In Love With My Step-Father

II

"Nya," my mother shouted, and Nya sprinted from her bedroom instantly, descending the stairs and greeting her mother at the kitchen's entrance.

She was twirling around in her apron, her blond hair already curled and her green eyes glancing towards Nya, who had inherited most of those features, except the blond hair. Hers were dark brown, similar to her father's, and she also had freckles that she hated.

Her mother, Mell, smiled as she placed the breakfast sausages onto a plate and got rid of her apron, "Breakfast is ready."

"I was in the middle of getting ready for school," she said.

Mell raised an eyebrow, "School? Who said you were going to school today?"

Nya pulled her seat, "What's going on? You never cook breakfast unless there's some big news."

She had been excited about announcing this for weeks, although Nya already had an idea. However, she still blushed fiercely as she said, "Remember the guy I told you about?"

Nya squinted her eyes suspiciously, "Go on."

"He asked me to marry him," she beamed. Her daughter's eyes did not seem as excited as her own, and she curled her lips, "Why aren't you happy about this?"

"I never said I wasn't—"

"I can read you like a book Nya, you're so transparent it's laughable," Mell said, folding her arms. "You don't want me to get married?"

"That's not it," Nya shook her head.

"Then what is it?"

Nya shrugged her shoulders, "I always had hope that you and Dad would end up together—"

"My relationship with your father has no business with you."

"Yes it does," she exclaimed, raising her arms, "I was born from your relationship!"

"I don't want to involve you in our issues, so don't ask me about it. Besides, we are both happy in our own lives; your father has been seeing someone for about seven months now."

"Your divorce wasn't long ago enough for you to marry someone else this quickly—"

"I never thought my own daughter would judge me for pursuing happiness," Mell scolded.

Nya sighed, shaking her head since she did not want this to turn into an argument, "Mom, congratulations on the engagement."

"That's all I wanted to hear, I only expect support from you and not bashing."

"I wasn't bashing you!"

"I hope you change your attitude, young lady."

Nya again sighed, fell quiet for a few seconds before regaining her composure, "I'm sorry."

"Anyways," her mother returned with a smile, "he invited us to his boat this afternoon with a few of his family members. I thought it would be a great way for you to meet your new family."

"He has children?"

"No children," she continued, "but he has many brothers and sisters. You'll meet your new uncles; a few are around your age."

"They're around my age?"

"Yes, well, you're eighteen. He's only thirty-five and his youngest brother is, I believe, twenty."

Nya raised her eyebrows, "Similar to having kids then."

"I just hope it will be a good day for all of us, even if the sun is out on this beautiful day."

Nya was not excited about meeting the new family. She had met the guy one time, but only for a few seconds, since she had returned home unexpectedly and found her mother making out with him on the couch. She ran out right away before they could formally introduce one another, but she was aware that he existed.

Returning to her bedroom after breakfast, she immediately dialled the only number that she had memorized.

"Harry," she said once he answered.

Harry, her childhood best friend, noticed the gloom in her tone and instantly said, "Does your weird sad voice have something to do with why you're not at school?"

"I'm meeting my step-dad today. At least he's not my step-dad yet, but he will be soon."

Harry gasped, "Do you want me to come with you?

"I wish," she sighed, "my mom would probably say no if I asked."

"I could show up coincidentally."

She chuckled, "Thanks, but no thanks. She's really on edge today, so I would rather not hurt her."

"Sounds good — listen, I'll call you later. I have to head to class," and he hung up the phone.

Nya wore a sundress, and let her natural curls along her back. Her hair was long, reaching to her lower back, and she also had short heels that assembled her outfit perfectly. Once she was ready, she descended the steps and her mother was already waiting at the door.

"How do I look?" asked her mother, who was wearing a long gold dress that revealed a bit of cleavage at her breast.

Nya's eyes widened, "He's not going to be insecure about you showing those around—"

"Shut it," her mother hissed, waving her hand dismissively and heading outside, which caused Nya to roll her eyes and follow her.

The drive was quite far, about an hour, but when they arrived at the shore where the boat was held, they knew they were at the right place since there was music and colourful lights blaring from the humongous boat.

"You didn't tell me it was going to be a party?" she gasped.

Mell smirked. "I didn't know either, but I'm all for it."

They descended the vehicle, following the path to the entrance to the boat, and they were greeted with the bold smell of alcohol. Nya followed behind her mother, greeting the bystanders that they met gaze throughout the way, until they reached the lower level of the boat where the bar and most people were.

And there he was.

Handsome, tall, built, luscious black hair, sharp jaw, tanned and toned Mr. Golden. In other words, Luke. His gorgeous blue eyes locked on Mell, and he immediately smiled, his eyes widening with such love and admiration as he approached her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. He was wearing swim trunks with no top, and there were a few women that glanced in his direction from time to time.

He leaned in Mell's ear, "You look ravishing, I can't wait to eat you all up." His seductive breath was enough to cause Mell's hormones to race, until she remembered that her daughter was standing right behind her.

Mell stepped aside, "Luke, I wanted you to formally meet my daughter, Nya."

Luke seemed stunned by her daughter's presence, as if that was not how she had remembered her. He examined her attire, from her long legs to her thin arm extending forward to shake his hand. She seemed flustered, avoiding his gaze as admired the freckles covering her cheeks and her pointy tiny nose.

He cleared his throat, glancing away as well to regain his composure over his hormones, "Luke." He shook her palm, and he was certain he had felt tingles. He wondered if she had sensed them as well.

Contrary to his belief, Nya hadn't. In reality, Nya was disgusted since all she could think about was the amount of s*x his mother and Luke probably had, and those images in her mind were making her near vomiting.

She almost cringed when she touched his palm, and rapidly pulled away with a forced smile, "Nya."

"So, where should we start?" Mell initiated, grabbing Luke's attention.

He diverted his gaze from Nya and raised an arm towards a group of his family members, "Hey guys, I want you to meet my lady, Mell. Mell, that is Jack, Jim, Hock and Nathan."

They all greeted her, and then he pointed to Nya, "That's her daughter." Politely waving a hand, they included them into their conversation to which Mell seemed indulged in it.

However, Nya not so much, and she soon twirled in her heels and quietly stepped away from them, heading for the bar. All she wanted to do was get away from here, and wanted to be at school than a boat party.

She reached the bar and smiled at the bartender who leaned towards her, "What can I getcha?"

"Lemonade Vodka please," she said tiredly.

The bartender frowned, "Are you alright?"

"Yes and no," she shrugged her shoulders, "I'm just over this entire party."

"From what I saw, you just got here."

"I know, but I just met my soon-to-be step-dad and I'm kinda hurt about it. I always thought my parents would eventually get back together—"

"Woah, you can't force love," he chuckled as he poured her drink, "if it's meant to be then it will happen."

"I guess your right."

"So I'm guessing you're talking about Luke and his new girlfriend?"

She took a quick shock before nodding her head, "Yes, his new girlfriend being my mother."

"Mell is your mother?" When she nodded her head, the bartender seemed to be near fainting, "Damn, she has an amazing bod and looks crazy young for a mom."

"She had me at fourteen."

"That's insane!" he exclaimed, then extended his palm, "I'm Joey by the way, twenty. Luke is my older brother."

"So you're the twenty-year-old uncle my mother was mentioning to me."

"I assume that's what you would consider me after the marriage," he laughed.

She smiled, "Are you in school?"

"No, I dropped out my senior year of high school, you?"

"I'm a fifth year, retaking my senior year of high school."

"Bad grades or something?"

"Pretty much so," she chuckled, "I'm a dumb student."

"Don't say that about yourself—"

"Joey!"

Luke's low tone caused both of them to turn, and Luke seemed quite aggravated from where he stood. Although he had an arm around Mell, he shook his head towards Joey and then turned away, continuing the conversation with his group.