By Nikki Wild
Copyright 2015 Nikki Wild
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CONTENTS
DICK: A Bad Boy Stepbrother Romance
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Six
Seven
Eight
Nine
Ten
Eleven
Twelve
Thirteen
Fourteen
Fifteen
Sixteen
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_ _ ONE _ _
Jessica
I usually didn’t like parties. Everything was always so loud and the concept of personal space seemed a foreign idea. I didn’t like them one bit. They were messy, and I hated messy things. I didn’t get to be where I was by letting my life get messy. But when it came time for graduation I needed some way to say goodbye to all my friends, and throwing a party seemed like the perfect way to do it.
The party itself wasn’t my idea. I owed that all to my best friend, Becky Sanders, who among other things, was the only person I’d ever see again after tonight. Even the house we were using was Becky’s—her parents’, anyway. And despite all my misgivings about the idea, somehow everything actually seemed to be working out in my favor.
The music was a mix of the latest pop artists, some of whom I’d never heard of in my life, though Becky promised me that they would go over well with the guests. I’d spent most of my high school life with my head in a book, surfacing only to practice my violin and maybe attend a mathlete event for the school. I didn’t listen to much music outside of Chopin or Mozart, let alone artists like Katy Perry or Lady Gaga, but the guests all seemed to be enjoying themselves, mingling and talking with one another. I was proud of myself, in fact, for putting on what I felt was a rather sophisticated affair as opposed to some disorganized orgy where the partygoers spent the whole night grinding on one another.
“So, what do you think?”
I turned toward Becky’s voice, offering her a faint, cautious smile. It was a hard question to answer, since I was thinking quite a lot, but she more than likely wanted my opinion on our little soiree.
“It’s… good. I think,” I said around another awkward smile. Her own smile faltered, and I quickly tried to rephrase. “I mean, I’m having a good time. It’s a really nice party. I just… I’m not used to being around so many people at once. I mean, I know them all—most of them, anyway—but still, being in a crowd like this puts me a little on edge.”
Becky’s smile returned as she pushed a lock of hair back behind her ear. “How is it that you managed to score a boyfriend before me? You’re like the queen of awkward, Jess. I mean, you hardly ever go out, and then you get a hunk like Michael, of all people, to fall for you.”
I felt my stomach drop as she mentioned my ex-boyfriend’s name. It had only been a few weeks since our last breakup, and the wounds were still fresh. I swallowed, remembering how things with Michael had been. Bittersweet was probably the most appropriate term to describe our relationship—mostly bitter, toward the end.
“I don’t really want to talk about Michael right now,” I said, wrapping myself up in my arms. “It’s bad enough you invited him.”
“You two are so cute together, though!” she said, looking into the crowd where Michael was holding court with a few of his friends. “I thought having him here would help you to patch things up with him.”
Unlike most of the people who ran in our circles, Michael didn’t fit the typical stereotype, especially not in looks. He was brilliant, charming, handsome, and had an impeccable sense of style. It didn’t hurt that he had parents who had spoiled him from the day he was born. But there was a much darker side to the handsome man that was Michael Claiborne.
“I don’t think I want to patch things up with Michael, Becky,” I said, looking toward the handsome young man one more time.
“Oh, it can’t have been that bad. Look, if you’re not interested do you mind if I give him a try?”
“Trust me, you don’t want anything to do with Michael,” I said, giving her a stern look. “Michael is bad news.”
“Well tell me why!” she complained, pouting like a scolded child. “Why would you dump him?”
“I said that I don’t want to talk about it,” I replied, lowering my voice to a hiss. “Please, can we talk about something else?”
Becky looked at me for a moment, scrunching up her face. She seemed utterly baffled by my refusal to discuss what she could only assume was a simple breakup—but it had been so much more than that. Michael had brought out a side of me that I felt ashamed of, a side that I never wanted to see the light of day for as long as I lived.
“Sorry,” she said after a moment of silence. “I’m just so used to you confiding in me that it felt weird that you’d keep something from me.”
“It’s just… not something I’m completely ready to talk about yet,” I said, reaching out to gently touch her shoulder. “And besides, you already know all of my secrets as it is. I deserve to have one of my own.”
“You’ve got the best secrets, though,” she giggled, biting on her lip. “Ok, forget about Michael… What about that… Other thing…”
“Becky—” I began, but before I could finish the sentence she was already talking a mile a minute.
“How have you not even tried yet? I mean, you have to see him every day, and now that Michael and you aren’t a thing, what’s stopping you? He’s like the hottest guy in school! Even compared to Michael. How are you not hitting that, girl?”
“There are people around,” I whispered, trying to stop her before she said something I’d regret. “We can’t talk about that here! We can’t talk about that anywhere!”
“But your brother is so fucking hot,” she countered.
“Stepbrother,” I corrected, pulling her away from a group of guests. “And I know he’s hot, Becky!”
“But you want him! I mean, you tell me all the time how you think about him while you’re—”
“Hush!” I tried to silence her again, but she just grinned.
“God, I don’t get you, Jessica. How are you able to resist a hunk of meat like that? You’re not with Michael anymore. You know you could do it.”