Climb on My Stepfather (Ashley and Alex)

Chapter 24

Chapter 3

A warm tingle slinks down my spine and moves around to my pelvis. For some reason, the thought of being so close to him fills my body with excitement.

"Ok," is all I can manage to meekly respond.

“Good, I just have to stop at my house first to grab something. It's nearby."

I nod in agreement and instantly feel a warm wetness between my thighs. The heartbreak I felt just minutes ago is being quickly replaced by something else.

Abby By the time we pull into Mr. Brandt's driveway, I've finished telling him about Jason cheating on me. Although I figured he might be disappointed in his son's behavior, I didn't expect him to get angry on my behalf.

"My son can be such a little asshole," he tells me while turning the ignition off, the vein in his temple throbbing wildly. "I'm sorry, Abby. I wish I could say that I'm surprised to find out that he's betrayed you. But the truth is, he's always been a selfish prick."

pissed off he is with Jason fills my heart with warmth. It's almost as if he cares deeply for me and doesn't

if it's

house with him while he searches for whatever it is he came for, and I eagerly oblige. During the time Jason and I were together, I'd never been to his dad's house. Or his mom's for that matter. We only hung out at my apartment or his enormous townhouse; where he's probably at right

mind, my phone chimes with a message from Claire wondering where I went. I shoot her a quick response to let her know that I'm okay and heading home but want her and Amy to continue their night; intentionally leaving out the fact that

modern his house appears. Although it looked big from the outside,

entire three-bedroom apartment could fit

walls are adorned with numerous expensive paintings, and the familiar aroma of Mr. Brandt's cologne

and luxury. Making me feel a

his hand lightly grazes the small of my back as he leads me toward the living room. His soft touch and. charming smile quickly put me at ease. "Go ahead and make yourself comfortable," he instructs me, gesturing

Mr. Brandt," I say quietly, looking

seems to shift for

his expression changes, and the intensity in his eyes becomes more apparent. Almost like a lust-fueled hunger. With his jaw clenched, and

Brandt may be old enough to be my father and my ex-boyfriend's dad, but there's no doubt about