Choosing Bad for Mr. Stephenson (Boys of Chicago Series #5)

I rolled my eyes at my brother who kept pestering me about partying. He wants me to stop doing what I love. Is he for real? “You should stop doing that or you’ll never find the person who will see your worth,” Dad told me when we were eating breakfast. I fought the urge to roll my eyes because I don’t want another litany. Instead, I glared at Genius who is looking so victorious to see that I am getting scolded. I’ll definitely get back on him. I promise on the pancakes on my plate! “Henderson, let your daughter live for a moment,” Mom told Dad and winked at me. I smiled at her but Dad hushed her. “Your daughter is already a frequent in parties,” Dad replied. “I wish she’d frequent the library, instead.” Genius snorted and I kicked him under the table. He made a face on me and like a child, stuck his tongue out! I glared at him but he just shrugged. “Dad, I heard Tracy’s failing one of her subjects!” he beamed happily. Dad snapped at me. “Did you?” he asked. My eyes widened. I swear, I’m going to look for a witch and asked her to curse my brother so he would be single for life! “No!” I vehemently shook my head. “I passed all my subjects, Dad.” Dad raised his brow. “You better,” he said in a warning tone. And I was happy that was the end of it. I hated eating breakfast with Dad especially when I just partied the night before. He’ll have his endless litany on how difficult it would be for me to find a man who would think of me seriously. He has this notion that all men in the clubs are never serious with life. That’s his stigma as a lawyer. I sighed and lied on the couch while watching a marathon of my favorite show on Netflix. It’s Saturday so I have nowhere to go. My friends are definitely still sleeping so I can’t ask them to go to the mall. Heaven is probably busy working. “Nowhere to go today?” My brother is here to bother me again. I glared at him and threw him a pillow he easily caught. He laughed at me. “You really find delight in having me scolded by Dad,” I told him as I threw him another pillow. He chuckled and nodded. “You’re too free, Tracy. Do you think you can find a decent guy at this rate?” he asked. “As your twin, I am also worried. I mean, I don’t want a brother-in-law who is an even more player than me.” I scowled at him. “Then I guess you need to follow your advice more, since you admitted yourself that you’re player,” I told him as I looked at the TV. “What’s with the stigma of people who go to clubs anyway? It’s not like you don’t go at all,” I mumbled under my breath. “I go, too, but not as often as you, Trace.” Alright, he heard me. “You’re considered the queen of clubs because almost everybody knows you.” I looked at him. “I just want to have fun,” I defended as I hugged my flower pillow. “That’s what party-goers want, Genius.” Genius nodded at me but he looked unimpressed. “Why do you need to go clubs to have fun?” he asked. “You can have fun while drinking and dancing at home.” I looked at him flatly. “Are you serious? You want me to play with myself in this house?” I asked. His eyes widened as if I said something bad. “Play with yourself? I never told you that, sis,” he said before bursting into a loud laugher. I gritted my teeth and threw him another pillow. “Asshole!” But he just laughed. *** Party and booze. The music is blasting so loud in the speakers. I am so pumped up as I started dancing in the middle of the sea of people. This is how my Friday nights always looked like—in the club, partying and getting wasted. Usually, I am with my annoying twin brother. Or if I’m lucky, Heaven, my cousin, would accompany me. But tonight, I am alone. Genius seemed to have predicted it. I think I failed one of my exams so I needed to unwind. I need to shrug it off my system before my dad kills me tomorrow morning. “Nice dress!” I hear Ben, the bartender, shout at me as I danced near the bar. I gave him a sweet smile before moving to the center of the dancefloor. Bodies grinded and clashed against mine as I strut my way to my favorite spot. I waved and jumped to the beat of the music until I can feel someone’s hands wrapping around  my waist. I shrugged it off as it has always happened to me whenever I am in the club. It was no mistaking that this is a man. It’s alright. I don’t care anyway. I danced and even grinded my hips with him behind me. I felt his minty breath on my ear. His hands went to my stomach and pulled me towards him making me collide with his body. I’m not drunk yet. I guess I’m just tipsy. I can still manage. I can still think straight. I tried to yank his hand away but he even held onto me tighter. I tried to yank it again but to no use. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered to me. I can feel the shivers going down my spine as I heard his voice. It’s deep and playful. It’s hot and I can’t help but close my eyes. “You shouldn’t hold me that way…” It was meant to be a warning but it didn’t. I sounded like I was asking him to do the opposite. “Hmmm…” he breathed. “Why? Do you have a man?” I bit my lip. I don’t. I don’t have a man. But I like someone else. “Why can’t you answer me, baby? Do you have a man? Is that why you want me off of you?” His voice is hypnotizing. I said I am not drunk but his voice makes me feel dizzy and out of mind. I leaned my head on his shoulder making my neck more accessible to him. He planted kisses on my neck while his lower torso grinded against mine. “Come on, baby. Are you in a relationship with someone?” I let out a heavy breath. “N-no…” I replied, strained and bothered. Even with the loudness of the music, I still heard his low and sexy chuckle. He started kissing my neck again and I couldn’t do anything but succumb to him. What is this effect he has on me? “Hmm… I can’t do this on the dancefloor, baby,” he said as he stopped kissing me. Damn! I was about to glare at him but then he pulled me in, making me face him, before crashing his lips on mine. He was cupping my cheeks as he explored my lips. I immediately wrapped my arms around him as I responded to his kisses. I pulled his face closer and moaned against his kiss. He chuckled and broke off from the kiss. “I have a condo near here,” he told me with his husky voice. I stared at him, in awe of how handsome and bad this man could look. He has blue eyes and thick brows that make him look so intense. His jaw is so prominent that I think it’s been carved so perfectly by Michelangelo. He looks like danger but I didn’t care. After all, I live for dangers. I live for risks. This man took me out of the bar, straight to his car. The moment we were both inside, he started kissing me senseless. His tongue thrusted and explored my whole mouth while we indulge in a fierce session of kissing. His kisses are so addicting so when he broke off so he could drive us to his place, I felt like a girl who’s stolen a candy from. My heart is racing so fast. I haven’t felt this kind of thrill before. The whole ride to his place, all I can think of is how good he would make me feel. Would we go all the way? He pulled over the most prestigious residence place in Chicago. He immediately got out of his car and opened the passenger door. He held my hand tight and pulled me to the elevator, ignoring all the employees who greeted him. He clicked seventeenth floor and pinned me on the elevator wall right after the door shut. He showered me with fierce kisses once more. His hands are on my waist, stroking and caressing. “Oh!” I moaned. The elevator opened and he pulled me towards his unit. 1707 is what’s written on the door. In a swift move, he opened his door and pulled me inside his place. His mouth immediately attacked mine. He owned me like there was no tomorrow. And I let him, as my demons started surfacing. “Hot,” he muttered as he cupped my cloth-clad breasts. He massaged them, making me lift my head and moan out loud. His hand suddenly went to my thighs—caressing them from middle upwards and to the center. I have never been touched there. No, as a matter of fact, I haven’t been touched. I have been kissed but not like this—no, nothing would ever compare to this man’s kiss. His fingers found my core as to why I moaned out loud. He started caressing my throbbing mound. “You’re all wet,” he whispered as his kisses went to my jaw, down to my neck. The world is swirling around me as I drown myself in his kisses. He seemed to have triggered something in me that it allowed me to free all of my demons. It feels so good. He feels so good. Damn… He inserted his finger inside my slick hole. His thumb played with my swollen and aching mound as he sucked on a soft spot on my neck. “Please!” I begged. “Hmmm…” he breathed and continued to kiss me. His finger suddenly moved inside me. I bit my lip as I felt a building sensation inside my womb. He picked up his pace and that made me even crazier. “Oh!” I moaned when I felt knots on my womb. He continued the fast pace until I convulsed and came onto his hand. “f**k! I need to be inside you,” he whispered before pulling me up, leading me to his bed.