Charming Violet (Forbidden Lust)
Prologue
PROLOGUE
Landon
Landon 23, Violet 21
A fter the two-hour drive, I’m relieved to finally see home. Or what has been my home for the last eight years.
Pulling up into the driveway I notice one: the house looks like Christmas threw up on it. And two: there’s a car I don't recognise.
Claire is waiting by the front door. For a stepmum, she isn’t so bad. “Landon you’re home!”
“Yep. I got a few days off so I can stay a little longer.”
“That’s great. Come in and meet Violet’s new boyfriend.”
I stop mid-step. Boyfriend?
I throw a quick text to the guys.
Me
Just got to the house, anything you forgot to tell me?
Mav
Don't know what you're talking about.
Me
Try again.
Axel
Yeah, so Violet got a boyfriend.
Me
One fucking job.
My phone vibrates a few more times but I ignore it. Too interested to meet the boyfriend.
Walking into the house I force a smile when I’m met with him . He isn't what I thought. But I've never thought of Violet with anyone but me or....
“Landon, son, good to see you made it.” Dad shakes my hand.
I ask, “So, Letty who’s this?”
She sneers at me but then forces a smile “Landon, James. James my moronic stepbrother.”
He nods. “Hey Man.”
Ignoring him, I turn to Claire, “Whatever you’re cooking smells delicious, Claire.”
“It truly does.”
“Thank you, Landon. Thank you, James. It’s nice to be appreciated.”
Violet rolls her eyes. Hard.
“So, Letty, how did you and John meet?”
“It’s James.”
I just give her a bored look.
“We met at the university.” James puts his arm around her shoulders and pulls her into him.
I clench my jaw. “I asked Violet, not you, Jim.”
“James!”
I shrug. “Okay.” I pick up my bag and walk to my room.
I close the door behind me but it soon bursts open, with Violet is standing there.
“I know what you're doing.”
“And what is that little Letty?”
She doesn’t respond just huffs and spins on her heels exiting my room.
Landon
Landon 25, Violet 23.
“Yeah, not a problem Dad. I’ll talk to you later.”
Fuck.
I don’t realise I’ve started pacing.
Fuck.
It’s time to go home.
Me
I’m coming home.
Axel
Okay.
Mav
Sweet. When?
Me
I'll be there by the end of the week.
I leave it at that, I know they have questions, but I’ll chat with them more when I get back.
A few days later.
“Mum, why is Landon’s car in the driveway?” Violet walks into the kitchen of the house.
“What? I can't visit?”
I stifle a groan. She’s in tight jeans that frame her ass perfectly. And the shirt she’s wearing is skin-tight, so I can tell she isn't wearing a bra, especially when her nipples turn stiff. It’s not cold in here, so that leaves one more reason.
“Go visit Hell.”
“Oh, come on Letty don’t be like that.”
Claire walks in from the backyard, “Oh, Violet, you’re home.”
“Yep.” Popping the P while keeping her gaze locked on mine. She’s too stubborn to look away first but I’m too stubborn to let her win. I raise an eyebrow, daring her to argue with me.
“Right well, I’m going to James’.”
Fuck .
“Didn’t you just get home?”
I grind my teeth at the thought of her and James. That relationship’s days are numbered.