Page 25 of Claimed By my Stepbrother
“Life was not easy for Tony and Adrian, though they made it look that way with their love. They fought to survive this world every day, facing each challenge together. Sadly, in this life, you’re not fighting to live, but living to fight.”
“He fucking ripped off Tupac,” I scoff quietly.
As the service draws to an end, I notice my uncle is acting strangely. We walk slowly out to the cemetery, remaining somber throughout the graveside service. When it’s finally over, Uncle Calyx brings the car to pick us up, and we settle into the leather seats for our ride back to Olympus.
When I make it back home, Sirena greets me with a kiss before dropping to her knees and delivering me to the gates of heaven with my cock in her mouth.
Last night, while drifting to sleep with Sirena held tightly in my arms, I decided that I’m going to take her out on the town.
Waking her this morning was harder than it should be given the large mug of coffee in my hands. “I’m going to take you out on the town tonight,” I say, grinning when her lips purse. “It’s time I had a date night with my girlfriend, don’t you think?”
“I—yeah, that would be nice. I’ve never been on a real date before. I mean, we went to the spa and went shopping, but I’ve never been on arealdate.”
“That’s because you were waiting for your man to come into your life to show you a proper one.”
“Where are you going to take me?”
“It’s a surprise. Just wear a pretty dress, and let me show you the best day of your life.”
“Okay, but just so you know, you’re setting up some pretty high expectations.”
Chapter thirteen
Dirty Dancing
SIRENA
I want to wear something romantic and pretty tonight for my first date, maybe one of the new dresses Knox got me on our shopping trip. The dusty pink silk dress hanging in my closet calls to me, and I know that Knox was right to insist that I get it. Well, really, he snuck it into the pile without me noticing, and it was delivered to the penthouse.
Knox is waiting for me on the sofa, distracted with something on his phone. When I come down the last few stairs, he hears me and looks up, lust darkening his eyes. “Babygirl, we better get out of here before I cancel our plans and drag you into the bedroom.”
A blush blooms on my face, but I can’t look away from him. “You look good, too, Daddy,” I say, playing it cool, although good is an understatement. He looks freaking edible in his navy tuxedo, which hugs his muscles perfectly.
He pulls me toward the mirror, positioning me in front of it. “We look good together.” He moves behind me, lifting my chin up, so I can see his hungry expression in the mirror. I moan as his lips press to my neck in a tender kiss.
We take the elevator down to the lobby, walking towards our mysterious destination with our hands linked. Knox guides me up a set of gold and ivory marble steps, and I put my free hand on the gilded banister to keep myself from falling.
Two long vertical banners hang from each side of a large metal door. Melodic Weekends with Bryan Adams is printed on one, an image of the performer dressed in all black raising a guitar above his head on the other.
“Well, this is unexpected,” I admit.
“I take great offense to that, babygirl.” He gives me a wicked grin as he places his hand over his heart. “I can be romantic. Where did you think I was going to take you?” He asks with intrigue.
“I don’t know. Somewhere like a gun range, perhaps,” I joke with a flirtatious smirk.
“What kind of man would I be if I showed you my gun on the first date?” he asks, grinning wickedly when he sees I’ve registered his innuendo. I roll my eyes and snicker at him as he guides us into the auditorium. He shows our tickets to an older gentleman dressed in a pressed white suit. He carries a flashlight as we walk the entire length of the aisle until we get to the front row and make our way to our seats directly in the middle.
It doesn’t take long for the house lights to dim, and a deafening silence builds the anticipation. The crowd breaks into applause as the black velvet curtain slowly rolls up. Floodlights hit the stage, revealing Bryan Adams at the microphone. The audience cheers even louder as he takes it in his hand and brings it to his lips.
“Look into my eyes,” he sings the first line, drawing it out for the crowd. Several excited fans squeal boisterously, and we’re sitting close enough that I can see his lip twitch. After a few more lines, he steps closer to the edge of the stage. He takes turns singing the lyrics acapella to different women in the crowd. He makes eye contact with me, and I get a little nervous from the attention. “Everything I do,” he pauses, giving me a charming wink and grin. Then, he belts out, “I do it for you.”
Knox moves his body to the side to block mine and gets the performer’s attention. Once he has it, he lifts two fingers to his eyes, aggressively whipping them in Bryan’s direction. The singer gets the message, moving to the other side of the stage with wide eyes. I must be out of my mind because my hormones are running rampant. His possessive jealousy should infuriate me, but it’s just so hot seeing Knox get all worked up.
He grips my hand, pulling me out of my seat, and making me gasp in shock. He guides me out of the auditorium with his large hand on my lower back, and my cheeks become heated. I’m not sure if it’s from embarrassment or if it’s from my anger. Probably both. “I can’t believe you just did that! You know what, I take that back. I can believe it. You’re a lunatic! Ugh, that was so rude, Knox,” I chastise fiercely, my fists clenched firmly at my sides.
I calm down a bit when I see his devastated expression. “Why do you act like this?” I ask him, trying to figure out what motivates his actions. It’s one thing to shield me from attention, but to drag me out of a performance for some eye contact is taking it too far.
“Because I’m in love with you, Sirena,” he tells me genuinely. “I love you, and I’ve never loved anyone before. Not like this. I don’t know what I’m doing, ” he confesses, and I can tell that all of these emotions are overwhelming for him.
