Dum! Dum! Dum!

Carried in a bridal style, Hannah bit her lips, feeling Miles’ possessive arms locked around her body. Her flushed face heated even more and her heartbeat increased every single second her thoughts spun around the reality that she was being carried by her stepson like a bride.

She wasn’t delusional to think she didn’t have much of a weight, after all she was a thick, curvaceous MILF in every aspect.

Being held so effortlessly in a calm, steady nonchalant pace blew her emotions into a frantic chaos.

Complex thoughts rose, questioning her how she felt and her current state of being so close with her stepson.

’Miles... how come his abs and chest feel so strong.’ One of her arms had intuitively hung around his neck, the other firmly pressed against his chest.

’Stop! What are you thinking about Hannah? He’s your stepson, no, your son in fact. Don’t be so sick.’ Hannah’s sanity rebuked her thoughts.

But, she was just a woman after all.

A lonely woman for the past 10 years.

Being treated like a princess in the arms of her hero had completely won her over. How could she resist such thoughts?

Besides, Miles had been the only man in her life in a decade.

There was a time she bathed and clothed him even. She knew everything then, till puberty came and ruined it all.

Truly, she missed and longed for those moments.

But now, being in the arms of the once cute little boy, she felt something change, something unethical and taboo form in her heart.

’Am I.... Am I falling for my son? Miles?’

Realizing what her rapidly thumping heart meant, Hannah inwardly squirmed. Though drunk, her thoughts had become active, spinning several scenarios and unable to calm down. That, until a sudden click ruined the moment.

Miles opened the back seat of her car, and gently placed her inside.

"No..." She tried to protest against being placed in the car, but Miles merely took it as a drunken habit when her hand sluggishly hit his chest.

The moment he let go, her heart sank, filling a hollow sense replacing the warmth of his embrace and strong arms.

She pouted and her thoughts slurred, intoxication taking over.

Watching his Stepmother slump on the seat—

’Damn.’ Miles inwardly cursed and withdrew his eyes from her voluptuous body towards the bulge in his pants.

"It took everything in me to try to hold you down." He muttered at it, feeling relieved he made it through.

Hannah’s boobs had been mostly pressed against his chest all this while. Her intoxicated expression and scent made it worse to resist both his imagination and daring thoughts at the same time.

Glancing around, he saw the security guards still gazing in his direction after they had been left speechless.

Shaking his head at them, he walked forward to pick his bicycle and put it in the trunk.

"Hello?" Miles picked up the call and Deb’s tensed voice came through.

" I found mom, she’s with me right now."

The moment he said that, he heard several relieved gasps from the other end.

"...Thank goodness." Deb breathed, her voice softening with joy.

" Where are you now? We’ll come pick you up." She added a moment later.

"Don’t worry, I’ve got this, will reach home soon." Miles responded as he entered the car and shut the door.

Whilst, there was silence over the other end for a moment.

".... Wait! Can you drive?"

Cassie seemed to have collected the phone and spoke out their thoughts.

"What? Do you think I’m dumb?" Miles sneered, grinning as he ignited the engine and revved it enough to silence the girls.

’Call ended.’

Miles read the pop up notification on his phone screen and smiled.

10 minutes later.

In front of the Sinclairs’ Duplex in Sunflower Estate, three girls could be seen, silently pacing around with a subtle loom of worry in their faces.

Debra, Josephine and Cassie.

At this moment, the illumination of a bright light on the roadside and a single horn caused them to stop.

Grinning behind the wheels at their genuinely surprised faces, Miles smoothly pulled into the driveway.

" Surprised?" He jeered at them before they then revealed captivating smiles.

" Asshole." Josephine cursed at him, while Deb and Cassie looked too stunned as they took in his appearance.

"No way, did you dye your hair?"

Cassie slowly walked towards him in amazement, and moved her hands to touch his hair when she came close.

Meanwhile, Deb blushed heavily because of her impure thoughts when staring at him.

After a moment of checking out his hair, Cassie lowered her neck feeling it ache from the craning then slapped his shoulder, only to gasp again.

" Wait a minute." Her eyes widened, before Miles could react and stop her hands, she already pulled up his shirt. Exposing his intricate masculine abs that were close to perfection.

"Ah." She yelped and jumped back in daze.

Deb was left dazed.

"Huh?"

Due to what happened earlier, Josephine didn’t want to end up blushing again, so she didn’t want to go up close to Miles.

But staring at him now, she couldn’t believe it.

’Help! I’m dazed by my brother’s abs.’

"What the fuck. I feel harassed! You bunch of perverts."

Feigning a molested cry, Miles crossed his arms over his chest and managed to pull the girls from their daze.

They blushed, realizing they had stared too long and intuitively exchanged glances, knowing they had the same thoughts.

Cassie was the first to make a comeback.

"What? Can’t I admire my brother’s body or the good things in the world?" She smirked, a great look of satisfaction on her face after saying it.

"Pervert, why did you show it to us?"

" I didn—"

" Yes you did." Deb interjected, cutting him short.

" How shameless." Miles said with gritted teeth knowing he had lost.

His sisters exchanged silent glances too and proceeded to the car.

"Shit! Was mom drinking?" Opening the door and perceiving the strong scent of liquor, Cassie quickly turned to Miles.