Sex with My Mafia Stepbrother

TIFFANY’S POV

The bell rang and I was more than happy to run out of class. Strapping my bag over my shoulder, I walked out and headed straight to my locker.

I sat at the back during class as I almost always did, but today felt weird. I felt like the stares were digging through my chest this time not my back, I felt like they were all secretly saying to themselves. Well, I heard a little but I couldn’t tell if my head was just playing me.

“that’s the sexy Tiffany, have you seen her nudes?”

“Tiny Boobies”

“I will say I love her belly baby fat. My girlfriend is so sick of it that she would starve for a whole day”

A shoulder bag, converse shoes, a jacket and a pair of baggy jeans. It wasn’t really hard to identify Gladys, what was hard was ignoring her.

“All I can tell you is watch out for Gladys,” the words rang in my head again. Was there more to what Luciano said? I couldn’t seem to get it out of my head.

I pulled up my hood well making sure it was well over my head, it was my little way of avoiding the glances and looks and now I would use it to avoid Gladys.

Taking a deep breath, I walked over to my locker and entered the code, trying my best not to fidget or fumble and attract more attention to myself.

“Tiffany,” a voice louder than the P. A system screamed. It was unmistakably Gladys’s, she just had to draw more attention to me. She enjoyed it.

1, 2.. “Tiffany!” Her voice bellowed again just as I expected.

Pretending not to have heard her, I turned around and plastered a fake smile across my face pretending not to be hurt by her actions.

“Oh my dear best friend, I didn’t hear you call me,” I fried mockingly as I walked over to her locker with outstretched arms I was hoping could kill.

“Hi Tiff, I’ve missed you,” she replied pulling me deep into the embrace.

Her level of pretense shocked me. Why was she acting like she was a good person.”Hey, did you see the pictures of my boobs that surfaced online?” I asked her, my voice a little bit above the normal tempo.

The smile on her face immediately turned into a scowl. “It was Massimo. Definitely!” She replied with a voice full of contempt and laced with malice.

“Well, I still need to see him for the mashup regardless of what he did.”

She began to scratch her hair “What mashup?” She asked. “Oh, I remember,” she jumped in before I could explain. It was obvious she had no idea why I was talking about.

“Do you really remember Gladys?” I laughed, almost genuinely for the first time in a while.

“Ofcourse I do. That mashup that…” She trailed off.

“Right, you don’t. It’s the two some with Massimo, do you think I should bring Lu too?” I asked her.

She wore a confused expression on her face. “Shouldn’t you be mad at Massimo, why would you want to sleep with him?”

I ignored her question and acted like I didn’t hear her by staring in the air and rambling on. “You’ll watch while they fuck me, I mean I’m the whore here, right?” I turned to her sharply.

“Right Gladys?” I asked again, covering up the little space between us. “Right?”

“I have no idea of what you mean Tiff, what’s this all about?” She continued playing the innocent game.

“You can lie all you want, go behind my back all you want, be a bitch while it lasts, but be rest assured that I’ll get you,” I stared right into her eyes.

It hurt that Gladys would do all what she did to me, I would definitely make her pay.

Gladys stood in shock, or what she expected me to believe. “I don’t understand Tiff, where’s all of these coming from. I was really worried about you,” she continued to pretend.

“Oh, how’s your imaginary boyfriend Gladys. Is he faring well?” I locked her and pushed her shoulder with the tip of my index finger. Gladys had always lied about having a boyfriend and I pretended to believe her to make her feel better.

“What do you mean imaginary boyfriend? Are you okay Tiff?” She asked acting out a show of concern.

“We both know you have no boyfriend Gladys, you can drop the act. We also both know that’s why you go after my boyfriends at any slight chance you have,” I confronted her.

“No, I don’t.”

“Yes, you do,” I retorted.

“I’m not hiding it anymore you know. You know I fucked Lu, don’t you? Now you’re going to go after him as you always do.”

“Tiff..” I didn’t let her finish.

“As you always do Gladys. You did the same thing with Massimo and now you’re going to try it with Lu, but unfortunately he’s not interested in you.”

“I’m not interested in Luciano, tiffany,” she defended and began to inch forward suddenly like she just harvested super powers from a supernatural gourd.

“Oh yes you are.”

“No I’m not Tiff and I don’t know what has gotten into your head.”

“It’s you Gladys,” I rambled on. If anything, I was most definitely not going to let her ride me like I was some toy of hers, not anymore. “It’s you Gladys,” I repeated.

“You fucked Massimo behind my back. You had sex with him without my knowledge, what does that seem like to you Gladys? Did you think I wouldn’t find out?” I half screamed, trying my best not to attract further attention, but I was hurt.

Deeply hurt. I was trying my best to keep my cool and subdue the tears that were ever willing to drop so quickly from the corners of my eyes.

“I trusted you Gladys, I trusted you a lot.”This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

By now, Gladys was no longer putting on the fake sympathetic facade she had put on. Her face was straight and lacked emotions. She looked like she could strangle me.

“Could she?” I questioned myself as her hand came towards me in full and fast force.

And then I heard the bang of something against the locker. Wasn’t sure what it was.