Heat (Step-brother romance)

Ashley sat bored out of her mind as she waited to see her mother's appearance for her and her stepfather's wedding that was about to start in like 25 minutes.

Sitting alone in an apple-white, mid-thigh silk dress that complimented her skin tone. Her maroon red hair was styled in a bun with a few curled strands falls in front of her face that stained with light-make up which made her already beautiful features more beautiful.

Sitting alone in an apple-white, mid-thigh silk dress that complimented her skin tone. Her maroon red hair was styled in a bun with a few curled strands falling in front of her face that was stained with light-make up which made her already beautiful features more beautiful.

Staring into space, the laugher of the other bridesmaids echoed in her empty mind as she just sat there staring.

“Ashely, sweetheart, how do I look?” Her mother's fainted voice echoed in the mix of gasp.

“Ashely, are you alright? ASHLEY!” Snapping out of her trance, Ashely turned to her mother, who looked stunning in a beautiful lace white gown that tugged gently behind her.

Her face was covered by a see-through veal and her black hair was curled stylishly which laid gently on her shoulders.

“Are you alright, darling?” Her mother asked slowly, approaching her daughter who's eyes filled with unknowing tears.

replied as her mother pulled her into

you, sweetie, ” her mother whispered in her ear.

“I love you too, mom, ” she whispered back snuggling more into her

1 year later...

she got ready to go for a run. On her way, she

her while having breakfast with her husband.

morning, mom, good morning, Roger, ” she greeted back while searching for a bottle of

know, you can call me dad, right, ” Roger said with a

but it's just so foreign to me ever since, you know, ” she said, glancing at her mother

whatever you want as long as it makes you comfortable,

breakfast, ” she said, getting ready to leave.

” her mom yelled as Ashely jogged

“OKAY MOM! I WILL!” she yelled back before opening the front door.

out she abruptly stopped when she saw a young man who was about to ring the doorbell. The sight

fit perfectly over his thick, muscular thighs, and black shoes. He had black hair nicely parted with fades to the sides and back of his head. He wore tinted