Stepson

You were once engaged to a man who had everything. A powerful man with loads of money. He had a son who was obnoxious prick, and you had always thought about how bad of a person he was behind his father's back. It was probably much worse than you had imagined, and in one of your wonderings, you had thought about what might have happened with you had kept your engagement and became his step mom. You had seen how he had looked at you, and the fantasies that come out of that had been quite unlike you.

It was the day when you first met him. Brian was 18 years old, and every bit the prep that any teenage social circle would identify as being as part of. You remember how small he was when you first met your boyfriend. He was picture perfect around his dad, but the moment he was not looking, he would start to misbehave. He was pretty clever at keeping it hidden too, which included going about something shady to get what he wanted. When the door opened for you to be greeted, you could see him down the corridor, smiling at you. He was a handsome young man, and your future in laws introduced him as the prince of the house, an angel who could do no wrong. The hidden smirk under his facade made you cringe, and even more so when you catch him checking you out during dinner, peering down the cleavage of your dress. He had something up his sleeve, and the anxiety of not knowing was getting to you.