Stephan by Hazel Gower Page B

I’ll break the fucking door
if I have to.”
    Turning off the shower, I wrapped the towel
around me and yelled, “I’m fine. Stay calm and don’t even think of
coming in here.”
    When I didn’t hear anything back I dried
myself and went to over to a very expensive looking pink and black
suitcase. I opened it and groaned, if it was all very girly. I was
a jeans and t-shirt girl, sometimes I wore a skirt and heels, but
these, were, well they were something. They were all in my size and
every piece was name brand. I picked out pink panties. The matching
bra was nice but I knew with my cast I’d never get it on, well not
while I was still bruised and in pain. Rummaging through I found a
bunch of silk and satin PJs. Picking out the one that covered the
most, I put the top on and the pants using the seat to help my
balance.
    Taking a deep calming breath, I hobbled to
the door, gritting my teeth as the pain in my legs made themselves
known, and I opened the door. I stood still because I knew if
Stephan saw me move he’d flip.
    He gave me a slow appraisal. “You look
cute.”
    I knew I still looked like shit, all purple,
black, and yellow, but I had to pick my fights so there was no
point in arguing. “Thanks. It’s nice of your mum to lend me her
clothes.”
    “Oh she didn’t lend you anything. She bought
you everything and had them washed and ready for you.”
    “What? You’re joking, right? She can’t have.
She would have spent a fortune. They’re all big name brands.”
    He shrugged. “She did. Everything is yours,
even the suitcase.” He came to me, picked me up, and wrapped my
good arm around him. “She’s excited. Silly thing even painted a
bedroom suite for you. I told her you were staying in my room with
me.”
    “I am not.”
    He kissed my forehead. “Yeah, little bit, you
are.”
    Stephan sat me on the bed and I glared at
him. “I most assuredly am not.”
    He chuckled. “Uh-huh, you can think that, but
you’re going to get a shock tomorrow to see your things in my room,
which is now our room.”
    “I really hate you.”
    “No, you really don’t.”
    “Argh, stop telling me how I feel.”
    Laughter had me glancing at the door to see a
couple in their late forties, standing watching. I felt heat rise
on my cheeks in embarrassment as I realized the couple were
Stephan’s parents. “Oh God kill me now,” I whispered.
    A huge smile spread across Stephan’s face and
I sighed. Damn dimples. His parents laughed and I wanted to bury
myself in the covers and hide.
    They came further into the room and I could
see where Derick and Stephan got their looks. Stephan’s mother was
gorgeous, she had long blonde hair, big brown eyes with super long
lashes, big thick lips, and a stunning curvy body. Stephan’s father
was his clone or he was his, jet-black hair, deep ocean blue eyes
and strong masculine features. When I looked at him he smiled and
dimples popped on two cheeks. Damn. Who knew an old man could be
hot.
    Stephan growled and my gazed darted to him.
“Stop checking out my dad.”
    “I’m not. Well, I am but it’s just he’s your
clone or…um …I mean you’re his errr clone.”
    Stephan’s parents were cracking up with
laughter now. I sank lower into the bed praying I’d turn
invisible.
    “I love her, Stephan. Isn’t she just
adorable?” his mother said. What the hell? I was a lot of things,
but adorable wasn’t one.
    “Yes, dear, she’s perfect for Stephan.” His
father patted Stephan’s mother’s hand.
    Stephan’s mother came forward to the bed.
“Hi, Jade. I’m Evelin Silverman. And the clone behind me is Lucas
Silverman. It’s so nice to finally meet you. I just wish it was
under better circumstances.”
    “Um…nice to meet you too.” I chewed on my
bottom lip. “Thanks so much for all your help. I’ll never be able
to repay you for everything you’ve done for me.” Tears rolled down
my cheeks. Crap. I couldn’t stop them.
    “Sweetheart, it was our pleasure.