To Hate My Stepbrother

Ava’s POV

Things started going well, our relationship skyrocketed and it seemed as though the fight we had was one we needed to help us be sure of our relationship.

I’ve never been this happy and with each passing day I grew closer to Mason and got to experience new things with him. We’d both decided to finish what we started when we were kids.

Mason suggested going back to the beach where he’d wanted to confess to me but was ruined. Everything was pretty much the same and I knew that it was to bring back the effect.

We both sat at the table and before we started eating, Mason pulled out a bracelet and with a smile requested that I give him my hand.

He wore it for me and also wore the second one for himself, it was exactly the same as mine.

“You really can’t be my stepsister but the only woman meant for me.” He affirmed and my heart fluttered.

My cheeks felt hot and Mason stood before leaning into me to peck my cheek and also kiss my lip. All this felt like a dream to me except it isn’t a dream.

We ate dinner laughing hard as ever, Mason did all he could to make sure I was having the best night. Dinner was romantic and when we were done he pulled out his guitar.

I’ve never seen the guitar or seen him play and sing in years and I knew the guitar was special to him but I had no idea that he still had it here.

Mason sang for me and every song touched me, his voice gave me goosebumps and when he finished, I cheered for him.

He handed the guitar to one of the men who played while we danced. The evening was one I didn’t want to end because it was filled with sweetness and happened. I laughed till my cheeks began to hurt.

Confused, I allowed Mason to pull me to where he wanted to, he’d told me he had a surprise for me and I couldn’t wait to see what the surprise was.

We stood for a while watching the skies when fireworks came on and I saw my name displayed on the sky. It was so beautiful.Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

I was so touched that I couldn’t stop myself from crying, I was married for a year and more and I never got to experience things like this.

I married a man that couldn’t care less about my feelings. I spent a year and more of my life in an agonizing marriage and I did nothing to get out of it until I finally got the courage.

“Hey,” Mason called, pulling my face to him and cleaning up my tears, “stop crying.” He added and I sniffed.

I wanted to stop crying too but I couldn’t do it, my tears had a kind of their own and they kept pouring, I had no control.

“You deserve the best and nothing but that and I promise to always make sure to give that to you so please stop the tears.” He smiled softly as he stared into my eyes.

I finally managed to stop crying and Mason cleaned my eyes, pulled me in for a hug before kissing me softly and passionately.

Pulling me away from there, Mason led me to the beach house he rented and I gasped when we got in. It had beautiful red led light with scented candles.

He really outdid himself and made sure tonight was a romantic one. We made our way to the bedroom and each step of the way I couldn’t stop picking up flowers until we got to the bed.

My palm covered my mouth when I saw that he’d written that he loves me on the bed with even more flowers. Turning to look at him, an urgent sense of anticipation drove through me.

Everything turned me on and I could already feel the drip between my legs, pulling him into me. I kissed him and we both fell on the bed without caring about the beautiful flowers.

The sex wasn’t like the ones we’ve been having. Something about this night made the sex even more passionate and filled with sweet love.

ONE MONTH LATER

I was trying to get some things done around the house since Mason isn’t around when I heard the doorbell ring. Picking up the napkin, I cleaned my hands before proceeding to the door.

I opened the door and my mouth dropped open when I noticed the little boy, he looks so much like Mason, they both have the exact same features. He was holding tightly to the woman who was with him.

“I’m…” I stammered, laughing nervously, “I’m sorry, can I help you?” I finally managed to ask and she scoffed.

“Well yes, I’m here to see the father of my child,” she answered and I was confused, I’d wanted to speak when she completed her sentence and it felt like a bell rang in my head, “Mason.” She finished and my jaw dropped.

Unable to speak, I couldn’t stop staring at the little boy, I could feel the hot burn of tears at the back of my eyes as I tried to act normal.

Once again I became the fool, why do I get hurt by the people I choose to love the moment I start loving and trusting them?

“He’s not home now,” I stuttered, “but I can take a message for him. What’s your name?” I asked and she told me.

“Thank you, you can check on him again some other time but I will definitely tell him you came here.” I assured her with a smile and watched as she left with her son.

My chest began to hurt but I didn’t care, I was furious. Mad and I couldn’t get the image of the little boy out of my head.

Sitting on the couch, I waited angrily for Mason to be back.