7. Selena

Oh my god! What just happened? I rush down the hallway back to my room. I can't believe I just did that. Not to mention the fact that he found me here. How did he know where to find me? Has he been stalking me? Shit, he could be here to kill me, and what do I do? Have sex with his fucking ass beside the ice machine.

It didn't stop me from taking what I wanted, some fucking good ass dick. I don't know how I've been so lucky to come across two men in the last few days that have made me orgasm like no other, but damn if I don't love it. If he wants to pleasure me like that, then I'll gladly let him tie me up and lock me in a basement, making me his own personal sex slave.

Pulling my keycard out of my purse, I scan it and push the door open, stepping inside my room. It"s still a mess from this morning, with clothes tossed about, so I quickly hang them up, then sit down on the edge of my bed, falling backward.

All the euphoria from my wild sexcapade drifts away, knowing that I have to go yet another round with my mother tonight. I love her dearly, but I can't stand being around her.

"AHHHHHHH," I scream out in aggravation. At the same time, I hear my phone ping, letting me know I have an incoming message. Dread fills me with who it could be—my top guess, mother dearest.

Mom: The rehearsal tonight has been canceled. The wedding planner will meet with Abel and the boys tomorrow, and then us.

Wow! Okay, not that I'm complaining, but why? Is she really not even going to say?

I'm about to reply when another message pops up.

Sam: Bitch, it's been almost over 24 hours since you left with no contact. Are you dead? skull emoji>

I can't help but cackle at my best friend. He's the best, and I have no clue what I'd do without him. He's comforted me through every visit with my mother. But before I can chat with Sam, I need to find out what the hell"s going on with this damn rehearsal.

Me: Why was it canceled?

No need to pussyfoot around, blunt and to the point is how I like it.

Mom: Really, Selena? You have the gall to ask me that after today? My nerves are shot after the way you behaved. How you talked to me. I could barely contain my emotions and Abel felt it was best to take a night for me. He's booked us an overnight couple's retreat to pamper me. I expect to see you in my suite tomorrow at 10 am sharp.

Me: Mom, don't you think you're overreacting just a little bit?

Mom: No, I don't! Just look at you now. I'm turning my phone off. See you tomorrow, Selena. Hopefully, this bitchy attitude of yours will not make a presence.

Could she be any more dramatic? Standing up, I head over to the minibar, pulling out a bottle of whiskey. Why, thank you, Mom. Opening the bottle, I lift it to my lips and take a long swallow of the bitter brown liquid.

Good, now I can get drunk tonight, have a hangover tomorrow, so I won't care what she says, then come back to my room and crash for the rest of the day. Opening the minibar, I pull out two more bottles, and make my way back over to the bed, kicking off my shoes and sitting down, resting my back against the headrest and picking my phone up.

Sam: Are you in jail? Did she finally make you crack? Do I need to sell my body to raise money for bail and an attorney?

I laugh so hard, I choke on the liquid in my mouth. It flies out as I start coughing.

Me: I'm alive, not in jail, but very much headed toward being drunk.

Me: Apparently I was rude and embarrassing today, even though she took every opportunity to fat shame me. So no rehearsal tonight. Now me and the minibar are getting to know each other on a very intimate level.

Sam: Seriously, you fat? Not to be rude, Selly, but is your mom on some kind of drug? You have a body other women would kill for. Men would die to be with, well, all men but me. Sorry baby, it's all about the sausage for me, tacos make me want to hurl.

Me: And that's why I love you. Want to come out here and save me?

Sam: NO!

Me: Fine, be that way! I was going to tell you all about the hot guy from the club who hunted me down here and we just fucked in the hallway of the resort, not to mention the guy I met on the plane who inducted me into the mile high club.

Sam: Yes. You slut. I love you, baby… Shit. Jose is here. I have to go. I'm about to get my own world rocked. Promise me when you get home, we have a bestie night complete with pizza and alcohol.

Me: Promise.

One thing is for sure, I lucked out in the best friend department. And at the moment I'm lucking out in the alcohol department too.

"Zeke just messaged, said he's on his way here from the airport," I call out to Jay, who's in the bathroom, primping, hell-bent on finding his girl from earlier. Shit, I can't even make fun of him. I want to find Veronica. I know it isn't her real name, but with nothing else to call her, it's all I have.

Jay pokes his head out of the bathroom, removing the toothbrush from his mouth. "Fuck yeah, he gonna go out with us?"

"I imagine so. Fuck man, just got a message from Dad. Let me see what he says."

Could the rehearsal be back on now? That will really throw a wrench in Jay's plans for the night.

Dad: I want you and your brothers to message your new sister and take her to dinner. Get to know her and perhaps persuade her to be nicer to her mother tomorrow. It would make your old man happy.

Ughh! I groan.

"What is it, Eli?" Jay calls from the bathroom.

"Seems Dad wants us to play nice with the new sister and take her out to eat." He comes out of the bathroom, a scowl on his face as he buttons up his shirt. "No way, man. I want to find my girl, not babysit."

Me: Dad. Come on, don"t make us. We haven't even met her, know what her name is, or even have her number.

Dad: You will do this because I asked you. Selena is going to be your sister, and you need to get to know her. Here is her number 555-647-9555. Now I expect you and your brothers to do it.

Me: Fine.

Dad: Also meet me in the wedding hall at 9:30 am. The wedding planner will be going over how the ceremony will go before she goes and meets with Julia and Selena.

"Jay, apparently we have to do it. Make Dad happy. I'm going to message her. Let's get it over with, then we can dump her and head out and find our ladies, and tMe: Hey this is Eli, your soon-to-be stepbrother. Dad messaged and wants me and my brothers to take you out to eat. Get ready and we can meet you in the lobby. hen find one for Zeke."

Needing to get this done, I open a new message and type her number in.

Me: Hey this is Eli, your soon-to-be stepbrother. Dad messaged and wants me and my brothers to take you out to eat. Get ready and we can meet you in the lobby.

I figure if we eat in the resort restaurant, we don't have to worry about bringing her back here. I wait a few minutes, but when I don't get a reply, I sigh. If she doesn't want to answer, that's on here. I can at least tell Dad I tried.

But it seems luck isn't on my side. A few seconds later, my phone pings with an incoming message.

Stepbitch: Thanks but I'll pass. Jose, Jim, Jack and the Captain, and I are all having a good time right now.

Me: Wow. You are a slut, aren't you?

Stepbitch: And you're a fucking dick, so I guess we're both good. Now fuck off.

"She's definitely a bitch who apparently is screwing four guys up in her room." Jay just turns his nose up at that.

"What a slut. Think she learned it from her mother? Eli, are we really going to let him go through with this tomorrow?"

"We don't really have a choice." I sit on the bed, stretching my legs out as I lean back on the headboard, picking up the remote and scrolling through channels until I finally stop on ESPN.

Jay continues to bitch, but I barely pay attention to a word he says. Too busy fuming at the way the little whore answered me.

A knock on the door pulls both our attention and Jay jumps up to answer, his carbon copy standing on the other side.

"Who's ready to drink?" Zeke says loudly, stepping past Jay to enter the room, and dropping his bag on the floor. "Did you get to meet the new steps?"

"Nah man, apparently the new sister pissed the step monster off and all plans tonight were canceled. Then Dad wanted us to take the sister out, but according to Eli, she's holed up in her room with four guys." Jay gives him the play-by-play as he flops down on the bed.

"Really." he asks

"Yeah, the slut even gave me their names."

"What are they?" Zeke asks as he sits down on the edge of Jay"s bed, facing me.

"Jack, Jose, and two others I can't remember," I tell him, as he gives me a weird look before doubling over in laughter.

"Dude. That's alcohol. The stepsister is getting drunk in her room, not having a train run on her," he says when he finally catches his breath.

"Whatever, she's still a fucking bitch. Let's go. I want to find the woman from the plane and Jay wants to find his girl from the hallway."

"Sounds good. Would be even better if my woman was here, but when I get back home, I'm going to find her."

We all stand up and head out the door, with me in the rear, making sure to snatch up the key card from the desk.

Fuck the step monster and the step bitch. It's going to take everything in me not to object to this damn wedding tomorrow.