Alex’s P. O. V.
I scoop Stella into my arms after making her cum hard on my fingers, and she buries her face in my chest, encircling her arms around my neck.
I carry her towards the bed and gently lay her down on it.
After leaning down, I run my fingers through her hair. “Feeling better now.”
She looks at me with a smile on her face. After a long week, finally, her smile reaches to her eyes, and it gives me immense peace.
She responds, her eyes fixed on me. “Better? Feeling so good now. Thank you, Alex.”
“Don’t thank me because I’m doing this for myself.” Listening to my words, her brows narrow in confusion.
“For yourself?”
Grinning at her, I lie down beside her. As I pull her into my arms, she doesn’t resist. Instead, she snuggles up into me. I can feel her warm breath on my chest, which is sending shivers down my spine.
I answer her, “I can’t see you in pain, Flower. It hurts me. That’s why I’m ready to do anything to make you feel better.”
She lifts her head from my chest and stares at me in disbelief. “When did I become so important to you?”
“I don’t know.” Shaking my head, I continue, “I only that your smile matters to me a lot now, and I can do anything for it.”
She gives me a look of disbelief.
I seriously have no clue when Stella became the most important person in my life. When I see tears in her eyes, I feel like burning the entire world. I never felt like this for anybody before. It’s such an intense feeling.
As I see her eyes growing heavy, I say, “Now sleep. You need it.”
She nods, yawning and placing her head back on my chest. “Whatever it is, I’m still glad you’re there with me.”
“I’m always there for you.” I raise my head from the bed and place a soft kiss on her hair.
Why am I always there for her? What is she to me? Why her smile is so important to me? What is happening to me?
I question myself, my eyes fixed on the ceiling and my arms wrapped around her fragile body. This is the first time I’m lying like this with a woman. It is always about just fulfilling physical desires, lust, and nothing more. But with Stella… it’s different. Everything with her feels different. I don’t understand why, but her presence calms me in a way no one else ever has.
Her breathing steadies as she falls asleep, her body relaxing completely against mine. I pull the blanket over us, careful not to wake her.
Stella is my stepsister. She’s off-limits. She is lying naked in my arms. I should be ashamed of what’s happening between us, but I’m not. Not even close.
I know what we’re doing is wrong, but how can something that feels this right be wrong? How can I stop myself from taking away her pain?
I want to make her mine by burying myself deep into her. Only I know how I’m controlling myself from fucking her. When she came apart on my fingers, screaming my name, I became so hard. It was so difficult to hold back, to focus on making her feel good rather than pinning her against the mirror and ramming into her.
Fuck! I’m again becoming hard.
I need to control myself because I can’t claim Stella as mine until she’s fully recovered and confirms she’s comfortable with our relationship, despite me being her stepbrother. I don’t want her to regret or blame me later.
***
The Next Morning
I wake up and I’m greeted by a cheerful smile of Stella. The most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen.
The perfect start to the morning.
Her hair is tousled, framing her face perfectly, her eyes shining again, and her chin rests on my chest.
“Morning, Mr NMG.”
My brows furrow in confusion. “NMG?”
“Mr No More Grumpy.” As she chuckles, the corners of my mouth lift.
It seriously feels like my old Stella is back today.
“Nice nickname. Anyway, when did you wake up?”
“Just a few minutes ago.” Her cheeks turn red as she admits, “And I was admiring you. You look so peaceful while sleeping.”
I chuckle at her unexpected compliment. “Maybe it’s because you’re with me.” As I whisper, we lose ourselves in each other’s eyes for a few seconds.
What the fuck is happening to me? Getting lost in the woman’s eyes. What is she doing to me?
Whatever it is, I’m glad that Stella is looking fine today. She is finally getting herself back.
“Now you lie here for a few minutes. I’ll be right back.” I climb down the bed, taking off the blanket.
“Where are you going?” She asks as I stand up.
“To get fresh.” After last time glancing at her, I go to the bathroom.
***
When Stella takes a shower in my bathroom, I come out of the room. I’m so thankful that my father and Stella’s mother are away for the week, and I’ve arranged for all the maids and butlers to have the week off. I need this time for us-time to help Stella heal without any interruptions.
Today, she has finally started to feel like herself again, and I want to keep it that way. A week is more than enough to help her regain her strength and confidence.
Now I stand in the kitchen, looking around, baffled. I want to prepare breakfast for Stella, but this is the first time I’ve stepped foot in here. The kitchen is filled with appliances and cabinets stocked with various pots, pans, and ingredients, but I feel like a fish out of water.
God! I should’ve learned some basic cooking.
“You can do this, Alex. Cooking is so simple.” Taking a deep breath, I encourage myself.
I scan the countertop and decide that scrambled eggs and toast will be simple enough. After gathering the ingredients, I crack the first egg-only to miss the bowl completely. It splatters onto the countertop, and I freeze for a second, staring at the mess in disbelief.
“Great start, Alex,” I mutter as I reach for a paper towel, but in my haste, I knock over a canister of flour. A cloud of white dust erupts around me, covering the countertop and my shirt. I cough, trying to wave the flour away from my face.
What the fuck is happening? Why am I even in the kitchen? I can order the breakfast.
I don’t know why, but I want to do it for Stella. I want to make her feel special.
I pull back to reality when I hear a laugh. Immediately, I drift my eyes toward the sound, and my breath catches in my throat.
There stands Stella, wearing my oversized shirt. The fabric is slipping off her shoulder and the hem hangs just above her thighs, making her look so adorable that I want to kiss her. Her hair is still damp, and she’s laughing at my condition. The dimple on her face is stealing my heart.
The old Alex would’ve become angry, but the new Alex, her Mr. NMG, is smiling at her like an idiot, as if he has never seen someone laughing before.
Fuck! Fuck! I’m in a great trouble.