Sleeping With My Step Daddy
Chapter 42: "Saved by a Stranger"

Chapter 42: "Saved by a Stranger"

Victor touched Miles’s face softly, his voice low and possessive.

"How amazing it is... when you moan for me, Miles."

Miles stood frozen, his body tense and trembling. Victor’s fingers reached for the buttons of his shirt, slowly undoing them one by one. The cool air brushed against Miles’s skin as Victor traced his fingers lightly down his chest, then paused to squeeze the delicate skin of his pink nipples.

Tears pooled in Miles’s eyes, silently falling as he stared at nothing.

Victor’s gaze roamed hungrily over him.

"I’m starting to understand why Ethan calls you Milk," he murmured with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. "Your whole body... it’s so soft, so pure. Like milk."

Miles flinched as Victor’s fingers brushed over a faint mark on his side—the scar Ethan had unintentionally left the night before. Victor’s eyes darkened.

"So," Victor said sharply, "you did sleep with Ethan." His voice rose, no longer calm. "Is that what this scar is from?"

Miles remained still, frozen in fear, his breath coming fast. His heart pounded as Victor’s obsession wrapped tighter around him, like chains he couldn’t break.

Victor leaned over Miles on the bed, a twisted smile on his lips.

"Now... let me show you something better than what Ethan could ever give you," he whispered.

He hovered over Miles, attempting to kiss him, but Miles turned his face away in silent resistance. Victor chuckled darkly, brushing it off.

"Still so stubborn," he muttered, before kissing along Miles’s neck. His hands roamed hungrily over Miles’s trembling body, pressing his lips forcefully, again and again.

Just as Miles’s breath caught in fear, a sudden knock echoed through the room.

Victor paused, annoyed.

"What the hell...?"

Another knock followed, louder this time. Swearing under his breath, Victor climbed off the bed, adjusting his loosely tied bathrobe. He marched to the door and flung it open, only to find Rico standing tall in the hallway.

Rico’s sharp eyes scanned him head to toe—Victor’s bathrobe, the disheveled look, the tension in the air.

"Mr. Ken, we have a meeting. Did you forget?" Rico said, voice steady.

Victor’s eyes narrowed. "I’m not Ken. Who the hell are you? Where’s my guard?" He tried to shut the door, but Rico shoved a hand forward and forced it open.

Victor stumbled back a step. "Hey—!"

Rico stepped inside with purpose, immediately spotting Miles sitting on the edge of the bed, shirt disheveled, tears streaking his face. Without hesitation, Rico walked to him and gently took his wrist.

"Let’s go," he said quietly.

Victor barked, "Who the hell are you, and what do you think you’re doing?!"

Rico ignored him. He pulled Miles to his feet, shielding him with his body as he led him out of the room.

Victor’s angry voice echoed behind them, but Rico didn’t look back.

He had found Miles just in time.

Rico helped Miles into the car and closed the door. He glanced at him and said quietly, "Button up your shirt properly."

Miles, still trembling, lowered his eyes and slowly buttoned his shirt. His hands were shaking.

Rico handed him a bottle of water. "Here. Drink this and calm down. And please... don’t cry," he added gently. "I don’t like seeing that."

Miles took the bottle with a nod. He drank in silence, eyes glistening with unshed tears. "Thank you... for saving me," he whispered.

As he reached for the door handle to get out, Rico stopped him and started the engine.

Miles looked at him, confused. "Where are we going?"

"My place," Rico replied firmly.

"Why?" Miles asked, voice low.

Rico glanced at him. "Look at yourself—you look like a ghost. You need to rest and clean up."

Miles dropped his gaze and fell silent again.

They arrived at Rico’s apartment. Once inside, Rico guided him gently in and said, "Go take a shower first. You reek of alcohol."

Miles nodded quietly. Rico handed him a clean set of clothes and pointed toward the bathroom.

Miles’s phone started ringing again and again—Ethan’s name flashed on the screen.

Miles stared at it, guilt and fear written all over his face. "I need to go..." he said softly.

Rico stepped in front of him. "First, tell me—what were you doing at that hotel?"

Miles looked away. "It’s... none of your business."

Rico’s voice was calm but firm. "Really? After what I saw? You still think it’s none of my business?"

Rico sat beside Miles, his brows furrowed in concern. "Tell me what happened," he said gently. "Why were you at the hotel? And who was that man?"

Miles hesitated, his hands trembling slightly in his lap. After a long pause, he finally spoke, voice barely above a whisper.

"He’s... he’s Ethan’s dad. Victor," Miles said, his throat tightening. "He forced himself on me once... and now he’s blackmailing me. He wants to separate me and Ethan." His voice broke as tears welled in his eyes. "I love Ethan... I don’t want to lose him."

Rico’s jaw clenched at the words. He reached out and gently wiped the tears from Miles’s cheeks. "He’s a bastard," Rico muttered. "How cheap and disgusting he is... But don’t worry," he added firmly. "You’re safe now. I won’t let him hurt you again."

Rico walked Miles to the car and opened the door for him. "I’ll drop you home," he said calmly.

Miles nodded, his voice soft. "Thanks again... for everything."

"It’s okay," Rico replied. "Give me your number, just in case."

Miles handed him his phone. They exchanged contacts, and then Rico drove him home in silence. The tension hung thick, but there was comfort in the quiet.

As they pulled up in front of Miles’s house, Rico parked and glanced toward the window. Ethan stood behind the curtain, watching with a tense expression.

Rico waved from the car as Miles stepped out. "Good night," he said gently.

Miles nodded. "Good night."

He walked toward the door while Rico drove off.

Inside, Ethan stood still, eyes narrowed and filled with restrained anger. He sat down on the edge of the bed, jaw clenched.

Moments later, Miles entered the room. His footsteps were cautious. He paused when he saw Ethan’s expression—his body tense, hands balled into fists on his lap.

Ethan didn’t say a word.

Miles swallowed hard. "Ethan..."

But Ethan didn’t look at him.

Miles walked slowly toward Ethan. Ethan stood still, his eyes burning with a mix of anger and possessiveness.

"Miles..." Ethan said, his voice low, almost trembling with emotion.

Miles opened his mouth to respond, but before he could speak, Ethan grabbed his wrist and pulled him gently onto the bed. Miles’s heart raced. Ethan hovered over him, his expression dark and unreadable.

"What were you doing with Rico?" Ethan asked. His voice was calm, but laced with a quiet danger that made Miles shiver.

Miles hesitated, his lips parting. "He just gave me a ride."

Ethan’s gaze dropped to Miles’s clothes. "Why are your clothes so loose and oversized?"

Miles’s hands trembled where they rested on the sheets. "At Eden’s place... I spilled coffee on myself. Eden gave me these to change into. I booked a cab, but it never came. Then I ran into Rico, and he offered to drop me off."

Ethan stared at him in silence for a moment, his expression still guarded.

"Why didn’t you take your own car?" he asked sharply.

Miles looked down, voice soft. "I... wasn’t in the mood to drive today."

Ethan’s brows drew together. "Alright. Then I’ll hire a driver for you. From now on, you won’t need a ride from anyone else."

Miles’s eyes reddened, the weight of everything tightening in his chest. He swallowed hard.

Ethan noticed the change immediately. "Why are your eyes red?" he asked, his voice softening.

Miles forced a small smile. "It’s nothing... Just sleepy."

Ethan didn’t push further. Instead, he leaned in and pulled Miles into his arms, hugging him tightly. "Then let’s go to sleep."

Miles lay still beneath Ethan, the quiet tension in the room wrapping around them like a blanket. He looked up, guilt swimming in his eyes.

"I’m sorry," Miles whispered. "I didn’t mean to hurt you."

Ethan didn’t meet his gaze right away. His voice was low, laced with vulnerability. "I just don’t like seeing you with another man..."

Miles reached up and gently touched Ethan’s cheek. "I’m only yours."

Ethan’s eyes softened, but Miles’s gaze drifted slightly, thoughts creeping in like shadows. Thank you, Rico... he thought silently. If you hadn’t come today... how could I ever face Ethan after what almost happened?

Ethan finally looked at him, his expression tender. He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to Miles’s lips. "I’m sorry," he murmured, "for being rude."

Miles cupped Ethan’s face in his hands, smiling gently. "It’s okay," he whispered back, pulling Ethan into another kiss—

Victor sat stiffly in the room, his jaw clenched and anger burning in his eyes. A security guard stood beside him, tense and silent.

"Who was that man?" Victor snapped, pacing furiously. "How the hell did he get in, huh?"

The guard cleared his throat and replied cautiously, "His name is Rico. He’s here for a business meeting, sir. Working with Mr. Sebastian Vaughn’s corporation."

Victor froze for a moment, processing the information. "Sebastian Vaughn...?" he muttered, then narrowed his eyes. "That means... he knows Ethan too."

His lips curled into a bitter smirk. "Interesting..."

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