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  I remember the day my freedom was taken from me so clearly but really, come to think of it, it was all put in motion the moment my mother was swept off her feet and decided, without consulting me of course, to get married to Michael Chamberlin; one of the richest and most influential business men in the city, forcing our two families together.

  The wedding, as you would expect, was the most luxurious and extravagant affair the city had seen in years; I’m pretty sure everyone (and when I say everyone, I mean anyone with more money than sense) was invited. I have to admit it was touching to see my mom so happy, she deserved it after everything we’d been through but she abandoned me to the side-lines; forgetting about me that day and for the summer that would change my life forever.

  We rode the elevator up to the penthouse in silence, while my mom, Loretta, and her new husband, Michael, giggled and cuddled like teenagers in the corner. I groaned and looked away; there’s something very wrong about seeing the woman that gave birth to you act like a horny schoolgirl. I couldn’t wait till they got on Michael’s jet and left for their honeymoon. At least then I wouldn’t have to look at the grossest display of affection ever.

  The elevator dinged and the doors slid open to reveal a sleek white hallway that expanded into the living room. Glass windows spread from floor to ceiling giving us the most breath-taking view of the city. Everything was spotless, in its place, and you just knew the amount spent on just the decoration alone in that tiny section of the apartment would be sufficient enough to send me to one of the best Universities in the country for an entire year.

  It was stunning and I couldn’t help but smile. This was going to be all mine for the summer. No nagging, no interfering parents; just me alone with a bunch of credit cards to burn through. It was going to be glorious. With the two love-birds away honeymooning in Europe I’d cut loose here in the capital; I couldn’t wait for them to leave.

  “What do you think?” Michael asked.

  “Honey, I love it. Although, once we get back I might have to put my own stamp on it,” my mom replied, as I inspected the plush furnishings.

  “Of course, I wouldn’t have it any other way. What about you Aimee, think you could survive a couple of months here?” He looked at me expectantly.

  I nodded. “It meets my standards, Mr. Chamberlin,” I said with a straight face.

  He laughed. “You have one funny little lady there, Loretta,” he replied.

  “Don’t I know it,” she replied as tears welled in her eyes. “You will be safe while we’re away, won’t you?” She squeezed and hugged me tight.

  “Loretta, stop worrying; she’s a big girl and anyway Aimee will be in good hands,” Michael replied.

  I frowned, not knowing what he meant. But the answer would soon appear.

  The elevator dinged to a stop and we all turned to see who it was.

  “Ah, just on time,” Michael said as a young man, dressed in a perfectly tailored suit; creases in all the right places, stepped out of the elevator. It was like he’d just stepped out of a photo-shoot, there was no doubting he could be a model. My heart thrummed as I took him in; and I knew right then I was in trouble... he was to be my downfall.

  Alexandre Chamberlin, in all his glory. It was the first time we’d met; he was absent for the wedding... there’d been some whiff of an excuse, family drama that was quickly swept underneath the thousand pound carpet, but I expect it was just too dull for him. To say that he had a bit of a reputation would be an understatement; his name was always in the tabloids, and no matter who or what he did, he always managed to squirm his way out of trouble; daddy’s money greasing more than a few palms to get them to look the opposite way.

  “Lex, come meet Aimee, your new little sister” my mom encouraged.

  “Mom!” I tried not to sound like a brat but did she really still see me as an innocent girl? I was a grown woman, an adult at eighteen... certainly old enough to leave me to my own devices while she gallivanted off with her new husband... or so I thought.

  Lex glanced over at me for no more than a passing second; letting his cold blue eyes only skim me, as if I weren’t worthy of his time. I crossed my arms in defense.

  “Hello,” he said reluctantly, totally bored with the situation.

  “Alexandre! We’re all family now; you’ll have to make a bit more of an effort this summer. I’ll be relying on you to keep an eye on my new precious step-daughter,” Michael said as he wrapped an arm around my shoulders trying desperately to show me some fatherly affection.

  “What?” I exclaimed and shrugged him off; the words slipped from my mouth before I could stop them. “I don’t need a babysitter, especially not him of all people.” My hand darted out and pointed right at Lex.

  “It’s rude to point,” Lex muttered, his mouth turning into a smirk; amused by my outrage. I hated him already.

  “Oh honey, you really didn’t think we’d leave you all alone, did you? Besides, I’m sure you and Lex will get on like a house on fire. Lex graduated from Oxford; he’ll be able to give you the inside scoop for when you start in September,” my mother chattered on.

  My arms found their way to my hips; this wasn’t happening. I didn’t need a chaperon for the summer and I definitely did not need a step-brother. I’d gotten on perfectly fine without one for the past eighteen years of my life.

  Fine, if they were going to treat me like a child then I’d act like one. I gave them each a scolding look in turn, turned on my heels and headed in the direction of the bedrooms.

  My heels clicked hard against the tile as I stomped away. I ended up half-way down the hall before realizing I didn’t know which one was mine. It had to be one of these, I thought. My hand rested upon the door knob, I knew they were watching me, behind my back.

  “Next one down,” I heard Michael call, trying hard to conceal a chuckle.

  Chapter Two

  My room was nice, if a bit bare. At least all my belongings, that I was forced to pack up from the old house, were here waiting for me; I’d put my own stamp on the room in no time.

  I walked to a French antique wardrobe and opened it up. All my clothes were hung up neatly. As I thumbed through the outfits, trying to pick out a dress for the evening’s activities a brief knock sounded upon my closed door.

  “Honey? We’re leaving now for the airport,” my mom called through the wooden barrier.

  I ignored her; still fuming. Why couldn’t she trust me to stay by myself? She had no qualms trusting the city’s notorious playboy... hopefully, though, he’d be too busy running around town to pay me any attention. Though, I couldn’t get his baby-blues out of my mind. I shook the image out of my head.

  “Look, I know you’re upset but at least try to get along with Lex while we’re away.” She sighed. “Well, I’m going. Just remember you probably won’t be able to get in touch with us for the next few days, but I’ll call as soon as I can. Love you.”

  I moved to the door and my hand smoothed the wood grain. I should say goodbye, I thought.

  I opened the door expecting my mother to be there on the other side; but she was already gone. Hoping she’d still be in the apartment I walked towards the living room.

  “They’ve just left,” a voice from the couch said.

  I jumped; I hadn’t noticed him sat there, he was so still. Lex had his legs crossed and he held a glinting crystal tumbler half-filled golden liquid.

  “Fine,” I said and ran back to my room to get changed. I slipped on the dress I’d eyed and grabbed my purse and phone. I might as well get this summer off to a flying start, I thought.

  I passed through the living room again heading for the elevator.

  “See you later, Lex.” I pushed the call button.

  A beat passed before he rose out of his chair.

  “Where the hell do you think you’re going?” he demanded.

  “Out,” I replied, and stepped inside the elevator.

  “Stop. Aimee!” he shouted, advancing towards me. I grinned a
t him and waved a teasing goodbye as the doors slammed shut.

  Chapter Three

  Hours later the elevator dinged, the sound bouncing around inside my skull, as I reached the penthouse apartment. I was a little tipsy, my legs a little unsure of themselves in their stiletto heels, but it was all the result of a good night out. A couple of friends and I, with a couple of VIP passes, managed to party all night at a hip new nightclub. I was a little worse for wear and the last thing I needed before bed was a lecture.

  The doors slid open, and my face fell as I spied that Lex was still in the same chair as before. His face was tight, his eyebrows were bunched together; he did not look like he’d had a good night...

  “Sit. Let’s get this over with shall we?” Lex’s tone gave no impression that I had any other option. So, intrigued, I sat; trying to hold back a bubble of giggles.

  I hoped he was going to tell me that he was going to keep out of my business and expected me to keep out of his. Letting us both be free to do our own things... boy, was I wrong.

  “I want to make it perfectly clear I’m in charge. And while I’m in charge, there will be rules. Rules that you will adhere to,” he continued.

  My mouth dropped open and blinked at him. That wasn’t what I was expecting.

  “You will not leave this apartment without my permission. When you do, I need to know exactly where you will be and who you’ll be with. I want names and phone numbers. And don’t think that I won’t check; I have people on my payroll who will follow up on you. You will call me if you are going to be late. Oh, and curfew is 10:00pm,” he glanced at his expensive watch, “not 02:00am. On the dot and no later.”

  He took a sip of his drink, rolled it over his tongue then swallowed. “Break these rules and there will be consequences. Do you understand?”

  I raised an eyebrow and got to my unsteady feet, I had enough listening to the delusional ramblings of a man-boy on a power-trip, even if he did have mesmerizing eyes.

  “Let me make myself clear, Alexandre Chamberlin. Are you listening? Cause I will only say this once: I will not be taking orders from you. You are not my father and you are certainly not in charge of where I go or who I see.”

  I started to walk away, but Lex suddenly shot out of his chair, grasped my wrist and pulled me hard towards him. “You’ll regret you said that,” he whispered into my ear, so close to my neck he sent an uncontrollable shudder down my spine.

  “Have you been drinking?” he sneered, as if he was disgusted at the prospect. The hypocrite, I thought.

  “Let go, you’re hurting me,” I spat back at him through clenched teeth, ignoring his question. My fingers throbbed, the circulation was cut off. While he held my wrist his forefinger caressed the back of my hand and our eyes locked.

  “I can make this summer the best you’ve ever had... or your worst nightmare. Your choice.” His steely eyes penetrated me to the core. I stared right back, but not out of choice; I couldn’t look away. He held me fixed, rooted to the spot, and for one delusional second I thought he was going to kiss me. My eyes dipped to his mouth, I licked my lips and swallowed as he leaned in.

  “Go,” he said with an irritating smile and finally released me. I ran to my room, not stopping for a moment to look behind me; desperate to get away from him.

  I slammed the door shut and leaned against it; feeling the vibrations as the door rattled in its frame.

  I clasped my throat and slumped to the carpet as I struggled to suck in air. I needed to calm down and force myself to catch my breath. Huge thuds pounded against my chest; he was going to kiss me... oh God, I nearly let him kiss me. My step-brother. Oh shit, what was I thinking? I flashed back to his face, his tense jaw line dashed with stubble and those eyes that stripped me bare. He looked at me like he’d seen me naked... I hung my head in shame; I liked it. Liked the way his eyes felt on me and the way it made me feel. I liked the overpowering way he held my hand; his vice-like grip forcing me to stay close. The rush and shudders it created all round my body was something I’d never experienced before. This wasn’t normal, I thought.

  I glanced over at the boxes of belongings piled high. If there was ever a time I needed a release it was now. I bolted from the floor and scrambled on hands and knees towards the boxes; searching for the discreet vibrator I’d kept hidden in my pink bed-side table at the old house. Finally I found what I was looking for and my hand gripped the prize as I slung myself onto the bed.

  Reaching for the hem of my skirt, I yanked it to my waist revealing my knickers.

  Just one time, only once, I promised myself, would I think of him while doing this. I moved a hand beneath my knickers urgently trying to keep hold of the rush I’d just felt. Frustrated with the clinging material I shoved my knickers down around my knees.

  My finger found its way back between my legs and smoothed over the small strip of hair, before plunging down and skipping over my hard little nub and into the slick crevice that was so wet it made me gasp.

  My hand crept over the bedspread and took hold of the vibrator. The seconds that it took for my hand that held the hard buzzing contraption, to arc and sweep under and up between my legs were agony.

  I closed my eyes as the juddering plastic made contact with my sensitive flesh; my hips bucked away at the electric shock the vibrator caused as a surge of pleasure shot through my body. Slowly I eased back towards the buzzing and licked my lips as I relished every pulse and tremble.

  I held the vibrator close; torturing myself with the building rush and thinking of him restraining me again. I gasped as I imagined him creep into my room to bind my legs open. My fingers followed the path his would take up my parted thighs, touching every inch and forcing their way into my hot wet hole. I shoved my finger into my pussy, slipping past my juices, surprising even myself at how good it felt.

  My thoughts turned impure again as I undressed his chiseled body in my mind. He would be ripped, hard and erect. I moaned as the buzzing increased its speed and I pushed the vibrator onto my clit hard and drilled my finger faster.

  I caught a whiff of my own arousal and was turned on even more; my hard bead-like nipples poked through the material of the dress. Oh to have him suck on me, I thought.

  My legs quivered and I squirmed as the heat inside reached a boiling point.

  “Oh, yes,” I cried repeating it over and over as I came; my creamy nectar rushing out and down my legs, dripping onto the knickers stretched between my knees and the bedspread. It felt so good and I held the vibrator against myself for a few more seconds milking every pulsation as I slumped my torso forward, my bare bottom in the air.

  Chapter Four

  After lying on my bed, recovering, I felt wicked and twisted. Who does such a thing? How would I be able to look at Lex in the future without remembering where my hands had been when I’d thought of him pleasuring me? I shook my head, trying to scatter the vile thoughts. Once was enough; never again.

  My thighs were saturated and I needed to get clean and forget this ever happened. A hot long shower would do me the world of good. I stripped my dress off and unclasped my bra leaving them trailing behind me on my bedroom carpet and closed the door to the bathroom. I stepped into the huge glass walled shower ready to cleanse myself. I turned the chrome knob and waited for the hot water to pound upon my dirty body, but nothing happened. Except for a few inadequate drips of frozen water that emitted from the shower head there was nothing. Behind the tiled wall the pipes groaned and I was at a loss. I tried it again; no water leaked down.

  Desperate now, I got out and twisted the basin tap open but only air dripped from its spout.

  Shit. What was I going to do? I didn’t want to ask for help, especially not from Lex. I couldn’t trust myself around him, but I saw no other choice. I was no plumber but even if I had the slightest inclination of what was wrong I had no clue where any of the controls were in this new apartment.

  I looked to the towel rail; it was empty. There was only a tiny hand-towel by the sink
that would barely stretch to cover my bits. Naked, I walked back into my bedroom and immediately knew something was wrong. I stopped dead in my tracks trying to figure out what had changed. My head lifted upwards as I caught the remnants of a scent I couldn’t quite place.

  My eyes glided over the carpeted floor; bare and completely void of clothing. My dress was gone. I backed into the bathroom and grabbed the tiny towel, feeling the need to cover my vulnerable body before exploring the room further.

  I was being silly, I thought. I was probably just misremembering, I’d been drinking after all, the clothes were probably on my bed or down the side... but it was no use trying to convince myself. I could see the crumpled bedspread from where I stood and it was clear.