Sleeping With My Step Daddy-Chapter 39: "Twisted Love"

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Kai entered the classroom quietly and took his seat. Miles glanced at him, eyes full of curiosity.

Kai could feel the stare. "He just wanted to apologize for what he did," Kai said, breaking the silence.

"I didn’t ask," Miles replied with a smirk.

Kai sighed. "Your eyes ask everything."

Miles chuckled. "You’re my best friend. I know you’ll tell me everything eventually."

Kai turned his gaze toward the window. His thoughts drifted far from the classroom—to his past. Questions he had buried for years surfaced again.

Why did his mother leave Japan so suddenly?

Where was his father?

He never really knew. All he remembered was his grandmother and their house in Tokyo. He had always been told bits and pieces, but nothing ever made sense.

Where are you, Dad?

Why don’t I remember anything about you?

Kai closed his eyes, trying to search the shadows of his memory, hoping something would come to light. But all he could recall was his grandmother’s warm smile... and the unfamiliar ache of something missing.

Miles gently placed a hand on Kai’s shoulder. "Kai... what are you thinking about?"

Kai blinked out of his thoughts as the teacher entered the room. "Oh... I’m just a little sleepy," he said softly.

Miles gave him a concerned look, but nodded.

And together, they turned their attention to the lecture, even as unanswered questions continued to stir inside Kai’s heart.

After college, as usual, Ethan and Bast were waiting outside for Miles and Kai.

"I’m glad Kai knows the truth now," Ethan said, watching the school gates.

Bast nodded. "Yeah... me too. But I’ve noticed something. Ever since he found out, he’s been trying to search for something—maybe his real father."

Ethan turned to him, surprised. "Why do you think that?"

Bast sighed. "He’s always been sensitive. And he’s always wanted to go back to Japan. But ever since we moved to America, I’ve never taken him back because..." Bast trailed off.

Ethan frowned. "Because what? If Kai really wants to see his grandma, shouldn’t you let him go? Or better, take him yourself?"

Bast lowered his gaze. "She’s not his grandma..."

Before he could say more, Kai and Miles arrived, walking over with casual smiles.

Miles beamed. "Did you two wait long?"

Ethan quickly forced a smile. "Nope, just a little" He turned to Kai and added, "Hey, Kai. You good?"

Kai nodded, keeping it brief. "Yeah, I’m fine."

Ethan tapped Bast’s shoulder and whispered, "We’ll talk later."

Bast nodded silently as Ethan and Miles got into the car.

Kai glanced at Bast. Bast smiled softly and said, "Is my little baby tired?"

Kai nodded slightly. "Just a little bit."

Bast gently wrapped an arm around his waist. "Let’s go home."

They got into the car and drove off together.

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Meanwhile, in another car, Miles sat quietly, watching the passing streets through the window.

"Ethan... where are we going?" he asked, suspicion creeping into his voice.

Ethan smiled, eyes on the road. "You forgot?"

Miles blinked. "Forgot what?"

Ethan replied casually, "Dad came back to America today. We have dinner with him tonight."

Miles’ face went pale instantly, like the blood drained from his body. His voice trembled. "U-Uncle Victor... came back?"

"Yeah," Ethan answered, glancing over. "And you should start calling him Dad. After we get married, he’ll be your father too."

Miles didn’t say a word. His heart pounded so loud it echoed in his ears. His hands trembled in his lap.

Ethan noticed. "Milk... are you okay?"

Miles forced a smile. "I’m fine..."

They arrived at the restaurant. Inside, Mr. Victor Hayes was already seated at the VIP table, his posture as cold and imposing as ever.

Ethan muttered under his breath as they approached, "Still the same. Never changes."

Miles froze for a split second but forced himself to keep walking. He never wanted to see Victor’s face again—but there was no escape.

They sat down across from him.

Ethan spoke first. "Hello, Dad."

Victor’s cold eyes moved from Ethan to Miles, and a smirk tugged at his lips. "How are you two doing?"

Ethan loosened his tie. "We’re doing well. What about you, Dad? Found yourself a new wife yet?"

Victor took a sip of wine. "Don’t worry about me. You should be thinking about yourself. You’re 34 and still single. Why can’t you settle down already?"

Ethan slammed his hand on the table. "Who said I’m single?" He reached over and grabbed Miles’ hand. "I’m in a relationship with Milk. And we’re getting married soon."

Victor’s smirk twisted into something sharper. "You’re my only son, Ethan. And you think I’ll allow you to marry a man? A gay man?"

Ethan’s face turned red with anger. "Why do you always do this? I told you—I’m only going to marry Miles."

Miles, overwhelmed by the tension and haunted by shadows from the past, stood abruptly. "Excuse me... I need to use the restroom." His voice shook, and without waiting for a reply, he rushed away. freewebnøvel.coɱ

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In the restroom, Miles leaned over the sink, splashing cold water on his face. He clenched the edge of the basin, trying to hide the tears, trying to drown the pain that came rushing back.

His chest rose and fell quickly, breaths uneven.

The face of Victor Hayes—so powerful, so cruel—still loomed in his mind.

Ethan stared furiously at his father, fists clenched at his sides. "You’ve always known I love Miles," he said, voice sharp with restrained anger. "Then why act like this now? Why pretend like you didn’t know all along?"

Victor didn’t flinch. He looked at his son with cold authority and said, "I’m your father. I didn’t want to break your heart back then—that’s the only reason I let you keep Miles by your side. But now you’re a grown man. It’s time to move on."

He leaned back and sipped his wine before continuing, "Leave Miles. Marry a beautiful woman, settle down. If you can’t find one, I’ll find one for you."

Ethan’s jaw tightened. His nails dug into his palms as he struggled to keep his temper in check.

At that moment, Miles walked back from the restroom. His face was damp—whether from the water or his tears, it was hard to tell. But Ethan noticed immediately.

He stood up fast, walked to Miles, and gently grabbed his wrist.

Turning back to his father, Ethan’s voice was clear and firm. "You need to think carefully about what I said. I’m only going to marry Milk. No one else."

Without waiting for a response, Ethan pulled Miles with him and walked out of the restaurant, leaving Victor behind at the table.

Ethan and Miles arrived home in silence. As soon as they stepped inside, Miles kept his gaze low, his eyes red and glossy.

Ethan pulled him into a warm embrace, holding him tightly. "Don’t worry," he whispered, voice full of certainty. "I’m always with you."

Miles slowly looked up, his tears finally slipping free. "Your dad... he’s not happy with our relationship," he said, voice cracking. "I don’t want to lose you, Ethan."

Ethan cupped his waist gently, pulling him even closer. "You won’t," he said firmly. "I’m right here, always—no matter what happens."

Miles looked into his eyes. "Promise me," he whispered.

Ethan leaned in and kissed him softly. "Promise."

Miles’s hands trembled as he reached up, gently holding Ethan’s face. Then he kissed him back—deeper, fuller—like pouring every ounce of emotion into that one moment.

They stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, finding comfort in their love, even when the world outside refused to understand.

Ethan and Miles stumbled into the room, lips crashing together in a heated kiss that left no space between their bodies. Ethan’s fingers fumbled at the buttons of his shirt, ripping it off impatiently as Miles slid his hands across Ethan’s bare chest, his fingers grazing his nipples and feeling the sharp intake of breath it drew.

Their kiss deepened, rough and hungry. Ethan pushed Miles gently against the bed, tugging his shirt over his head in one swift motion. He couldn’t tear his eyes away—Miles, with his flushed skin, golden hair falling over his eyes, and those swollen pink lips, looked utterly irresistible.

Ethan leaned in, his lips pressing against Miles’ neck, licking and sucking the sensitive skin until faint marks bloomed. Miles gasped, arching beneath him. Ethan’s mouth trailed lower, tongue circling a nipple before he sucked it between his lips, teasing with slow flicks that made Miles whimper softly.

Miles reached for Ethan, his hands trembling as he wrapped his fingers around his thick, hard length, stroking it slowly at first. Then, without breaking eye contact, Miles leaned down and took Ethan’s cock into his mouth. His lips wrapped around the tip, tongue swirling and teasing, before he slowly took more of him in.

Ethan groaned, his hand sliding into Miles’ golden hair, fingers tightening slightly as the warmth of Miles’ mouth surrounded him. Miles sucked him slowly at first, then deeper, his tongue tracing every inch as he licked and sucked with growing hunger. The sounds of pleasure filled the room, mixing with the soft gasps and moans that spilled from Ethan’s lips.