Sleeping With My Step Daddy-Chapter 41: "Room 380"

Kai and Miles arrived at the table and sat down. Ethan looked at Miles and said, "Milk, why are your eyes red?"

Miles smiled and shook his head. "Nope, it’s just... something got in my eyes."

Ethan gently held his face. "Let me see."

Miles quickly replied, "Oh, it’s fine now."

Meanwhile, Bast turned to Kai and said with a playful grin, "Let me hold your face too."

Kai pushed his hand away. "Why?"

Bast pouted. "How rude, baby. You are."

Kai replied, "I’m okay."

But Bast slipped his arm around Kai’s waist and said, "I’m more stubborn than you."

Kai’s face turned red. "B-Bast, we’re in public!"

Bast smiled mischievously. "So what? I can tell everyone you’re mine."

Kai tried to push him away, but Bast’s grip was strong. Ethan and Miles watched, both amused by the scene. Kai’s face was flushed with embarrassment.

Ethan chuckled and teasingly said, "I think you both should head home."

Bast smirked. "Yep, you’re right. Let’s go, Kai."

Kai’s eyes widened. "Why?!"

Bast just smiled knowingly.

Ethan sighed and said, "Dad wants to meet me again today."

Bast leaned back in his seat and replied, "You should just tell him clearly about your decision."

Ethan laid back, rubbing his forehead. "I already told him, but he’s not ready to accept it."

Miles sat quietly, staring down at the table. Suddenly, his phone buzzed. A message appeared on the screen—from an unknown number.

"Tonight, 8 PM. Blue Night Hotel, Room 380. If you don’t come, Ethan will find out the truth you’ve been hiding."

Miles’s face turned pale. He quickly locked his phone and placed it face-down on the table. His hands began to tremble slightly.

Bast and Ethan continued chatting casually, while Kai scrolled through his own phone. None of them noticed Miles’s shift in mood.

But inside, Miles was frozen. He already knew who sent the message—Victor.

His thoughts raced. What should I do?

His chest tightened and his body turned cold with fear.

Bast stood up and stretched. "Let’s go, Kai. We have a date today."

Kai blinked, confused. "Who decided that?"

Bast grinned and took his hand. "Try to remember, baby. When did we agree on a date?"

Kai blinked again, and then it hit him—he remembered Bast hugging him and sweet-talking him into saying yes earlier.

Bast gently tugged his hand. "Let’s go."

Kai sighed with a small smile. "Okay... later, Miles. Later, Ethan."

Ethan chuckled while Miles waved. "Have a good day," Ethan said with a teasing smirk as Bast and Kai walked off.

Bast opened the car door for Kai like a gentleman, then slid into the driver’s seat. With a soft click of the door, they were off—driving into their little date, the soft hum of the engine matching the warmth between them.

Ethan cupped Miles’ face gently. "Have you decided where we’re going for our honeymoon?"

Miles gave a small smile. "Not yet... I haven’t decided."

Ethan smiled back. "Alright. We’ll talk about it tonight—I’ve got some work to finish up."

Miles nodded, then quickly added, "Oh, and... Ethan, Eden needs my help with his sister’s wedding preparations. Can I go tonight?"

Ethan chuckled softly. "Of course you can, but don’t stay out too late, okay? Come back early."

Miles forced a smile, hiding the nervous flutter in his chest. "Okay... I will."

Miles sat alone in his room, his eyes brimming with tears. As the silence closed in around him, he finally broke down, crying into his hands.

"What should I do...?" he whispered to himself, voice trembling. "Should I tell Kai?" He shook his head quickly, wiping his tears. "No... I can’t ruin his date. Not now..."

At the Blue Night Hotel, Victor sat comfortably in the luxurious VIP Room 380. A half-empty glass of wine dangled from his fingers as he glanced at the clock. A sly smile curved on his lips. He wore only a loosely tied bathrobe, the fabric hanging open across his chest. He was calm, patient—waiting for Miles.

Meanwhile, Miles stepped into the hotel lobby, his heart pounding. His voice trembled, and his face was pale with fear as he approached the front desk.

"H-Hello," he stammered, barely managing to get the words out. "Room 380..."

The receptionist smiled sweetly. "Mr. Miles?" she asked gently.

Miles gave a hesitant nod. "Y-Yes... I’m Miles."

She handed him the keycard and said, "Mr. Victor is waiting for you."

Miles’s hand shook as he took the keycard. He held it tightly, as if it would slip from his fingers. His steps were weak and unsteady, every part of him screaming to turn and run. But he had no choice.

Just then, Rico entered the hotel lobby with his secretary. His eyes caught Miles immediately.

"Isn’t that Kai’s friend?" Rico murmured. He narrowed his gaze, watching Miles walk away. "What is he doing here?"

Rico frowned. "His face... he looks pale. And tense. What’s going on?"

Miles stopped in front of Room 380. His hand trembled as he reached for the door. He stood frozen, staring at the numbers like they might vanish if he waited long enough. His chest rose and fell quickly—his breath uneven. He tried to calm himself, but the fear carved into his heart at the mention of Victor’s name wouldn’t fade.

He looked down at the keycard in his shaking hand.

Just go in... get it over with...

With a final breath, he swiped the card. A soft click.

The door creaked open.

He stepped inside, and his eyes immediately locked with Victor’s.

Victor sat on the couch, legs crossed, drink in hand, wearing that same half-open bathrobe like he’d been expecting something... or someone. His gaze slowly scanned Miles from head to toe, and a faint smirk played on his lips.

Victor smiled, a slow and unsettling curve of his lips. "Finally, you arrived, Miles."

Miles stood frozen in place.

Victor stood up and walked toward him. Miles instinctively stepped back, fear tightening every muscle in his body, until his back pressed against the cold wall.

Victor’s eyes gleamed. "How beautiful your scared face looks..."

"Why are you doing this?" Miles whispered, his voice shaking.

Victor reached out, tracing a finger down Miles’s cheek. "You’ve grown up... and become even more adorable. More beautiful," he murmured. "Just seeing you like this... it turns me on."

Miles’s eyes filled with tears. "Please, Uncle... don’t ruin my life..."

Victor chuckled darkly. "How cruel. Don’t say ’Uncle.’ You can call me Victor... It sounds better, doesn’t it?"

He slid his hands around Miles’s waist. Miles flinched.

"So soft..." Victor whispered. "Your body’s even softer than before."

His voice dropped lower, seductive and chilling. "Be my boy, Miles. Forget about Ethan. One day, he’ll get bored of you and leave. But me? I’ll never get tired of you. I’ll keep you like something precious... I’ll give you anything you want. Hmm?"

Victor leaned closer, inhaling the scent of Miles’s neck as fresh tears rolled silently down Miles’s cheeks.

Victor leaned in closer, his breath warm against Miles’s skin, then licked the side of his neck slowly.

"Mmm... you taste so sweet," he whispered.

Miles stood completely frozen, his body trembling with fear and disgust. "I... I love Ethan," he finally said, his voice fragile but determined. "He truly loves me."

Victor paused, staring into Miles’s tearful eyes. His gaze drifted slowly down to Miles’s trembling pink lips.

"Do you really think," Victor said with a dangerous calmness, "that Ethan will still love you after he finds out you slept with me?"

Miles’s eyes widened in horror.

Victor chuckled darkly. "What do you think he’ll do? Still take you back? No. He’ll kick you out of his life and marry some beautiful woman instead."

Miles shook his head. "I didn’t sleep with you. You... you forced yourself on me!"

Victor let out a cruel laugh. "And you really think Ethan will believe that?"

Victor grabbed Miles’s hand tightly. "You know me well," he said, his voice low and threatening. "You know exactly what I’m capable of."

Miles’s eyes filled with panic as he struggled to break free, but Victor only tightened his grip, pulling him closer.

"Just imagine," Victor whispered, leaning in, "how much Ethan will hate you when he finds out his lover slept with his father."

Miles’s heart sank. "I didn’t... I didn’t do anything wrong..."

Victor’s tone turned chillingly calm. "Come on. Let’s go to bed. Don’t be afraid. This time, I’ll be gentle... as long as you do what I say."

He reached out and brushed Miles’s hair back gently, as if pretending to be tender. "If you listen to me, Ethan will never know. I promise."

Miles stared at him, trapped in fear, hopelessness filling his chest. His body froze. There was no way out... and no one to help him.

Victor’s grip on Miles’s wrist tightened as he pulled him slowly toward the bed.

Miles’s steps felt heavy, like his body was no longer his own. His feet moved, but his heart screamed to run, to escape, to scream for help—but he couldn’t. There was no one here to hear him.

His eyes brimmed with tears, fear tightening around his chest like chains. Please... someone... anyone... he cried silently. But the room was silent, the world deaf to his pain.

Victor’s voice dripped with fake sweetness. "That’s it, good boy. Just follow me. Everything will be okay."