Chapter 3

Eva's POV

His eyes went wide for one second and I just stood there, unable to move. Hope this isn't what I'm thinking.

I hope it's Logan coming with his dad to show him his soon to be girlfriend which was me.

His father was older, sharper, and expensive. He was smiling at me warmly with Logan's exact eyes.

"Eva!" My mother appeared behind me. "This is Ryan. And his son..."

So It's true, this is my mum's soon to be husband.

"Logan," I said. My voice came out strange and flat.

My mother blinked. "You two know each other?"

Logan looked at me. His jaw was tight and his eyes said a hundred things he couldn't say out loud.

"School," he said quietly. "We go to the same school."

Ryan extended his hand with a wide easy smile and I shook it and smiled back. He said something that must have made sense but I couldn't hear it.

All I could hear was my own heartbeat. Logan was going to be my stepbrother.

The boy I had slept with last night was going to be my stepbrother and his father was standing in my doorway smiling at me like I was already family and I had to stand here and pretend.

I stepped back and let them both inside. The door clicked shut behind them.

Dinner was the most uncomfortable experience of my life. Ryan was chitchatting with my mum and my mum laughed

at everything he said .I hadn't seen her so happy in years. They looked good together but Ryan looked much younger, I'd say he was 37 while my mum was 42.

I stared at my food and felt sick. Logan sat directly across from me and every time I looked up he was already looking.

I looked at my food again.

"So the plan is a small ceremony," Ryan was saying. "Just family, nothing elaborate." He reached across and covered my mother's hand with his. "We've wasted enough time already."

My mother smiled at him and something in my chest pulled tight.

"And the house," Ryan continued, looking at me directly now. "It's big enough for everyone comfortably. Eva you'll have your own room, your own space. I want you to feel at home."

"Thank you," I said.

My voice came out normal.

"Logan can show you around when we move in," Ryan added. "He knows the place better than anyone."

I felt Logan go still across the table without looking at him.

"Sure," Logan said. "Happy to."

Immediately we were done, my mother washed and I dried the plates.

"He's lovely isn't he," she said.

"Mum." I set a plate down carefully. "I need you to think about this properly."

"I have thought about it."

"Four months isn't very long..."

"It's long enough." She handed me a glass. "Eva I've been alone for eleven years. I've been struggling for eleven years.

Ryan is a good man and he wants to take care of us and I am not going to apologize for saying yes."

"I'm not asking you to apologize. I just think..."

"There is nothing you can say that will change my mind." Her voice was gentle but completely certain. "I love him. And I am marrying him."

I dried the glass slowly and said nothing.There was nothing to say.I couldn't tell her why I was really panicking. I couldn't explain that the polite boy sitting across from me at dinner had had his hands all over me less than twenty four hours ago. That I got wet by just his touch.

I put the glass away and excused myself. The night air outside was cold and quiet.

I sat on the front step with my arms around my knees and stared at the empty street and tried to arrange my thoughts. It wasn't working.

I heard footsteps behind me. I didn't need to turn around to know it was Logan.

He sat beside me on the step leaving a gap between us. We sat in silence for a moment.

"We need to fix this," he said quietly.

"There's nothing to fix. They're getting married."

"Eva..."

"My mother just told me nothing will stop her. Your dad looks like a man who gets what he wants." I turned to look at him finally. "What exactly do you think we're fixing?"

He looked kind of frustrated.

"I like you," he said simply. "I liked you at that party and I liked you this morning and I cannot just switch that off because our parents decided to..."

"You have to," I said. "We both have to."

"That's not..."

"Logan." My voice came out steadier than I felt. "Whatever happened last night doesn't exist anymore. It can't."

He looked at me for a long moment.

"Fine," he said finally.

He stood, said goodnight to my mother through the door and got into Ryan's car without looking back. I watched the car disappear down the road and sat on the step alone for a long time.

Later that evening I visited Layla and told her every single detail.

Eva." She stared at me when I finished. "You slept with your stepbrother."

"He wasn't my stepbrother then."

"He is now."

"Layla I know."

"Like he is literally..."

"I know!" I pressed the throw pillow beside me over my face. "I know, I know, I know."

She was quiet for a second. "Was it at least worth it?"

I threw the pillow at her.

They got married exactly one week later.

Small ceremony, just family, exactly like Ryan had said. My mother wore cream and cried happy tears and Ryan looked at her the way men look at things they have been waiting for and I stood beside Layla in the back and held it together.

"Are you okay?" Layla whispered.

"No."

"Do you want to leave?"

"I can't leave."

She held my hand through the whole thing without asking anything else. That was why she was my best friend.

Ryan's house was a mansion.

That was the only word for it. Wide entrance, high ceilings, a staircase that curved upward . My mother walked through it and looked at me with happiness.

My room was on the second floor. Large, clean, looking like a masters bedroom. More space than I had ever had. Windows lllloverlooking the garden, a desk, a wardrobe already waiting.

And right next door, separated by one wall, Logan's room.

I unpacked slowly and put my clothes into the wardrobe. Books onto the desk. I was arranging my things on the dresser when the knock came.

I turned around slowly and already knew.

I opened the door and Logan leaned against the frame with his arms folded looking at me the way he had across the dinner table last week.

"lYou good?" he said.

"Fine."

"Liar."

I turned back to the dresser. "What do you want Logan."

He stepped inside and closed the door.

"I want you Eva, I want to be inside you, I can't take my mind off your perfect body". He said quietly.

"But...but we're now step siblings".

"No one said I can't fuck my step sister, Eva you're my responsibility, you're mine to please. I know you want me inside you, just say it!!". He stepped closer raising my chin up.

I looked at him without saying a word. He gripped my waist and pulled me closer. We hugged and one hand went down to my ass, rubbing it and spanking it while the other pinched my nipples so hard, I felt my clits throb.

"You've been a huge distraction Eva...". He murmurs, lips brushing my ear.

He took my hand to his dick, I could feel how hard he was through his trousers. I took my hand inside and pulled out his hard cock. Only seeing it made my nipples hard.

"logan...I want your dick", I whispered while my hand wrapped tightly around his hard cock.

"Get on your knees little sis!", my legs moved before my mind caught up .

I pulled down his trousers with force and his balls sprang out, his dick was upright waiting for me to suck it.