Submitting To My Stepbrothers novel Chapter 77

6: Lia.

I exhale as I step out of the black SUV, smoothing the ruffles on my sky–blue, high–waist, school–girl skirt. I flip my hair as I look up at the black onyx building emblazoned with the words

Hemsworth Holdings. I whip out a small mirror I always carry

about with me and check my mascara, making sure my French-

braided pigtails don’t have any hair sticking out, and nod,

satisfied with it.

“I can’t take you enough for the ride,” I call out to the driver as

he pulls away. When there’s a pedestrian break, I walk across

the sidewalk toward the tall, imposing building. Where my

presence has been gruffly requested.

Of course I have an idea why.

It’s the email I sent from that burner account.

I can’t believe my insane luck. Tristan really clicked on that link. I

know him to be the strict disciplinarian who didn’t trust the

unknown, nor had any time for these little shenanigans no

matter what. I was busy in the spa, thinking up a million other

ways to get the website in his radar, when he called me.

I look up at the sky and see the heavens smiling down at me.

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Judging by his steely tone on the phone, he has definitely seen

my profile on the sugar babies website. I filled in an application to get featured on their sweltering hot corner last week, and my

profile went live on the section last night. I’ve had over two- hundred friend requests, asking me for my contact, and offering.

to double the amount I needed for my tuition. I didn’t read every

single one of them because I wasn’t planning on giving in to any

one of those leeches. I have my big daddy in mind, so I won’t

give in to anything unless I fail at convincing Tristan to come for

1. me. To give us what we both desperately need.

What we should’ve given ourselves a long time ago.

Please let him say yes and fuck me.

Please don’t let him scold and throw me out without anything

happening between us.

It has been two weeks since I had his hands on me and I feel

like I’m empty, walking around like a zombie. I miss his touch,

the scrape of his rough palms, and the gruff, manly rasp of his

breath. I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve spent sitting

on my water closet with my legs spread open and two of my

fingers stuffed in my clit, my eyes closed and my head thrown.

back in ecstasy as I replayed those moments in the kitchen.

when our lips met. Even now, walking through the air-

conditioned lobby of his office building, heat pools up in

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between my legs as I think about how close we came to kissing.

Me, Lia, and Master Hemsworth.

Kissing.

Could you believe it? It’ll be a dream come true. It’ll mean.

progress.

The elevator arrives and I step inside amidst tall, solid trunks of

black suits. I stifle a laugh as I look down at my appearance,

shaking my head at how out of place I must seem. I stick out like blue butter icing, surrounded by businessmen my father’s

age. I face the wall to conceal my stuff nipples, remembering

too late that I’m wearing a see–through blouse the men are

drawn like a bear to honey, their eyes roving over me hungrily.

Two of them, hot, mighty, draw closer to me till I’m pressed into

a corner of the elevator, my breath accelerated with nerves.

Fear.

I need my big daddy.

I won’t even try to deny it. I’m a flirt. Always enjoyed keeping

men on their toes. No amount of interest rattles me. But only

with stupid boys my age who I can easily throw off when they

start craving more. I always warn them on time anyway, so they

wouldn’t blame me when they eventually fall for me.

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I’ve never wanted more from them, or anyone.

I’ve only wanted more from one person only.

Tristan Hemsworth.

These men are older, bulky, and have a world of experience in

their deeply–set, hard eyes. They’ve been with countless women of all ages and sizes, and are accustomed to getting what they want. My father has had guests like this over for brief business.

meetings or dinners sometimes. But I’m always careful not to

be left alone with them. Not when they make their interest so

blatantly obvious when no one is looking. It creeps me out.

I’ve got their full attention now, and it’s unsettling. Four of them,

I see in the mirrored wall. Their lips are curled in devious smirks..

One of them starts unbuckling his belt, letting out a low

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Between our tightly pressed bodies, Tristan becomes fully erect. He cussed, swallowing hard, one of his large hands getting lost. in the pink ruffles of my skirt. “You naughty, naughty girl. What is this damn outfit you’re wearing? Throw in the pigtails and you

“Well, I am a school–girl. I’m your school–girl.”

“Perhaps, I should also treat you as one. Bad girls get punished,

and you have been a bad girl. A very, very, bad, bad girl, Lia,” he rasps, dragging his hand up the back of my skirt slowly and kneading my right cheek – just one glorious time

before he

pulls his hand away, disentangling from me, letting out a shaking breathing. “Fuck this, Lia. Enough of these mind

games.”

Missing his hands, I revert back to my usual flirtatious routine, placing a hand on my hip and biting my bottom lip hard. “How is it my fault? You’re the one who wanted to see me.”

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Tristan’s eyes drops to my breasts and heats up. “Yeah. I must have been drunk or something,” he mutters thickly, taking me by

the wrist now. “You’ll do as I say, Lia. Avoid any eye contact with

any of the men in the supplement department, do your

understand?”

“But

Π

“No buts. Come on.”

Smirking, I let him drag me out of the deserted marble desert floor and down a spacious hallway with navy–blue walls. At the end of it, there’s a reception desk, a fleetingly, brightly–lit office beyond, packed full of analysts and traders, all paying keen attention to their computers. “Why can’t I make eye contact?”

I yelp when he suddenly whirls around, pressing me up against the wall and pinning me down with a ferocious, lust–filled gaze.

“Because you look like you desperately want to be fucked. Any

man you look at automatically takes it as an invitation that

you’re into him.”

His big chest and stomach are squashing me, but I relish it. “Why should I care? That’s clearly their problem, not mine.”

“Don’t. Look. At. A. Single. One. Of. Them, Lia.” His hand circles my throat, tightening ever so slightly. “I’m in a very bad mood. If one of those musty dickheads show any interest in you, I won’t

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hesitate to have them fired immediately. I don’t care. If I have to

fire every man that looks at you stupidly, I will.”

“Oh, Big Daddy,” I whine, trailing a finger down his chest. “If you

want me all to yourself, you can just say it. Stop beating around

the bush.

He’s right on the verge of agreeing with my statement. I can feel

1. it. But at the last second he blows out an unsteady breath and

continues leading me down the office. You don’t expect me to

actually listen to him now, do you? I thrive on setting Tristan off,

and so I disobey him and make contact with some

inconsequential dimwit. Luckily, he doesn’t notice, itching for

privacy. I want nothing but to be alone with him to blow my

chance too, so I keep my down on the black carpet until we’re

safely enclosed in his office.