An affair with my husband's son

Later that night...

Adrian's POV: 

I never expected to meet the new wife my father got married to this quickly. 

So, after that old man killed my mother, he decided to get married to a very young girl to replace her? 

And what was Julianne and Kathy saying? I angrily smashed the cup I was holding, rising up on my feet. 

How could they be satisfied that their father got married to another woman just after leaving our own mother? 

It was just a week since mother died, and Dad used that fucking opportunity to get married to a younger lady who looks as if she is just eighteen or seventeen. 

I angrily glared at the shards on the floor, as the servants were packing it up. 

Did my dad just get married to an underage girl just to make sure I get pissed off?

   That motherfucking asshole of a father! 

I sighed, raised to look up the stairs if I could see her anywhere, but she was nowhere to be found. 

I filled up two glasses of whiskey. 

Of course she would love to have a glass, wouldn't she? 

I met her at a club before. Of course she would love to take a sip. 

        I walked up the stairs. 

    "Good day s..." 

    "Where is her room?" 

The servant pointed at the room right opposite mine. 

      A grin appeared on my face.  

Father made a very bad mistake installing the sheep there, beside the wolf's den. 

      I got to the door, knocked. 

She didn't answer at first, then I knocked again. 

         "Nanny Elsa, is that you?" 

I could hear her hurried footsteps, then a click— she opened the door. She was in her pajamas, her hair - wet. And very well, I could see her pink nipples standing right in the pajamas she was wearing. 

She looks extremely small. Is she really seventeen? She looks 5'0 feet tall, or perhaps 4'8? 

"Oh, goddess." She quickly wrapped her arms around her chest. She caught me red-handed, but did I care? NO!

     I stepped in, didn't wait for her to tell me to come in. "Sir?" 

  I coated my face with a smile, as I playfully clicked her forehead with my index finger. 

She raised her brows, wondering why I did that. 

  "I didn't see you downstairs all day. I was worried about you."

Her face screamed, 'YOU WERE WORRIED ABOUT ME?!' 

   "I...um...I...was just here. Here. Yes." 

Immediately she said that, she slammed her hand on her forehead, obviously embarrassed. 

"It's okay. Would you like a drink?" 

She shook her head. "No, I don't drink." 

 Lie!

I clicked her head again. "Do you really want me to say it?" 

     "Say what?" She looked confused. 

  "Have you really forgotten where I met you the last time?" 

Her face immediately became glum. She never expected I would catch her right where I wanted to.  "Or should I remind you?" 

    "I...uh... I...I was forced there. You know, it was my birthday then, so I was forced to go there by my friends, and I couldn't say no to them..." She chuckled, sounding embarrassed. "Gosh, I am saying rubbish again." 

    "So, what should I do about this then? I brought it, for us to have a toast. You wouldn't say no to me, would you?" 

   "Bu..but I don't..." 

I forced it in her hand. "A drink won't hurt. Just a drink, and I promise, you won't get drunk." 

She finally freed her chest, dropping her left hand. 

       What a nice view. 

  I clicked my glass with hers, waiting for her to drink up, but she was still hesitating. 

I took a sip from mine, waiting for her to drink too. 

She faked a smile at me, looked back at the drink, before drinking it all up. 

       She coughed out.

"Ah, good." I collected the glass from her. "Told you it will be alright. Look at you, are you drunk?"

She shook her head in reply. 

"Which means you can take another one." I gave her my drink to take. 

I would really love it if she gets drunk. Some stuff she would need to spill, some things I would love to hear from her own mouth. 

"But..." 

"I promise you won't get drunk. I can drink the whole bottle without getting crazy. Trust me, two shots wouldn't even make you tipsy." 

     But she already looks tipsy from that one glass she took. 

She took down the drink at a go, coughed again before giving back the glass to me. 

     "Told you two glasses won't kill." 

    "I...um...I feel a little bit tipsy though." 

   "Promise you will feel very okay soon." 

I sat on the chair. She looks entertaining and quite funny too. 

"It's such a small world. I started another conversation. I remembered saving you at the club before, and now, the beautiful lady I saved, ended up being my stepmom." 

"Um, Adrian?"

"Yes?" 

"Can I have another glass please?" 

I raised my brows in surprise. "Another glass?" 

"Yes, please."

Well, that was unexpected. 

   She took two more glasses of whiskey which was what I never expected. I never expect her to drink more than two glasses. 

She giggled, playing with the small content of wine remaining. "I feel so happy today. Today, I d... drank a lot of alcohol." 

Maybe this was the right content she needed to drink for her to spill it all. 

She lifts her face to look at mine, her eyes lit up. 

   "You are way TOO handsome to be true, Adrian." 

"Yeah, I get that a lot. So, what is your plan after today." 

"Two plans I have after tonight. One, run away;  Two, fuck you." She laughed. "I would love to fuck you." 

        I lift my brows. "Really?" 

       She nodded. 

"Um um, you are too delicious not to eat." 

   "Do you love my dad?" 

"Hell no! Damnit!! I don't!" Just what I wanted to hear. 

"So do you want his money?" 

       She tilted her head.

 "Who doesn't want money?" Then she grinned, "And who doesn't want you?"