Stepbrother Bad Boy's Baby Boxed Set(9)

He stepped back and let me into the spotlight, and I have to say it felt strange standing up in front of so many people. I could feel a tremble come to my legs. "Remember, the other hundred and ninety seven people here don't matter. Just sing for your mom and John. Besides," he said with a wink, "we've got your back."

I nodded and smiled. He faded back into the background, and I looked out at Mom and John. "You know, when Mom told me she was dating again, there was a part of me that wanted to say, 'what took you so long?'" That comment earned a few chuckles. "I'll always miss my father. Dan Aksoy was the greatest Dad I could ever hope for. And he was a great husband, too, which is why I think Mom waited so long. But the first time I met John Castelbon, I knew she'd found the right man. John, my father left some very big shoes to fill, and I have to say you've done that. You've been kind, you've been funny, but most of all, you've loved Mom with all your heart. You've even accepted her strange daughter that insists on going into cooking like her father."

"John, Mom, this is for you."

The keyboards hit, while the dramatic music started. I had worked on this song for weeks in my spare time, to the point that I could sing it to myself even while in the kitchen at Alinea, and knew it by heart. The first entrance began, and I launched into the lyrics.

Streets of Fire is perhaps everything that was bad about movies in the nineteen eighties. Overly stylistic, short on reasonable plot, and somehow the director got bad performances out of a cast that was actually talented as hell. I mean, how can you make Diane Lane and Willem Dafoe look like hacks, really? Either way, the music was epic, and as I continued on, I let my mind drift even from singing for John and Mom, and put myself in the singer's place.

Suddenly in my mind I could see Julian as the prince, as the boy that I was singing to. I faltered for just a moment, and thankfully Patti Russo and Meat Loaf worked together to perfectly cover my slip-up, and we transitioned to the fast beat portion of the song.

Mom and John caused quite the round of applause when they got up from their table to dance away the last six minutes of the song, and by the end, I felt a little bit like a rock star myself, as maybe forty or fifty people were clapping and cheering near the stage and at their tables. I looked over at Meat Loaf, who gave me a big thumbs up. "You rocked it," he said, coming over to talk in my ear over the cheers. "Great job."





Chapter 6





Julian





"I don't know.... my sister," the woman said, even as her hands roamed over my chest and tugged at the waistband of my tuxedo pants. My jacket was already off, laying over the other end of the pool table we were near, along with her high heels.

"What she doesn't know won't hurt her," I whispered in her ear as I went back to nibbling at her neck. My right hand found the zipper of her dress, and I started working it down.

Let me start by saying she wasn't Sandra's actual sister. I'm not that much of an *. In fact, she was her sister-in-law, being the younger sister to Danyal Aksoy. Gina Aksoy was a bit older than me at thirty-six years old, but she was very attractive. You would've never thought she was a day over thirty. While she wasn't the one I'd been aiming for that night, I'd gone a long time without actually getting any *. And Krystal just wasn't coming along as quickly as I thought she would. Even during our dance, she kept herself at a respectable distance, never letting her body get close enough for me to actually do anything. It was maddening, quite frankly. No woman had seriously resisted my charms since I was out of high school, and for one as young and as hot as Krystal to do it left me with a serious case of blue balls. Worst of all, I could tell in the way she held my hand and the way she looked at me as we danced, she was attracted to me. But for some reason or another, she wouldn't give in. That didn't happen often.

Thankfully, Gina was the next woman to dance with me, and I could tell as soon as the music started she would be easy pickings. As I danced with her, I changed my plan, making it a lot grander as well as devious. Instead of just f*cking her daughter, I decided I was going to go balls deep in as many women in Sandra Castelbon's life as I could. Her sister, her brother's wife, hell, I'd bang old Grandma Hepburn if I got a chance. Wait, never mind on the last one. When it finally came that Sandra and my father found out, oh there'd be some serious fireworks then, I was sure. Which is just what I wanted.

The thought of the results turned me on even more. "Mmmm, you feel so sexy," I mumbled into her neck while I undid her zipper. We were pretty close to the reception, just inside Johnathan's library in fact, and I could hear the singers belting their way through Rock & Roll Dreams Come True. I was just glad they'd already done It's All Coming Back To Me Now, that one drives me apeshit. It's a complete boner killer, especially after Johnathan spent so much time listening to it while his second wife took off on his ass. What a goddamn beta song.

Gina's body and hands betrayed her need, even as her muttered words of refusal continued. I brought my hand up to cup her breast, she even stopped that, mewling her arousal into my ear. "Oh Julian.... so naughty."

"That's how you like it, baby," I chuckled, pinching her nipple through the Vera Wang dress. I was tempted to wreck the thing, but it would have messed with my plan. If Gina had shown up at the party later with a torn dress that screamed just been f*cked, there would have been questions to answer, and I didn't want questions just yet. Sometimes, going for the throat didn't mean going too quickly.