Sex with My Mafia Stepbrother

I turned to the other side of my bed and covered my face with the blanket. If only I could cover my live, if only I had listened and see why Luciano doesn’t like them.

I was feeling so miserable and nothing was helping. I don’t know which hurt the most; knowing it was Massimo who could have leaked my photos or walking into them having sex.

The thought of it made my stomach clutter and I felt like throwing up. I couldn’t stop thinking of it and of course, blaming myself.

I put myself in this situation so I needed to handle it myself even if it meant staying locked in my room for days.

I remained on the bed with my hands playing pillow for my head when I heard the knock.

“Tiff it’s me,” he said.

I swallowed hard and covered t fave with the blanket. I still didn’t want to say a word or even face Luciano.

Truth is, I didn’t know how to and so I avoided him.

“Tiff?” He called again. “You either answer the door or I’ll come in.”

“Do not come in,” I responded hoping that would keep him away but instead, he pushed the door and it creaked open.

He walked in and his Cologne filled my room. It was obvious it was his cause I’ve been a mess for the past two days.

“Tiffany,” he called and I was forced to take off the blanket from my face.

“You can’t keep doing this,” he said. “It’s unhealthy to lock yourself inside because of a mere picture.”

He said it like it was nothing and I had no idea what to feel about that. Was it really just a picture or was he trying to make me feel better?

Well, that wasn’t working. Not one bit!!!

“Look, I know this is crazy for you okay? But you look miserable and I don’t want you being this at cause of one picture.”

The more he said it, the more I felt a slight pierce in my chest. It was my fucking nudes but he made it sound like it wasn’t anything.

Maybe it wasn’t really the nudes making me feel miserable but I never thought of mentioning a word.

I couldn’t imagine what it would be like to tell Luciano about Massimo cheating. I couldn’t bring myself to say anything so I just remained quiet.

“And you’re not going to say a word?” Luciano asked like he was in my head.

I scoffed. “It’s just that-”

“I don’t want to hear any more excuses. Common, you can’t let your fire body rot in here. It wasn’t made for here.”

I saw he was trying hard to make me laugh with his jokes but they weren’t exactly funny. It actually disgusted me to know he was complimenting the same body that everyone could see right now. The same body that was everywhere on the net.

“I’m serious Tiff, your body ain’t -”

“That’s okay!” I yelled and swallowed hard. “That’s enough about my body, Luciano.”

He gave a small nod. “Right, i’m sorry. I didn’t mean it that way.”

I looked away cause I had no idea what to say or respond to that.

“We can uh- we can call your mom, she always knows what to do in-”

“No,” I blurted. The last thing I needed was for my mom to find out things like this. “No, she’s going to be so disappointed.”

“Tiff.” He gave me a hard stare like he was trying to convince me otherwise with his eyes.

I took a deep breath and sat up on the bed. I raised my hand to my hair and tucked it behind my ear.

“I need you to listen to me Tiff.”

“No, listen to me just this once. I know you’re trying hard to make things return to normal but please you have to let me get on my feet gradually.”

He gave a stern expression and I just shook my head and continued.This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

“I know my mom better. She’s not going to be happy with me and I don’t want that. I don’t want to hear her telling me she’s disappointed in me.”

He gave a nod. “I understand that. However, starving for two days will only make you fall sick.”

“I am not sick Luciano,” I defended.

He looked at me. “I’ll just go on and do my stuff.”

I watched him walk out of my room and for a moment I felt like calling him back.

I fell back to the bed and gave a loud sigh. I really didn’t think of food; I’ve had no appetite and no urge to leave my room.

My door creaked open again and I turned in the direction of the door.

“Time to stand up,” Luciano said and I frowned. I thought he needed to get stuff done?

“Huh?” I responded and he gave a nod.

“You heard me, Tiff. I made your bath water.”

I felt a rush of emotion but it all evolved around gratitude to him. He was simply amazing and-

“Get up, common.”

I sluggish stood up and walked behind him till we got to the bathroom. He then grabbed the shower valve and turned it to me, making me soaked.

“Luciano!!” I blurted when I saw I was no soaked.

“Wanted to leave you with no option,” h explained and turned away. “Be quick.”

I shut my eyes in anger but I couldn’t feel any form of anger..

He walked away and a part of me wondered again.. Was Luciano avoiding me? Was he avoiding my body?

The thought of him being disgusted by my body made me cry again.

When I was finally done bathing, I walked out dressed and the smell of baked chicken permeated the air.

I spotted Luciano with a frying pan in his hands and when he saw me, he smiled.

“I need you to eat before going back to cry.”

I goggles lightly at his attempts at making me laugh.

I walked to the dining table and sat down. He dished out the food and I thanked him. I grabbed the fork and took a bite.

Just as we were eating, a knock came on the door.

“I’ll get it,” he said and walked to the door.

I wasn’t sure who it was but I could hear Luciano’s voice.

“She’s on her period and she doesn’t want to see anyone.”