Chapter 2

Zayne

I drive up to the house, and there's a moving truck parked in the driveway. Mommy dearest moves in today, I assume. I scoff; I cannot believe Dad married some random woman in Vegas. I park my car, hop out and stroll up to the door.

“Maija, is the truck empty?” A woman asks as she unpacks a box in the living room. She looks up, and I’m face to face with a beautiful African American woman. Not my father's usual type, he usually dates twenty-year-old models who try to get in my bed once he’s out of town. She looks at me with confusion before it turns into a smile.

“Zayne?” I nod in response.

“I’m Carolyn.”

unwilling to speak to this woman I know nothing about, but that

about you

my little remark and continues hugging me before releasing me slowly. I look at the woman, confused, as she smiles warmly at me. Is this an act? She does not have to be nice to me for my father’s sake. I’m a college student who is never home, so there

uncomfortably under her warm gaze. I am used to women looking at me like they want to rip my clothes off, but having lost my mother when I was 5, I am not familiar or comfortable with

exhausted since you just got back.” She smiles warmly at me again, and for some reason, I feel like I’m being wrapped up

You should say hi. He really missed you these last couple of months.”  I nod; she busies herself emptying boxes. I scan the room, analyzing all the boxes left to unpack. I count around fifteen. I really should help; I wasn’t exhausted since I

staircase. I climb a couple of

family. I reply with promises of multiple orgasms before slipping the phone back into my pocket. I take another step but feel myself collide with something soft and fragrant. I grunt before looking at whoever ran me over in my own home. A dark skin girl, brown eyes, pouty lips covered in red looks up at me.

Carolyn’s daughter, but the fact that she is my stepsister and should be off-limits does

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