Chapter 122 My Stepbrother’s Cock Feels Good (1)

Chapter 122 My Stepbrother’s Cock Feels Good (1)
{RUE}

Fuck my life.

My fucking life had gone from bad to absolutely catastrophic.

It didn’t just fall apart.

It collapsed all at once, like the universe had been waiting for the perfect moment to dump every possible disaster directly onto my head.

One week.

Seven miserable days.

That was all it took to completely ruin everything.

The first hit came when my boyfriend of two years, Mark, found out I’d slept with his brother.

And the truly pathetic part?

I couldn’t even come up with a decent defense for myself.

Because honestly… it didn’t entirely feel like my fault.

Mark’s brother, Leo, looked like he’d been personally sculpted by Michelangelo, while Mark looked like someone rushed him together during a boring high school art class.

Leo had that lazy, crooked smile that made your stomach flip without warning. Broad shoulders. Strong arms. The kind of confidence that clung to him effortlessly.

Every time he walked into a room, attention followed him naturally, like gravity itself bent in his direction.

Any girl with a pulse and a functioning set of hormones would’ve been tempted by him.

One look from Leo and common sense practically packed its bags and disappeared.

It was in the way he looked at you. Slow. Intentional. Like he already knew exactly what effect he had on people.

And that smile…

God.

That lazy, crooked smile could’ve convinced anyone to make terrible decisions without a second thought.

I just happened to be the girl he aimed that smile at.

Well… not exactly.

If I was being honest, I practically threw myself at him.

With Mark gone that afternoon, walking in and finding Leo alone in his room felt like the universe giving me a sign—a chance to finally get a feel of his cock in my pussy.

I’d stepped through the doorway wearing almost nothing, fully aware of the reaction I was chasing. 

The second Leo looked at me, the air between us shifted instantly.

One heated look turned into flirting.

Flirting turned into bad decisions.

And bad decisions turned into me having sex with Leo in Mark’s own room.

So yeah.

Maybe I carried slightly more responsibility in the situation than I liked to admit.

The second hit came only a few days later when I got kicked out of college too.

At that point, my life wasn’t just falling apart anymore.

It was actively setting itself on fire.

Going home wasn’t an option.

Dad would start yelling the second I stepped through the front door, his voice booming through the house while he listed every mistake I’d ever made like he’d been waiting his whole life for this moment.

And honestly?

I couldn’t survive another one of his endless lectures right now.

This week had already drowned me in enough disappointment, criticism, and emotional whiplash to last a lifetime.

I’d swallowed more poison than I could handle already.

One more dose of my father’s nagging would probably finish me off completely.

Right now, I sat quietly in the back of a cab, watching New York City at night blur past the window in streaks of color and light.

Neon signs melted across the glass while headlights smeared into glowing yellow trails against the darkness, the city moving too fast around me while my entire life crumbled in slow motion.

The window was rolled all the way down, and the cool night air slammed against my face, whipping strands of hair across my cheeks and into my mouth.

I didn’t even bother brushing them away. I just sat there in silence, staring out at the glowing city while exhaustion settled deeper into my bones with every passing second.

I was heading toward the only place my brain could come up with.

The only small flicker of solace left in the middle of this complete disaster.

The only close, safe place I had right now.

Literally the only one.

My stepbrother Damon’s apartment.

It was a few miles away from the same college that had practically thrown me out and slammed the door behind me.

I knew he probably didn’t even want me around after the disaster that happened the last time I showed up.

His annoying girlfriend, May, and I had gotten into a full blown fight in the middle of his apartment.

Well… technically, I started it.

I jumped on her first.

But honestly, she had it coming.

The redhead had this smug attitude, like dating Damon suddenly made her queen of the place.

She thought she could disrespect me and step all over my toes just because she was dating Damon.

All night, she kept throwing little comments at me, acting territorial and possessive, like I was just some random girl trying to steal her man.

Please.

Why would I even bother?

Even if Damon was insanely hot, I had better taste than that.

I still remembered the way her eyes widened when I finally snapped and lunged at her.

The screaming.

The hair pulling.

The face smacking.

Damon trying to drag me off her while she hurled insults back without missing a beat.

A small, satisfied smile tugged at my lips at the memory.

Annoying bitch.

I was so glad I put her in her place.

The cab came to a rough stop in front of Damon’s apartment complex, a tall, cold slab of brick and dimly glowing windows stacked against the night.

I paid the driver, shoving the crumpled bills into his hand, then hauled my suitcase out onto the sidewalk.

“Fuck!” I muttered under my breath. “This suitcase is heavy as hell.”

The wheels rattled against the pavement as I headed toward the entrance, the weight pulling steadily behind me with every step.

Inside, the lobby felt sterile and quiet, all polished surfaces and soft, indifferent lighting.

Crossing the lobby, I made my way to the elevator.

The doors slid shut with a soft chime, and the elevator hummed as it carried me upward, swallowing me in a tight, metallic silence.

When the doors opened, I stepped into a carpeted hallway that stretched too long and too quiet.

My footsteps sank into it, muffled but steady, until I reached his door.

I steadied my suitcase beside me and pressed the doorbell.

Once.

A pause.

Twice.                         

“I’m coming,” Damon’s muffled voice rumbled from the other side.

A few seconds later, there was a sharp click of the deadbolt, the faint turn of the lock, and the door swung inward.

He filled the doorway.

Shirtless, his chest was a broad stretch of skin and muscle, defined in clean lines that tightened with every shift of his posture.

A V cut down his stomach disappeared into low-slung gray shorts, and a light sheen of sweat clung to his skin like he’d just come from a workout.

The moment his eyes landed on me, whatever tired neutrality had been there vanished, replaced instantly by something harder.

“What the hell are you doing here, Rue?”