Drawn to You (Lover to Stepbrother)(68)
“Colin,” Sasha breathes as I take her right hand.
“Sasha Bennett, you are everything I ever wanted in a woman. You are funny, sweet, kind, and you keep me on my toes.” She chuckles. “You never stopped loving me, you kept fighting for us, even though I kept pushing you away. The years I spent apart from you are my biggest regrets. I never want to be away from you, I love you with all my heart. You own me, you always will. Please, be my wife.” I take the ring box from my pocket, opening it up, and watch her face light up, tears in her eyes as she smiles at me, making everything worth it.
“God, woman, tell him yes,” Ellen yells, causing us all to laugh.
“Yes, yes, yes,” Sasha says repeatedly. I place the ring on her finger before standing up, helping her up so I can lay the gentlest kiss on her lips.
“I love you, Sasha.”
“I love you, Colin, so much.”
Read on for the first two chapters of
Seduced by a Rockstar
Excerpt - Seduced by a Rockstar - Chapter 1
“U.G.L.Y. You ain’t got no alibi, you ugly,” my mum and I sing out from the top our lungs.
“What, what?” my mum raps, and we join in together on the last word, ‘“ugly’.” We chuckle as we look out the window. It seems like we are slowing down. I look at the moving van in front of us and yup, we are parking up.
I guess this is it.
“It doesn’t look so bad.”
I lean forward, eyeing up the building that is going to be my new home. We are moving into an apartment complex until we find a house of our own. I miss my old house. It was my childhood home. I have been in that house since I was six. But I guess it’s now tarnished with bad memories.
“It looks posh. Maybe it’s too posh for us,” I try to joke, and my mum scoffs at me.
“We can be posh.”
I roll my eyes. We park the car and I get out, leaning against it as I really take everything in. I’m glad we are finally here. We stopped at my ’aunt’s—my mum’s sister—for the last two weeks, and living out of a suitcase wasn’t ideal. Especially when sharing an airbed; my body is aching to sleep on a proper mattress.
I was just happy when all our furniture arrived and we booked the moving van to take us away. I love my aunt, but it’s my chirpy cousin that I can only take so much of. She was away for the summer with her friends but she came back, and the last four days were getting to be too much.
“Let’s go take a look at our new home.” My mum smiles warmly at me and I smile back as we walk side by side while the movers start sorting out our furniture.
I watch as my mum unlocks the front door of the building and we walk inside. Thank God, it’s clean. Dark grey covers the walls and floors. I see stairs and an elevator in front of us and we decide to take the easy route. I press the third floor and watch the numbers change on the dial. When the doors open, I see one door ahead of us and mum lets us in. I walk in first, taking in my surroundings. It’s bare for now until we unpack, but it’s clean and spacious.
I head to the bedrooms and one is massive with an en-suite, so I’m guessing that will be my mum’s. I walk to the next door and see that it’s a bathroom. Everything in here is pearl white, and I am just happy that there is a separate bath and shower. I notice all the flooring around the place is laminated, which should make it easy to keep clean. It’s a sunny day and the sun is shining through the windows, making the place seem bright and cheerful. I get to the last door knowing it’s my room; I’m happy that it isn’t the size of a closest.
Mum did say it was a double room, but I know people exaggerate when they advertise a double—it’s normally a single size but luckily this isn’t. I can already sense where I’m going to put all my stuff. So far this isn’t so bad. I take out my phone and Snapchat a picture of it and send it to my friends.
God, I miss them already.
I hated that I had to leave them, but we promised to Snapchat and FaceTime every chance we get.
For the next couple of hours, the movers start bringing things in while Mum and I get to work. We made sure everything was labelled on the boxes so we’d know which box would belong where. I start unpacking in the kitchen first as I need my tea fix, and I know my mum will want her coffee fix soon too.
When it comes to our looks we are very similar—long brown hair, chocolate brown eyes, with a decent figure. I am a size ten but I hate my stomach. I promised myself I’m going to start running and try to get the same figure my cousin has. I don’t think I’m ugly, but when standing next to my perfect blonde, model look-alike cousin, you start to feel dumpy, but one thing I have that she hasn’t though, is good-sized breasts. She went on and on about my D cup and complaining about her B cup. She said it was unfair and I wanted to pull her hair and drag her to the mirror and point to her face then to mine and say how is this fair? I look average and she looks like a celebrity.
I know. I know I’m complaining, but trust me if you lived with her for more than two days you would be complaining too. I love her, she is family, but Christ, the girl can be annoying.
When the movers finally leave, I have basically sorted out the kitchen, putting everything away, and making sure it’s clean and tidy. I don’t have OCD but I do hate mess. I put the kettle on and head to my room and I groan when I see my bed covered in boxes. I need my caffeine fix first before I can even make a start. I make myself a strong cup of tea and my mum a coffee and head to the living room where she is sorting out our entertainment centre.