Page 27 of Stepson

I don’t need her to answer my question to know where she got them. I’m the dumb fuck who forgot Bentley stripped me out on her balcony before receiving the best fucking blowjob I’ve ever had in my life.

“Maggie,” I start before she holds up her hand.

“I know that you and Mrs. Price are sleeping together,” she blurts out.

My chest tightens as I lean back, studying her. If she were going to tell my father, she wouldn’t be telling me. What gives?

“Okay?” I breathe out. “I’m not going to deny something you already know the truth of, and I’m pretty sure you’re not going to say anything to my father.”

She shakes her head. “No, Mr. Price, I would never do that to Ms. Bentley.” She looks over her shoulder as if to make sure we’re alone before she says, “I know about you two.”

I let out a small chuckle, nodding my head. “We’ve established that, Maggie.”

“No, you don’t understand. Iknowabout you two. I know about that night seven years ago.” She tosses my briefs on the floor, nervously ringing her hands together. “Ms. Bentley will be angry with me if she knows I found her secret box. I was cleaning one day and… and I didn’t mean to snoop, but I just couldn’t help myself. She had a small box of pictures and other things. Well, there was a photo of the two of you in there.”

My eyebrows shoot up as I stare at her. Bentley keeps a picture of us? I know I fucked her good in the back of my Jeep, but was it really that good? Ah, fuck me, of course it was. I’ve been dwelling on her for the last seven years, too, but who can blame me? Oh, my sexy, sweet Bentley. What I’m going to do to her ass when she gets home. But then I remember I wasn’t going to revealmyself to her just yet. She’s like a skittish cat, I can’t scare her away before I know how she truly feels.

Until I come clean, I’m going to rock her world until she’s mine again.

“So, you know that I knew her before my father did, right?” I ask, as she nods. “My father can never know this, Maggie.”

She looks nervous again, moving away from me as I stand up and square my shoulders.

“I promise, Mr. Price. I won’t say a thing.”

“Then why did you tell me that you found my briefs this morning?” I have to know what else is in that head of hers. This woman is smart. She wouldn’t threaten me with this knowledge if she didn’t plan to use it against me. “What do you want, Maggie?”

Shaking her head, she steps closer to the door and finally says, “I want you to know I see how Bentley looks at you. I’ve never seen her look at your father that way. You and her both deserve some happiness after everything. Your secret is safe with me, but I can’t promise anything when your father comes home. He’s smart, Gabe.”

Fuck. She’s totally throwing me for a loop right now. What do I say to this? Thanks…?

“How does she look at me?” I ask instead. Over everything she just said, that’s the one thing I want an answer to. Fuck, Bentley is seriously messing with my head.

Maggie smiles warmly. “Like you’re the only man in the world, Mr. Price.”

My heart thunders as I bite my bottom lip to prevent myself from grinning like a damn idiot. I just thought she looked at me like that because I’m blowing her mind with orgasms. Fuck me. This is what I want, but how do I tell her I feel the same way?

“Thanks for telling me, Maggie.”

She nods. “Take care of each other, Mr. Gabe. I’ll keep your father at bay for as long as I can, but you know…”

“Yeah, I know. He’ll have our fucking heads if he finds out.” My phone dings a new text message, pulling my attention away from her for a split second. “Oh, and Maggie?”

Pausing in the doorway, she glances at me. “Yes, Mr. Price?”

“Don’t let Bentley know I remember who she is either. I want to be the one to break it to her.”

She smirks. “Very well, Mr. Price, but I would do it sooner rather than later. Marcus will be home in…” she looks down at her tiny watch around her wrist, adding, “three and a half days.”

Right. Three and a half days until my fuckwad father comes home and takes what’s legally his. Think, Gabe, think! But my phone dings again, pulling my attention back to the now. Maggie is gone from my doorway as I round my bed and grab my phone. Two messages from my old buddy. What the fuck does he want?

JEFF: Gaaaaaabe!! Where u at fucker?!

JEFF: 2 for 1 drinks asshole. Get down here.

Fuck. I forgot I told that prick I’d meet up with him for some drinks and to catch up, but I don’t want to leave. I literally have three and a half days to win Bentely over for good. She has to be the one to leave my father, but I won’t force her to.

GABE: Hold the fuck on, asshole. I’ll be there when I get there.

---