RICH BOY BRIT (A Bad Boy Stepbrother Romance) (24 page)

“That’s okay,” Willow chimed in. “Completely understandable. Baby steps.”

“Alright,” Chance said and wiped his lips. “I will see you folks later.”

“I’m coming with you, Chance,” Claire said as she finished the last morsel of food on her plate. Anywhere but right there with their crazy love struck parents.

CHAPTER 14

Claire sat on the balcony looking across at the one similar to hers. She could see his silhouette, and she smiled as she thought about his hands on her body. Her mind circled around to their parents. By all indications, she and Chance wouldn’t see each other much, at least not openly. She wasn’t yet sure how they would keep their relationship a secret, but at present it was a necessary evil.

She didn’t want to spend time with Chance so soon after their parents’ announcement and their apparent accord, and she didn’t want to run into her mother or Bryan, either. She was, therefore, left with her wayward mind for company. Claire spent a majority of the day in her room with her tablet, catching up on a novel she had begun reading a month ago but had not finished. Back then she’d had a wedding to plan, and most of her time had been consumed with the preparation of it. Right now she should have been parasailing with Trent or biking along the coast like they had planned to do. They were supposed to have children and spend the rest of their lives together. So much was supposed to happen that didn’t and wouldn’t happen again, and even more was happening that she had not planned for.

She had taken the advice of her mother and best friend and had come to St. Lucia to unwind and get away from the stress of a broken heart. But how does one do that while carrying the heart inside? She had brought her broken heart with her, and instead of nursing it to keep it from being wounded again, it had decided to latch itself on to the first moving target. She had not planned on Chance, and in some ways she wasn’t sure she was ready for him. And even while she was trying to figure it out, her mother had made sure he would be in her life forever. Such was her tragedy, she thought as she tried to focus on her tablet.

It was at page 184 where she had left it, but she saw nothing but white. Her mind was a maze of confusion.

“Claire?” she heard Amy call from the other side of the door.

“It’s open,” she replied.

Amy walked in and saw Claire in bed, and the expression on her face made her smile disappear. “Claire, are you all right?” she asked as she climbed into bed next to her.

“That’s a good question,” Claire responded. “I don’t know how I feel about anything. Two weeks ago I was happy. A week ago I was confused and hurt, and three days ago I was happy again. Now I just don’t know. Chance was supposed to be nothing but a fling, and even that turned into something else,” she said and threw her hands up in the air. “And my mom had to go and marry his dad. What are the odds?”

“I know,” Amy said. “I’m pretty speechless about the whole thing. I knew they were seeing each other, but I didn’t see this coming. I thought we would have a great time here and go back to our lives. Now it seems I’m the only one leaving the guy behind.”

For the first time that morning, Claire smiled. “Maybe you should invite Mario along. At this rate, why leave here without a man?”

“Hold on, let me get my cell,” she said and attempted to move.

“Get back here, silly,” Claire laughed.

“So, what are you going to do about Chance? You can’t see him anymore.”

“I don’t know,” Claire said. She couldn’t mention she was still involved with Chance; it would make it a lot easier and less uncomfortable for everyone.

“So,” Amy began. “Will you have to move again?”

“I have been thinking of getting my own place. I was really supposed to leave home after the wedding that never happened,” she told her. “Mom asked me to go with her. I guess she needs my company to settle down.”

“Maybe Chance won’t be there at all,” Amy suggested.

“Perhaps he won’t,” Claire repeated and sighed. “He probably has his own island, too.”

Amy laughed at her words. “That’s a genuine possibility. Don’t worry about it, Claire,” she said. “In time, this will all seem more and more like a dream.”

“I hope so.”

“I can’t say I’m happy about any of this; it doesn’t seem right that you have been shafted twice in two weeks,” Amy pouted. “What about you and Chance and you know…sleeping together and stuff?”

Claire blushed at Amy’s words. She hadn’t mentioned they had slept together, but anyone who had hung around them would see that they had. Plus, Amy knew he slept over in her room that first night.

Claire placed her tablet on the bed and got up then. “Okay, now I need a distraction; let’s go get some sun before we go back. Goodness knows when we will get to see a beach like this again. Chance is really in the past. Whatever we had between us was fleeting and is over. Tomorrow is our last day on the island, and I want to make the best of it.”

They spent the day swimming in the cove, after which they enjoyed the spa at the hotel. At the end of the day, they felt light and rejuvenated. But Claire had an uneasy feeling about Chance, and she wondered how he had spent his day. She didn’t disclose this to Amy; she had to keep up appearances to convince everyone nothing was going on anymore. Maybe it was good they found a different way to spend their day.

The following day, she didn’t get to say goodbye to Chance. Claire was distraught, but she also understood his position. Maybe it was best they didn’t see each other before she left. Less painful that way. Not that she could avoid him forever. He was a permanent part of her life, whether she liked it or not.

Bryan drove them to the airport after promising Willow a few days to tie up loose ends in Miami. The flight home was uneventful, and as soon as Claire stepped into her house, she received an unexpected call.

“Trent?” She recognized his voice instantly. “What the fuck?”

“Claire, can I see you? I’ve tried calling every day but couldn’t get through to you.”

“Trent,” she barked, “I have nothing to say to you. Go back to your lover.”

“It’s over, Claire. I was stupid,” he said. “I made a mistake.”

“That’s your prerogative. Please leave me alone and stay away from me. I want nothing more to do with you.”

“Claire,” he pleaded. “I love you.”

“There was a time when I actually believed that,” she yelled. “Until I saw you with someone else.”

“Claire, that was…Gosh! It’s not what you think,” he said, frustrated. “Just let me come over and I will explain.”

“You think I’m stupid? Don’t call me again,” she said and hung up before he could plead with her.

“Trent?” Willow asked from behind her.

“Unfortunately,” Claire said, her palm on her forehead. “Not quite the welcome I needed.”

“Just ignore him,” Willow said. “I know you have a lot to deal with, but just give it some time.”

“All I have is time,” she said sarcastically. “I’m not in a rush.”

“I know, Claire, and I feel terrible for the part I played in this.”

Claire didn’t respond; she simply sighed and wheeled her luggage upstairs and sat on her bed. She looked at the house that had been home to her for so many years. So much had changed for her in such a short time. She had lost her fiancé, had sex with her stepbrother, acquired a stepfather, and was preparing to leave the home she had grown up in. To be honest, she didn’t mind moving to Bryan’s because that meant Chance would be more accessible, but she had so much to do before she actually left town. She had to quit her job, change her address, cancel accounts, and say goodbye to her friends. Claire wasn’t sure she was ready for that, and she laid sprawled on the bed while her world spun out of control.

Three days later, she only had her personal items to pack. Her office hadn’t been pleased when she’d informed them of her immediate resignation, but they understood she had no choice.

Willow was in high spirits, and Claire didn’t blame her. After all, she was a new bride. By the time the moving truck pulled up a week later, Willow was over the moon. To Claire’s disappointment, Chance wasn’t there, but Bryan had flown in ahead of the truck. They would ship some of the items Willow wanted to keep, and the truck would take the rest to a storage facility Bryan had leased. It wasn’t a long drive to the airstrip where they saw the same jet they had seen at the island. They boarded the plane, and for most of the flight, Claire kept to herself while watching her mother and her lover talk for a time that seemed endless.

When they finally landed on the drive outside the home in Los Angeles, Claire was awed by the size of the place. “This is your house?” she asked Bryan. “It’s more of a mansion than a house.”

“Well, it isn’t really a mansion based on the actual proportions of the land…okay, it’s big,” he conceded and laughed when he saw the look on Claire’s face.

“Yes it is; no need to play it down,” she told him. “And it is nice.”

“A shame we don’t spend a lot of time in it,” he told them, moving to Willow. “But we have a ton of staff; even a maid if you need one.”

“No, thank you,” Claire grinned, amused at the thought of a random stranger bathing her. “I think I’m capable of washing myself.”

Willow and Bryan laughed as he led them across the marble walkway that led to a front porch that could pass for a courtyard. Inside was no less magnificent, with high vaulted ceilings, huge tapestries that fell to spotless tiles, and marble top counters that reflected the light pouring down from the chandeliers that dotted the ceiling. A pair of staircases went from east to west and wound to the first landing where they came together. Claire’s eyes were wide as she admired the carvings in the wood, the designs on the walls, the crystal, and the gold-plated rails that bordered the stairs. When she reached the landing and looked down, she was breathless.

“So, what do you think?” Bryan asked.

“I’m confused. Why don’t you spend time here? This place is a palace. I feel like I’m missing a crown.”

“They are in those drawers right there,” he said, pointing to her right. “Pick any one you like.”

“Are you kidding me?” she asked him, looking at him to see if he was really serious.

“Yes,” he laughed. “But I am glad you like it. You can have your choice of rooms in either wing. Just tell Mandy, our head of housekeeping, and she will get you all set.”

As if on cue, a middle-aged woman came into view wearing a pale blue and white dress and a bright smile.

Claire pointed to the west wing. “I think I’ll take this side. I don’t want the sun in my eyes first thing in the morning.”

“Good choice,” Bryan confirmed. “Mandy, this is my new stepdaughter. Please, make her feel at home.”

“Right away, sir,” the woman said without batting an eye at Bryan’s words. She gestured for Claire to follow her.

Claire followed her, and even though so much had gone wrong over the last few weeks, at least she could enjoy this experience. The only thing that would make her joy complete was Chance. She had thought about asking Bryan about Chance but decided it might not be appropriate, given their history. But she didn’t have to look for him for too long; he appeared behind her like he had been waiting for her to depart from their parents’ view.

“Claire?”

Claire turned, and when she saw him standing there, his hands deep in his pockets, all her doubts and insecurities vanished. He walked towards her and held his hand out to her.

“It’s all right, Mandy,” he told the woman without looking at her. “I think I’ll give my sister a tour of the property.” He had a mischievous look in his eyes that made Claire’s heart leap.

The woman nodded and moved off. Chance took her hand in his and ushered her to the corridor. The first room he found, he pulled her inside and took full possession of her lips and body. Claire responded to him as they quickly stripped and became entangled in each other’s arms. Chance didn’t waste any time pressing his cock against her pussy, which was wet and ready.

“I’ve missed you so much, baby,” Chance said as he thrust into her repeatedly, moaning and groaning and grabbing on to every part of her body he could.

“You can’t imagine,” Claire said as she took his pounding, willing him to take her harder and faster until she reached orgasm.

“I need you,” Chance said as he grunted and came inside of her, her pussy milking all of him.

***

Claire was giggling when Chance peeked out into the hallway a few minutes later.

“Come on,” he called to her, “before we get caught. Dad has a way of sneaking up on people.”

“Yeah, and I’m sure my mom will come see how I’m settling in,” she said as she smoothed her dress and tucked her hair behind her ears.

“So, which room did you choose?” he asked her. “I’d advise blindly picking one, or this could take the rest of the day.”

“I can imagine,” Claire said. Still, she pushed each door back as she passed until finally she gave up. They all had basically the same décor and furnishings. The only thing different about them was the number on the door. “I guess this helps make it easier to find your way around.”

“Believe me, you will find them useful,” he said with a roll of his eyes.