Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
You see, Liam and I are step-siblings, and our love is one that’s technically forbidden. We didn’t know when we embarked on our relationship two years ago, but when I’d found out, I’d immediately left him, not wanting to smear this powerful, potent man with the shadow of incest.
It’d been too late for me though. I was already pregnant with Georgie, and my joy upon finding out had been so overwhelming I’d nearly cried in relief. I’d never be able to see Liam again, but I’d always have a reminder of him in my beautiful boy with his blue eyes and raven hair just like his father’s.
Until one day, Liam had stumbled upon us. Georgie’s resemblance to his father had been far too strong to deny, and Liam had immediately swept him up, beginning the whirlwind of activity that I’d always associated with my strong, powerful alpha male.
He’d moved us out of the public housing projects to live with him in his penthouse apartment in this exclusive gated community. But it hadn’t all been wine and roses – he’d been so angry with me for keeping Georgie from him for the past two years that he’d raped me, forcing his cock into my untested anal canal.
But I love him, have always loved him, and the rape was nothing more than an act of love between two people furious at one another, but also desperately in love. We had coupled in a wild, instinctual manner that was one hundred percent consensual even though it was out of control and brutal in some respects.
I’d still had his cum dripping out of me when he’d shepherded me off to that charity event. And when I realized that he was going to force a confrontation between myself and Robert Woodson, and reveal to his entire social circle that he’d had a baby with his stepsister, I’d completely collapsed, the world a whirl as the floor came rushing up to me.
And here we were. I must have hit my head on something because I could feel a dull throbbing pain on the back of my skull, and my thoughts were still woozy from shock and disbelief.
How could Liam do this to me? To himself? How could we have normal lives if we were outed to the public? We’d be shamed and humiliated. Even if people were too scared to say anything to the rich and powerful Liam Miller’s face, there would always be whispers and sneaky glances, always the hush of “Did you know …?”
I wasn’t prepared to live like that. It’s one thing for me to disappear back to the projects where I was born and raised, but I couldn’t stand that my baby boy would be forever branded the product of incest. Georgie deserved better, and I needed to make sure my son had a fair shot in the world.
13
Liam
I was in my study, trying to get my eyes to focus on some spreadsheets. After Alison’s accident, I’d worked from home, not bothering to go into Atlantis Records for the past week. Her vitals were good but there was still no sign of life and I wanted to be there when she woke. So I’d become her sentry, sitting by her bed through the night, hovering like a watchful guardian over the beautiful blonde.
The only good part about this was Georgie. I’d held my son as we watched over his mom, and the bond between us was deep and immutable. The little boy had charmed me thoroughly. Even if we hadn’t been biologically related, the chubby child with his waving fists and innocent eyes had completely won me over. I was more than in love … I was head over heels with my son, hands down.
I’d tucked Georgie in for the night though, and sat staring at the spreadsheets before me. I’d received calls and emails from various friends and associates, asking about the blonde, curious if everything was okay. And of course, there was the ominous voicemail from my stepdad, requesting a callback.
Fuck it. I was my own man. My stepdad was gearing up for a political run and wanted my help in fundraising. After all, I’m a powerful man in New York City, and any public office is as much a function of money as it is votes. But I couldn’t see how to square this away. Potential senator has a grandson by his daughter and stepson? Potential senator is a leading proponent of family values, except when it comes to his own family? The press would have a field day. I groaned because the issues were so tangled with no clear moral guideposts.
Suddenly, I heard a soft rapping on the door.
“Thanks Conchita, I’ll see you tomorrow,” I called out. Conchita was our housekeeper cum nanny.
The door creaked open though, and I swiveled in my chair. It was unlike Conchita to come in without being invited, and it must have been something extraordinary. Instead, I saw a ghostly vision of Alison, thin and terribly pale, slip into my office.