Seducing My Stepbrother: A Forbidden Romance by Cassandra Dee

Author:Cassandra Dee [Dee, Cassandra]
Language: eng
Format: epub

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Mason

Holy fuck, the shit’s hit the fan. The Olympics were fucking awesome, and business is good as a result. Even more sponsors have piled on since I won my medals because they want to put my face on everything from condoms to Cheerios, my appeal’s that broad.

But it’s also unpredictable. I have stalkers now, including women who throw themselves at me like I’m a piece of meat.

“Mason you’re so hot, marry me!” squealed one, chucking something my way. I caught it and grimaced when I saw that it was her panties. I only hoped they were new, and not dirty and stained.

“Mace, you’re an American hero!” screamed another woman, this one practically launching herself at me. Fortunately, my reflexes are quick and she ended up in the arms of my agent, Jim. Of course, instead of pushing her away, Jim, that dirty old bag, used the opportunity to cop a feel, squeezing her breasts and giving her ass a whack as she pulled off. Clearly, the geezer’s never heard of the #MeToo movement because he could get in some real trouble.

But life continues. Even though I’m with Janie, it still feels nice to be the man of the moment. Plus, the cash is rolling in, so Janie and I are pretty much set for life. Yet, my girl’s been acting weird recently. When I asked her about the Donkey, she hemmed and hawed a little.

“No, I haven’t been dancing because I’ve been feeling sick,” she said, sitting up straighter in her chair.

It was true. Janie’s been looking a little pale recently, but I figured it was because of all the travel. Janie accompanies me as I do the rounds of daytime talk-shows, and I love having my girl there as I joked with Maury, shot the breeze with Al, and jived with Lester. Having Janie’s support, whether backstage or in the audience, made me feel invincible and helps me loosen up too.

Take my most recent jaunt to New York, for example. Jim had booked an appearance for me on ABC’s Morning Vision with its host Hester Kopt, a daytime veteran known for her wacky and sometimes biting sense of humor. As part of the gimmick, the producers wanted me to wear a swim cap with my Thom Browne suit, which is a thousand dollar get-up that I’d had tailored to my proportions. As an Olympic athlete, I’m six four with long arms and legs, so you can’t exactly buy things off the rack. Plus, I looked good in the custom-tailored suit and knew it. Janie had helped me pick it out, and we’d purchased the two-piece with an eye towards its sharp lines, and the telegenic appeal of the expensive fabric.

But a swim cap on top of Thom Browne? I’d be a laughingstock.

“No way,” I’d growled. “That’s ridiculous.”

“Come on Mason,” wheedled Tim, the stage manager. “You look more like you when you have the swim cap on.”

“What do you mean?” I asked, dumbfounded.

“Well, you know that you’re generally swimming face down, so no one can see your features,” Tim replied reasonably.

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