ROMANCE: Mated to the Bear (Stepbrother Paranormal Shifter) (Threesome Taboo Romance) (44 page)

“I deal with some nasty sharks sometimes. They would eat you alive.” He touch his nose to hers and smiled. “I don’t want that. I’ll keep you safe.”

“Will you really?” She sounded so cute. She laced her fingers with his as his other hand drew circles over her still hardened nipple.

“You’re mine forever to protect. Remember?”

She smiled genuinely as she kissed him this time, slowly falling asleep. She was happy, and she thought maybe she really hadn’t been all this time.

Chapter 7

A few months passed. Alyssa woke up at 7 A.M. to the sun shining and the birds chirping in her new apartment. This one was more spacious, with a bigger kitchen with new, high-quality pots and pans courtesy of Jonathan. With her gracious pay raise, she was able to upgrade all of her furniture as well, opting with a lovely white color that complemented her modern living room quite nicely.

She went to the kitchen and started chopping up fruits and tossed them into a blender, blending them up with ice to turn it into a delicious smoothie and pouring it into a to-go cup. Then she hopped into the shower, blasting music from the radio and singing along. Getting out, it was chilly but she air dried her body and blew dried her wavy hair straight. Then she slipped into a high-waisted black skirt with a white ruffled blouse tucked in and a thin red belt to fuse the outfit together. A black blazer waited patiently for her to complete the look.

This was her favorite ensemble when she and her mother went shopping for suits. Her mother went on about how this was a similar outfit she wore when she started to work for Jonathan’s dad as an assistant, which was how they met. Alyssa wondered if her mom had suspected something was going on between her and Jonathan, but she wouldn’t ever know because her mother hasn’t said a word and the siblings would never tell.

The day was bright and full of possibilities. Things looked positive every day. She no longer suffered financially, and she had made great friends through the company. Her sex life was excellent, she went out to destress every weekend, whether it was with Jonathan, getting manicures and pedicures with the ladies from work or dancing the night away at the bar with free drinks all night. Her life may not be perfect or even ideal to most, but it was perfect for her at this moment, and she was happy. That’s all that matters.

Everything in her life had been elevated because of Jonathan and his way of life. And to think, none of this would have happened if she decided against taking her drunken stepbrother home to make sure he was safe.

THE END

Stepbrother

Masked

A Billionaire Stepbrother Romance

By: Madelin Brook

Table of Contents

About the Story

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Epilogue

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ABOUT THE STORY

Stepbrother Masked

Alan Fetzer is a 23-year old billionaire who built his wealth on lucrative real estate deals and business foreclosures. Beginning to burn out from all his hard work, Alan is ready for a brief departure from his usual routine. Alan’s best friend and fellow billionaire, Maxwell Hart suggests he come over to an exclusive invite-only masquerade ball, sure to please even the most cultured aristocrats and elitists. And, the evening proves to be far beyond Alan’s wildest dreams when he meets a masked woman who captures his imagination and wins his heart. Yet, the young billionaire misses the opportunity to find out who she was and where he can find her.

Though he remains distantly connected to his family, Alan is eager to help his mom when she asks him for a small favor. She entrusts Alan to take care of his 18-year old stepsister, Tiffany Dempsey while she is on summer break before heading to college. Little does Alan realize, the little girl he remembers is now a grown woman. And, Tiffany finally has the chance she has dreamed of - being with her childhood crush.

What does Alan do when Tiffany makes awkward advances on him? Will this destroy his family ties? And, if he acts on his impulses, will he lose the chance to be with the masked woman? Can Alan be a playboy just like his best friend, Maxwell? Or, does he have to choose between the woman of his dreams and the woman he shouldn’t have?

Chapter 1

Alan could sense by the grave tone in the masked woman’s voice, she wasn’t parting ways with her disguise. Her reasoning seemed deeply rooted in maintaining anonymity more than respecting the house rules. But, Alan had become somewhat intimate very quick with this woman and now he feared the worst with this masked woman.

“No! I told you that I can’t take this off and that’s final!” The masked woman burst from the king-sized canopy bed, brushing her way through the golden sheer cloth curtains that hung from the overhead posts. She hurriedly dressed into her light pink evening gown, and snatched her heels off the floor.

“Wait!” Reality washed over him once he realized that he blew it with this mysterious woman. “I’m sorry. Come back, I promise I won’t…”

The bedroom door slammed shut as Alan fumbled for his dress slacks and mask. He wasn’t afraid of revealing his identity to the young lady, but apparently she was not ready for that type of commitment. Alan never got her name, or any clue of where she lived, but he was sure that he’d catch her before she left Maxwell Hart’s Mansion.

Never bothering with the rest of his dress attire, Alan slipped the mask back over his face and sprinted out the bedroom door in pursuit of his newly found friend. He’d never felt so passionately for someone as he did right now and he hardly understood why he needed to know who she was. But, Alan felt that if he could only put out this one fire, he may preserve the only thing right about this evening—this blond beauty covered with the porcelain mask.

“Wait! Stop!” Alan looked up the long hallway and back to the other direction. A small collection of people was gathered at a doorway. In hot pursuit, Alan ran to the group only to find it was more party goers enjoying the close company of one another. If Alan were any other man, he would have succumbed to the temptation. But, Alan was a different breed—a renaissance man of sorts; a gentleman with traditional values of honoring a woman and devoid of chauvinistic qualities.

Exasperated, he threw his hands up, ran his fingers through his messy hair and continued to dash to the foyer with the lit, oversized fountain. As the young man ran harder and faster, a stitch dug into his stomach and a spasm shot through his leg.

“Damn it,” he slowed down, nursing his horsed-up leg. “Hey!...Hey!...”

Cupping his hands over his mouth, Alan shouted down the remainder of the corridor to the entryway. A few half-clothed party attendees began to gather around the fountain as they looked to see what the fuss was over.

“Stop that woman! Stop her!” Through grit teeth, Alan yelled in vain to the party guests. It was no fault of theirs. After all, there were tons of women in the enormous Hart Mansion and they couldn’t begin to know who it was. Outside of the uniquely decorated porcelain masks assigned to the female guests, no one could be sure which woman he screamed for.

Wild-eyed, Alan cursed his leg, stomped his foot and quickly limped his way to the large wooden double doors at the front entry. He hissed with each breath and cursed at Maxwell for what he did earlier to his butler. All of this could have been avoided had the butler still been working and on duty that night. Yet, there was no back up at the front door, not even the security guards. Most likely, the guards had called it a night or joined the decadence and debauchery of the evening.

Alan flung the door wide open and was immediately greeted by the humid summer breeze from the evening. Dozens of cars still remained in the driveway and the valet server snoozed at his station on the end of the red carpet just outside the entrance.

Bare feet and not giving a damn, Alan composed himself enough to speed walk to the gentleman. Looking around, not a soul was in sight outside of slumbering worker at his valet station.

“Hey,” Alan gently called to the man. The valet steward didn’t respond. “Hey, sir?!”

The valet attendant, spooked awake by Alan’s sudden cry, jumped enough to lose his red cap. He was an older man with reading spectacles hugging the tip of his nose. Immediately, the aged gentleman smacked his lips together and wiped away a bit of drool from the corner of his Fu Manchu mustache.

“What-what…” The old valet attendant glared at Alan. “What’s all the yelling about?!”

“Listen, there was a young...” Alan stopped, breathed deeply and bit down on a knuckle as the strained leg tightened to a new extreme. The pain was enough to take the wind out of him. Rather than try to get information about where the masked woman ran off to, Alan reached into his left pants pocket and pulled out his ticket.

“Here,” Alan handed the man the number for his car. “Look, I don’t have much time. I had to go, like, thirty seconds ago…”

The old man snatched the ticket from Alan’s hand, tipped his head back and peered through his reading spectacles. Though the man looked experienced at life, he certainly wasn’t very good at his job. Alan staggered over to the man and looked over his shoulder to read him the number.

The aging valet peered over his shoulder at Alan and sneered at him.

“Do you mind? I can do my own job, thank you…” the valet sulked back toward his booth, fumbled for his keys and opened the lock box with all the car keys.

Damn it, come on!
Alan impatiently jittered in place. He figured that if he could jump in his car, he could chase after the nearest car and hope that it was his woman.

“Oh, shit,” the old man mumbled as he knocked an entire rack of keys to the ground. The clanging of metal raining to the pavement was enough to make Alan’s heart sink. There was no way the sleepy valet would find his key right away. And, he didn’t dare help him for fear of the old man’s fury.

Defeated, Alan placed his hands on his hips and tossed his head back. The clear night sky gave way to slight sparkles of stars. Had the driveway lights been turned out, Alan could’ve easily laid on the fluffy green lawn and snoozed till morning. At this point, Alan just didn’t care. The masked woman was long gone and now he had the night alone with a slightly grumpy old man fumbling for keys scattered all over the ground at his valet station.

He knew it wasn’t this poor gentleman’s fault and rather than inadvertently creating another scene like earlier, Alan chose to step forward and drop to one knee.

“Here, can I help out?” Alan grabbed a few sets of keys and handed them to the valet.

“Oh, thanks, I’ve got it, kid,” the man looked up and flashed a smile to Alan. It was enough to break the somber mood that settled in Alan.

“Hey, I’m Alan Fetzer. I’m a good friend of Maxwell’s.” Alan offered his hand to the gentleman and was met with a blank stare.

“Kid, I saw some things tonight that make me believe I shouldn’t be shaking anyone’s hand without wearing a set of latex gloves.” Alan smirked nervously back to the man and shook his head in agreement.

“Yeah, I guess I could understand that…” Alan muttered to himself.

The elderly man slowly rose to his feet and grabbed a small plastic container with tips. He handed it down to Alan, who grew a little confused.

Alan was far beyond needing a few extra bucks these days and he knew that this man’s gig as a valet attendant couldn’t pay very much. Very kindly, Alan waved the old man’s offer away.

“Well, I thought you said you’d help me?!” The old man stated. “Oh, shit…”

Realizing that his entire night’s worth of tips was in the container, the aged valet emptied the cash onto the counter top. Not a bit of change came spilling out, as the twenties, fifties and hundreds littered his station. Alan rethought how badly off this man was after all. This valet gig probably netted him a couple thousand for a night’s work and whatever the contracted company paid him per hour.

“There now,” he handed the empty container to Alan.

He held the plastic box with a firm grasp and they both made eye contact. Alan found himself in yet another awkward moment.
What now?!
Alan thought.

“My name’s Earl Goodman,” the old man shook the plastic.

Fair enough
, thought Alan. “Thanks.”

After cleaning up and re-racking all the keys into spots that Earl guessed were correct, Alan stepped back and looked up again at the open night sky. He inhaled deeply. Sweat dripped down his face and trickled down his back. Alan wiped the perspiration from his midsection and delicately rubbed the moisture on his pants.

Earl shuffled off into the dark among all the rows of cars. The soft hum of an engine broke the quiet. Within seconds, Earl pulled up in Alan’s prized two-toned Audi R8. The door swung open and Earl bounced out of the car and onto his feet. Surveying Alan from head to toe, Earl shifted to one hip and pulled the reading glasses from his nose.

“Kid, you ain’t got shoes on,” Earl chuckled. “Of course, what I’ve seen so far, you’re probably the best-dressed person leaving this evening. Anyone that came through earlier hardly had a stitch of clothes on. Here…” Alan politely chuckled and sat down in his front seat.

Alan never bothered to turn back for the remainder of his clothes. Instead, he opted to head home and sort out all this mess later in the week. He was sure that his best friend and host of the masquerade ball, Maxwell, would know who he was looking for. Of course, it was hard telling what Maxwell knew these days since he had so many people doing his work for him. In fact, it’d be no surprise to Alan if most of the guests were complete strangers who received random invitations in the mail. And the few men that were invited were probably friends just like Alan.

Alan was so absorbed in his thoughts that he hardly noticed his driveway as he passed it by. Making a quick turnaround in his neighbor’s driveway, Alan sped into his long entrance and up to his front door.

No butlers here and no servants on call for Alan. He was a simple man and only needed a few things in his life. Friends, family and his fortune…but now, he was beginning to believe there’d be one additional need on that list—a female companion. His days were growing lonelier and his heart heavier. The one hope to fulfill that fourth need seemed to be the masked woman from the masquerade ball.

Sleep would have to come first and then he’d sort things out. Thankfully, his kid stepsister was coming in the afternoon. Maybe she could bring more life into this empty mansion. But, again, in the meantime—sleep.

As soon as Alan plopped onto the duvet covering his circular California King bed, he drifted into slumber.