AMB~she~OUS

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

"It didn't seem so that night."

My eyes snapped to my stepson, i couldn't help but wonder if he still thought about that night the way i did. Whether he still reminisced about it just as much.
And whether he would feel this skin tingle with excitement whenever he he was close to me, the way mine did.

Or maybe he was just as arrogant as i thought and thought that no woman could get over his bedding skills, which were great by the way. The latter seemed like the safest line of thought.

"You really need to get over yourself, what happened that night was a mistake, i drank a little too much. I didn't know what i was saying or doing." I told him and went back to my drink, i could feel it's effects starting to work and God knows i needed the boldness.

"A mistake that could really cost you." I heard him say in a low and icy tone.

"So what? You going to keep threatening me with that? You want to blackmail me or something?"

"Am not that petty!"

"Then drop it!" The tension was building up, i could feel it, we were both getting frustrated and the fact that i was a little drunk wasn't helping. I reached forward the whiskey bottle and began to pour myself another glass when a strong hand grabbed my wrist.

"Enough drinking for tonight." He said and the expression he wore told me he wasn't kidding at all. I wasn't thinking rationally and began tugging my wrists, i was the damn mother, no step child was going to tell me what i could or could not do.

"You can't tell me what to do, am your damn mother!" I exclaimed trying to free my wrist from his big rough hands only to end up spilling the liquor all over my chest.

"God, No! Do you fucking know how expensive this blouse is?" I grumbled as my hands tried to rub of the stains which only made it worse.

The white blouse had been a present from the designers at Chanel, it was one of the limited pieces from their fall collection and reportedly cost a fortune. It was ruined. I grabbed some paper towels and unbuttoned a few of my top buttons so that i could clean my soaked chest up completely ignoring the idiot that was sitting next to me.

"Don't just sit there and stare, get me more towels." I told him when i saw his eyes straying to places that were a bit inappropriate considering our relationship.

"Here, let me." Nick, pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket and began helping me wipe off the liquor. I kept my eyes solemnly on the job and not on his hands on my chest, i didn't know when but he had stepped closer and slowed his movements to a more sensual pace. Very tempting and very wrong. I could feel my breath coming out a bit more laboured because of the close proximity of me and my damn stepson, I so badly wanted to look up into his eyes and look for any hint that he was feeling what i was feeling.

And what exactly was i feeling?
I don't know, maybe like i wanted jump my husband's son and not forgetting my number one enemy.
Or maybe like i wanted a tiny taste of something so forbidden yet so alluring.

This was fucking ridiculous, he hadn't even been here for a whole week and i was already trippin over him, how the hell was i supposed to get rid of him when my body was constantly screaming to get into his bed.
Damn his good looks and sex appeal, if i lose sight of my goal, this would be a disaster.

Returning to my senses i tried to step backwards only for Nick's other hand to grip my arm and pull me back, even closer that before, our bodies were nearly touching, close but not close enough.

"Katherine."
He spoke my name in a manner i had never heard before, my body gave an involuntary shiver. Any more of these incidences and i would be done for, i had a feeling he knew this. I was quite certain that he was doing this on purpose, he wanted to know every little thing i was hiding and seduction was his only weapon.

I didn't trust him. I knew he would rat me out to my husband at any given chance. He didn't want me here but i was sure as hell i would get rid of him before he even tried to come at me.

"Katherine." The other voice made both Nick and I jump from each other, Craig was in the kitchen and headed towards where we were, i knew the kind of disaster that would happen if he had caught me and his son in a very compromising position.

"There you are, i was waiting for you, the dessert was getting cold."

"Yeah, Nick and I were having a little chat. I was lecturing him on what it takes to be a good husband." I smiled sweetly as i made my way towards my husband. He laughed and told me how he was discussing something similar with Stella.

"I accidentally spilled some whiskey on my blouse, let me go change." I told him before turning to Nick who was quietly watching our interactions with a grim face, i didn't like whatever was going on in his head. I walked back in the house my mind spinning with what had happened a few moments ago. Nick was playing a dangerous game and it could cost both of us but he didn't seen to mind the consequences.

Well, I did.

I needed a plan quick.

I had to act fast.

There had to be something i could do.

There was always something that could be done.

I had come so far and no one not even Nick could stand in my way for a long time.

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