Chapter 2
I stared hard at the door that belonged to my stepson. Despite knowing, he's too young for me, I still have this urge in me to mark him and make him mine.
'He's ours!' Chels possessively growled.
"Oh, shut up."
It's worse enough that he's my stepson. However, his age made it seem like I was an old paedophile who had the hots for my stepson.
My heart skipped a beat when his door opened, and he stepped out. His eyes immediately went to me. Those chocolate brown eyes racked through my body. He started from the crown of my head to my feet before his lips went up in a smirk.
"Lost your way, good digger?" He sneered, looking like he was having so much fun.
"I… You… " I swallowed, not knowing what to say. His presence robbed me of all coherent thought. His smell drove me crazy, prompting me to have unholy thoughts towards my stepson.
"Cat got your tongue?" He folded his arms, causing his muscles to bulge. He has long discarded the jacket he wore earlier. His well-defined muscles made me swallow.
However, that wasn't what caught my eye. It's the tattoo that snaked out from his polo and curled on his neck, that got my attention.
"What's wrong with you?" He grumbled under his breath. His voice got deeper and, not for the first time, I wondered if he was a smoker.
Still, that can't be possible. Not only does he not smell like smoke, but his lips are also too red for him to be a smoker.
It could be his natural voice. And if that's the case, then, I'm in for a long ride. Having the hots for my stepson is one of the crimes I shouldn't commit, not when I have a husband -not that we have gotten intimate since we got married.
"I…You …" I gulped as I tried to think of a way out of this without sounding scared of him.
"You know what pisses me off about you?" He scowled at me as he took a step forward. He looked menacing with the way his eyes darkened with each step he took.
Against all odds, I took a step back, to create a distance between us. The stare from him made it seem like I was naked. But not only that but covered with dirt.
"You are one seductive gold-digging whore!" He sneered at my face before he turned and headed downstairs, while I stood still with a dumbstruck expression on my face.
I discreetly glanced down at my clothes. I have long changed out of the gown I was putting on when he arrived. It's almost time for dinner, so I have to prepare for it.
I'm the type who hates wearing extra clothes. That's why I'm putting on a short -not that short, though - and a loose crop top which was long enough to cover my navel. Though it showed my abdomen, it doesn't seem slutty to me.
'Of course, it's slutty!' Chels finally said something. She must have been too stunned earlier to say a word.
I glanced down at my clothes once more before I shook my head. If he doesn't like my choice of dressing, then it's his damned cup of juice.
It's not like I'm living under his roof. I'm married to his father, not-
'But he's our mate!'
And the damned boy is also nineteen! For goddess's sake, Chels. He's too young for us. We are 11 years older than him! That's a long margin if you ask me.
'You are just 30.' She tried to argue further, not ready to take my words for what they were.
11 years is much. Moreover, I'm married to his father. I can't be having such thoughts about the son while I'm living under his father's roof. That will be a betrayal to Gordon.
'But you are just married to him in the name! You are not cheating on him since his son is your mate!'
I'm not going to argue much about this, Chels.
I turned and headed downstairs. Gordon hasn't left his studies yet. He has been in there for close to three hours, working on the new project he wants to start.
His son was in the parlour scrolling through the channels. I haven't gotten a chance to ask Gordon about his name, and I don't think asking him to tell me his name will go well.
He must have heard my approach, but he didn't turn. He pretended as if he were the only one in the parlour, which is a bit understandable.
I cleared my throat and forced a smile as I tried not to sniff the air. I won't let myself make the same mistake I made earlier.
"I'm making dinner."
I said, hoping he might react, but I got nothing. He continued to scroll through the channels, while I stood next to his couch like a fool.
Okay, you've got this, Chrys. I ran a hand through my golden hair and peered at him as I tried not to sound nervous.
"Do you have any meals you don't eat? Any allergies I should know about?" I continued smiling like a fool, hoping to get a reaction from him. But I got nothing.
Well, I tried.
"I'm making spaghetti with meatballs tonight. There might be some side dishes, but I haven't decided on those yet. Ice cream cake will be the dessert and-"
"Just shut the hell up, slut!" He growled at me with his eyes narrowed to slits. He looked mad, and the dark aura around him caused me to gasp.
It was funny that a kid like him was strong enough to make a feared Luna like me take some steps back.
"I'm not a slut." I folded my arms, "I have a name, and that's not slut. Last time I checked, it's Chrys."
I'm not going to let a kid like him treat me anyhow he pleases. Just because he scares me doesn't mean I have to act on my fears.
"Then," his mouth went up in a smirk. "Your parents need help with naming kids." He mocked before he returned to scrolling through the channels.
I was shocked by his statement. I gritted my teeth and clenched my fists, "Suit yourself, you ungrateful child!" I turned and stormed into the kitchen to make dinner.