Stepbrother: No Boundaries Read Online Free

than I did when I worked as a secretary. I guess I’m afraid to. I’m afraid of what he’ll think. I’m afraid he’ll think I’m using him when I didn’t ask for any of this. It’s such a large sum of money that no matter what normal day to day things I buy, it doesn’t change… I still get chills when I think about how much he’s babying me… He was never like this to me until I slept with him.
     
    I get dressed and go out for coffee; I’m supposed to meet my friend Amy at eight before she heads into work at nine. Amy, my friend from my past life, the life I had just a while ago before I got with my stepbrother. I didn’t want to quit my job but he insisted, he said he didn’t care what anyone said about us or anyone who judged me. He said I was slaving away at my place of employment for a peasant’s salary, and he was probably right.
     
    I walk into the café and see that Amy’s already there. She’s sipping a drink when I walk past the thirsty customers in line in the cramped space of the Café on the Upper West Side. She looks at me with weird bulging eyes like she has since I told her about it.... About my stepbrother. I wonder what she’s thinking and it makes me feel sick. Amy’s down on her luck and I pray she doesn’t resent me. I walk over and hug her.
     
    “I know I just saw you two weeks ago but I hate going that long.” I say warmly.
    “It feels like forever, girl.” She hugs me tight and I motion towards the counter where I go order my drink.
     
    I come back to the table and Amy’s sitting cross legged with her lips pursed. Great, now she’s going to ask me how everything’s going and I’m going to have to pretend like it’s not going amazing.
     
    “So…” She draws her words out, “How’s everything goooing ?”
    “Oh, you know.” I say.
    She looks blankly at me and appears annoyed, “No, I really don’t. Come on girl, give me the scoop. What’s it like being the toy of a billionaire?”
     
    She doesn’t mention the fact that it’s Scott, my stepbrother. Thank god. But it still pisses me off. Who the hell does she think she’s talking to? She may be my friend but I’ll slap her in the face if she ever calls me a toy again.
     
    “ Toy ?” I ask sharply as my eyes narrow. I can be a coldhearted bitch if you fuck with me; maybe Amy’s forgotten that.
    “Well, I mean…” She pauses, “You know what I mean .”
    “I think you could simply call us boy and girlfriend. And it’s going good.” I say, deciding not to lie, “Very, very good.”
    “How much money has he given you?”
    “A lot, but I didn’t ask for it. That’s not why I’m with him.”
    “He’s handsome, that’s why you’re with him right?” She rolls her eyes.
    “Well, that’s one reason. I like his personality. He’s bringing me out of my shell.”
    “You say what you think. When have you ever been in a shell ? Just admit it, I’d be with him for his money too.”
    “You’d be with him if he was a bum considering how good looking he is. I know about you and your fetish for handsome men with square jaws.” I laugh and feel my heartbeat slowing, finally. I’m not mad anymore.
    “Can’t say you’re wrong. How’s living the dream going?” She smiles and it looks like she’s trying not to break down in tears, “Not working , not having to worry about a weekly paycheck….” Her voice switches from stern to trembling. Tears start to swell up in her big brown eyes.
    “Amy…” I say slowly.
    “What?” She asks suddenly, “Did I strike a chord?” A devilish grin appears on her face, although her big brown eyes above her twisted mouth are still watery.
    “No… But I’d like some of this little coffee date to be about you , rather than me getting bombarded with questions about myself. Nothing’s changed, Amy. I just have more money and I don’t have to work at the moment. I’ve only been with Scott a few months and that could all change.”
     
    She takes a deep