To Hate My Stepbrother

Mason’s POVText property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Driving back home, I was so stressed out but I was also glad about the fact that things looked like it’s finally worked out with Ava.

She needs a little more time alone to process things since she already told me she couldn’t bring herself to loving me back again just yet. It hurts but I understood how she felt.

It would be selfish of me to request more from her than this so I’d already planned on giving her the space and time she needs from me.

I’d planned on going home to tell Aisha that I’d be moving her and her son to a different apartment. Things wouldn’t possibly go well between Ava and I if she keeps staying in the house with the child.

“This is so exhausting especially since I still can’t remember a single thing about her.” I sighed.

I’d called my friends to talk to them and they were also a little bit happy for me that I’d settled things with Ava.

“Well, he’s your son at least and for Ava to come back to the house, you need to move them away but not completely abandon the boy.” Malik advised me and I sighed.

I told them I’d call them later to talk about how things went and they all asked me to be good before hanging up the call.

I’m going to talk to Aisha about child support, ask her how much she needs each month for the upkeep of the child and perhaps draw out a timetable for when we’ll both get the child each week.

I had no idea what to do with the child and even if I got custody of the child for three days in a week, I had no idea how to take care of him.

I don’t know what he likes, his favorite cartoon and all the things that could help us get to connect to each other and know ourselves more.

Sighing, I drove into the driveway and got out of the car, bracing myself and thinking of ways to start the conversation with Aisha.

I got into my room and for a moment I’d thought I got into the wrong room, taking a look behind me, I knew damn well that this is my room and not hers.

But, why is she laying on my bed with only lingerie on? She’s almost naked.

“Hey, you’re home,” she started as she got out of bed slowly and made her way towards me.

Pulling my tie and running her fingers down my chest, I swallowed hard and clenched my fist in anger as I silently prayed for my self control to be at bay so I wouldn’t hit her.

“What the hell are you doing here?” I asked, trying not to raise my voice because of how late it was already.

“What do you mean? I was waiting for you and I know how stressed you’ll be so that’s what I’m here for.” She replied as she pulled off her night gown in front of me.

“Get out.” I swallowed but she didn’t listen and she’d even tried to come unto me again, her hand almost getting to my trousers as she fumbled with my belt.

Holding her hand and yanking it off my body, “I’m only going to say this one more time, GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY ROOM!” The roaring effect of my voice sent her out of my room immediately.

How could she do something like that? Lay on my bed in a sexy lingerie and think I’ll just pounce on her and then what? I couldn’t believe she would ever try something as cheap as this.

I love Ava and will never cheat on her.

Pulling my clothes off, I decided to take a shower as I thought of how to get Aisha out of my house. Finally knowing what to do, I walked to bed to sleep.

****

Getting ready for work, I walked down the stairs to see Aisha sitting on the couch and watching TV comfortably.

It irks me to know how comfortable she’d become in a house that isn’t hers in the first place.

“Get your things, you’re leaving my house and that too, today.” I ordered as I stopped in front of her and picked the remote to turn the TV off.

Ignoring me, she turned the TV back on and I felt my body vibrate in frustration. I wished I could just pull her up and throw her out of the house.

“Look, I’m trying to be civilized and nice so again, pack your stuff and get your son…”

“Our son,” I was still talking when she corrected me and I ran my fingers through my hair, “he’s our son. He’s yours just as much as he’s mine and you’ll take the responsibility and be his father!” She added firmly, standing to face me.

“What responsibility are we talking about her?” I asked with a smile, it all just seemed funny to me.

“You’ll marry me.” She said shamelessly and I bursted out laughing. The laughter was to suppress my impending anger.

“Oh please, stop being so fucking delusional,” I finally said, “I’m in love with someone else and that person isn’t you. I would never marry you.” I finished and I could see her eyes turn red in anger.

“Aren’t you ashamed of yourself?” She spat and I only shrugged as I put my hand in my pocket, “It’s so fucking disgusting that you shove your dick up your step sister’s pussy and you’re okay with it.” She added as she looked at me with disgust.

“Again, it is none of your business.” I responded as I pulled out the key and handed it to her, not caring about her anger or outburst.

“I want you and your son out of my house before I get back and trust me, you don’t want me to meet you here when I get back.” I finished.

Turning to take my leave, my lungs almost closed shut when I saw Khalid behind me looking like he was about to cry.

Groaning, I stormed out of the house.