Chapter Three
Drake
The conversation with my father didn’t go well. “It’s nice of you to return my calls after dropping off a squatter in my home.”
“She’s not a squatter. She’s your stepsister. We thought it would be a good idea for you to bond with her while we were gone.”
“You mean you wanted a babysitter for her,” I say.
“She’s eighteen and doesn’t need a babysitter.”
“Oh yeah, that’s right, because she has that bodyguard that was watching her like a hawk while she was swimming in my pool half fucking naked.”
“Half-naked?”
“Well, that damn bikini was showing more than it should have. He was practically drooling.”
“Are you sure it was only him that was drooling?”
“That’s not what this is about. You got married for two whole fucking months and didn’t have the decency to tell me. How long have you known this woman? How long has she been digging her claws into your bank account?”
“It’s not like that.”
“Dad, you haven’t been with anyone for more than a week, and suddenly, at forty-eight, you decide this woman is the one.”
“She’s pregnant.”
“What the fuck?” I slam my fist against my desk. “And you didn’t learn the first time around?”
“It’s different.”
“Oh yeah, you married a woman you knocked up from a one-night-stand, and then you couldn’t stand each other, fighting until there was a bitter divorce.”
“Well, but I got you.”
“Are you even sure it’s your baby?”
“It’s too soon, and besides, she’s been with me nonstop. I’m not that na?ve, Drake.”
“I don’t trust it.” I take the stairs one at a time toward my bedroom. “You don’t know this person.”
“If you’re worried about your inheritance, I have my will already prepared for you in it.”
“I’m not worried about my inheritance, father. I have my own money and, obviously, my own property. Although I can’t say how much you’ll have left after she’s done with you. I don’t approve of your selection. Especially because you had to hide her from me.”
“She was a single mother, and I was a single father. I don’t see the problem.”
“The problem is you didn’t research anything about her before you got her pregnant and married her.”
“You don’t investigate people before you date. That’s your problem. You have to take a leap sometimes.”
“You can get to know a person before you knock them up, you know.” I’m not even sure that’s true because I’ve never gotten close enough to a person to do it, but I’m sure you can. There’s got to be a woman worthy of that shit, but after my parents failed five-year marriage and my grandparents' forty-five-year marriage of indifference, I don’t want to be another shitty statistic.
“What would you know about that?”
“My personal life isn’t anyone’s business.” I can’t tell him that I’m tempted to get extremely personal with my brand-new stepsister, even though I should stay a thousand miles away from the little temptress.
“What personal life. I’m having another child because I’m not going to have any grandchildren. If you’re gay, it’s now the time to admit it.”
“I’m not gay. Lord, if that were the problem, I’d gladly admit it.”
“Oh goodness, son. Are you having medical problems with little Drake?”
“Fuck no. I’m not having this conversation.” I got close to her bedroom door in time to overhear her on the phone. I hung up on my father and tucked my phone back in my pocket.
“He’s my stepbrother,” she says, sounding indignant. What the fuck did that mean? What did her mother have planned for me? “Are you crazy?” she hollers. The call ended, and I knocked on the door to check on her and unnerve my guest.
However, the second the door opens, I’m floored by her outfit, and she’s got me by the balls. All I can do is ask if she’s okay. When she brings up my sex life, I lie to see her reaction. My little stepsister wasn’t happy when she believed I’d have women riding my dick. That’s good, but she won’t be either because she can’t be trusted. For now, my hand will just have to do the job.
Walking to my bedroom, I was both pissed and aroused. All I knew was my investigator would be doing more than looking into a client this week. I wanted answers, and I wanted them yesterday.
Sleep eluded me as I typed emails, pulled records, and stayed up pacing while thinking about the girl down the hall. How could I be so damn attracted to her? Slamming my laptop shut, I try to tuck myself in bed, but all thoughts end up on the wet guest. I grumble and then turn onto my side, ignoring my ten-inch, thick beast between my legs like I have all my life, and let the weight of my day finally let me fall asleep.
As soon as the sun was up, I ignored the fatigue and went to do what I wanted from the moment I got home. Slipping on my swim trunks, I took the stairs two at a time and went out back to the pool area and turned on the heater. Summer in Chicago could be so finicky. Yes, today’s high was supposed to be eighty, but it wasn’t going to be that until twelve, and it’s only six am which meant, the water was a cool seventy-five. It didn’t matter either way because my body needed that exercise, or at least that’s what I told myself.
Diving in, I raced across the pool for an hour, letting the sun rise high in the sky. By the time I finally called it quits, it had to be well after nine. My body burned from all the laps I managed to pull off.
The second I climbed out, my pool guy arrived. “Hello Ernesto, how are you?”
“Good. It’s going to be a hot one, no?” I ask, towel drying off.
“Yes, it’s going to be very hot. No need for the heater for the next week.”
“That’s good to know.” We shake hands and he goes to work while I go inside.
When I stepped inside, Summer’s eyes widened. “Good morning, Drake.”
“Good morning, stepsister,” I answered. She was dressed in a pair of baby blue shorts and a white tank top with a matching bra. The blood loss to my brain was immediate, so I cleared my throat and hid my frame around the kitchen island.
As much as I ached to fuck her, there needed to be some boundaries. She was related by blood which meant she wasn’t for me, so I had to be reminded of it and while I was at it, it was best to keep my distance.
“Any plans for today?”
“Not really. I don’t have a job and I’m not in school.”
“The job isn’t easy to find with no skill set, and the job is hard to get when everyone thinks you’re wealthy even though it’s only your stepfather’s wealth.”
“So what do you plan to do with your day?” I need to stay away. The mental chant isn’t doing so well.
“I’m going to read a book or two, but I’d really like to swim.”
“It’s not a good idea. They’re cleaning the pool right now,” I growl, annoyed by the idea of her heading back out there right now where Ernesto and his twenty-year-old son are working. A twinge of possessiveness floods my veins even though it shouldn’t.
“Is that because I was in it, and you don’t want your precious pool contaminated?” she says, vitriol dripping from those plump pink lips, mistaking my tone for anger which I actually prefer. The truth is a little too complicated.
“No, little brat. It’s the weekly cleaning. As you can see, I just got out of the pool. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to get changed.”
“Okay.” The soft resignation in her voice almost has me break down and apologize, but then I might do something stupid like spend more time in her presence which is a bad thing. In fact, it’s best I return to work faster than I anticipated. I’m heading to the office on Monday instead of the weeklong vacation I planned.
****
Two days. I made it two whole days without speaking to or seeing my guest. She ducked away from me at every turn almost as much as I did the same with her, but the problem was I didn’t want to stay away, and I hated that she avoided me. Was that her mother’s plan? Get me interested by playing the cat-and-mouse game?
Was it more frustrating that it was working? I checked the cameras in my home and realized the little troublemaker was in the pool again. The damn brat was in a sexy swimsuit that hugged her body perfectly, stiffening my dick. It was getting harder and harder to fight the raging desire to screw her tight pussy.
My phone rings, and it’s my investigator. “What do you have for me?”
“She’s thirty-seven, and she’s been married seven times. Every guy is richer than the next. Your father is just one of many husbands.”
“Are they alive?” I don’t trust this bitch with my father on their supposed honeymoon. She might try to off him.
“Some of them are.”
“I need someone to find my father and keep him safe. Get a team to him ASAP.”
“Of course. I’m already one step ahead of you. Honestly, I can’t believe your dad would marry a woman that’s been married that many times.”
“She’s pregnant,” I informed him. It seems my father likes to repeat his mistakes and then use the same solution to correct them.
“Are you sure?”
“He said she was.” I hadn’t even met the woman, so it wasn’t like I could see for myself.
“Well, is it his?” I scoffed at that one because his guess was as good as mine.
“I don’t know. Is there a way to get some medical records?”
“Legally, no, and you couldn’t use them in a court, of course.”
“Of course, but that cunt is playing a dangerous game, and I need to protect my dad. What do you have on the daughter?”
“Summer Smith, she’s the product of her first marriage. No driver’s license. She only had one job that lasted a week when she was sixteen, and she quit the same day. There’s a police report on her as a runaway at the age of sixteen, but that’s all I could find. Her school records are unremarkable. She graduated high school without any special recognition.”
“Interesting. Keep my dad safe. I’m going to try and call him.”
I call, and he answers, “I’m surprised you’re calling, son. Are you trying to kick her out? I can send her to the condo.”
“No, I’m checking up on you.”
“I’m fine. I have a beautiful wife, and unlike you, I’m having sex.”
“Dad, she was married more than once.”
“Did you have her investigated? I can’t believe you.” He hangs up on me, pissing me off. So, he fucking knew and didn’t care. Had he lost his damn mind? If he wanted a baby, there were plenty of hot women willing to give him a kid easily. It wasn’t like my dad was ugly. He was a silver fox kind of man, so it didn’t make sense.
A loud, thundering boom outside rattles through the house. “Shit, well, I’m not going for a swim today.” Then I remember Summer’s in the pool. She comes running in from the back patio wrapped in a towel dripping wet, unable to dry off outside and soaking my kitchen. Suddenly, a mix of emotions washes over me as I stare at the little vixen who is fucking up my life. I want to punish her and care for her all at once. Time to see what happens when she’s pushed.