler wore. “Who is this pretty young lady?”
My mother regained her composure. “James, this is Victoria, my daughter.”
James walked forward and grabbed my hand. “You have your mother’s beauty,” he said to me.
I glanced at Tyler as a strange feeling washed over me. Something about this was all wrong. I knew this was too good to be true.
“Thank you,” I replied, a slight blush coming to my cheeks. “You’re too kind.”
Tyler was the first to figure it out. “Wait a minute,” he said. He looked at my mother, then back at me, his eyes going wide. “If this is your daughter, then that means I’m Victoria’s . . .”
“Stepbrother,” I whispered in horror.
Chapter 10
Victoria
Tyler walked back into his bedroom, a towel wrapped around his waist, his rippling abs moist from a recent shower. I laid in his bed, breathing in and out, recovering from a powerful orgasm.
“So what happens now?” I asked him. “We can’t continue on like this.”
Tyler looked at me, and I found it hard to keep my eyes from straying down to his waist. “What do you mean?” he asked.
“You're my stepbrother,” I said. “Neither your dad nor my mother will approve of our relationship. They don’t believe it’s proper.”
Tyler scowled. “Fuck what’s proper. I've never obeyed the rules before, and I'm not about to now.”
“But not when it comes to something like this.”
Tyler walked over and sat on the bed next to me, and his towel slipped down several notches. “I’ll make them get a divorce.”
I sat up in the bed, shocked. “What?”
Tyler grabbed my hand and placed it on his chest. Beneath it, I could feel his heart beat. “If it’ll make you feel better about being with me, and if it will take away the taboo aspect, I’ll do it.”
I stared at him, horrified. “You can’t do that!”
“Why not? From what you say, your mother hasn’t been very kind to you, and shit, my dad hasn’t been anything but an asshole to me. So what’s the big deal? They’ve screwed us over, and they’re both standing in the way of what we want.”
“I just can’t do that,” I said. “I’d never forgive myself.”
Tyler became quiet. “Do you want to be with me or not?” he asked finally.
“Yes.”
“Okay then.” His lips found my neck, and I could only resist for one second before I gave in to his advance. “Either they’re going to accept us, or I’m going to destroy them.”
Chapter 11
Victoria - Two Weeks Later
“Either they’re going to accept us, or I’m going to destroy them . . .”
I let out an explosive breath, my limbs wracked by powerful tremors, and clenched the bed sheets tightly beneath my nails. Wave after wave of pleasure hit me and I arched my back to the ceiling as Tyler’s relentless mouth sucked on my overflowing mound.