The first thing that came to Carly’s mind when her engine stalled was Marcus’ voice telling her time and time again that her old car was a worthless piece of junk that caused more problems than needed. Repeatedly, he’d offered to buy her a new car to replace her old one. Each time she’d refused his gift, explaining to him that this was the first car that she bought when she could afford to and she liked it as a reminder of her humble start.
Now, here she was pulled over on the side of the road with the hood of her car popped waiting for a mechanic to come by. She imagined if she’d just accepted Marcus’ gifts she wouldn’t be in this situation, but accepting expensive gifts from her soon-to-be husband would only reinforce the rumors surrounding their relationship. With nearly twenty years' age gap between herself and Marcus, Carly was aware of how people perceived her when they were together.
Marcus Chapman was loaded. He had started an online shopping distribution center in his twenties that now rivaled Amazon. He’d made quite a fortune from its operations over the years that he was often featured in Forbes and Fortune 500 for his business acumen. And although Carly wasn’t a billionaire like Marcus, she had achieved success in her career as she rose to the high-level job she currently held within Chapman, Inc. She lived a very comfortable life before her relationship with Marcus so she deeply resented the idea when people thought she was only after his money.
Since they’ve started dating sixteen months ago, Carly found herself the focus of many tabloids speculating about their relationship status. She hoped the rumors would come to an end after this weekend when Marcus planned on officially announcing their engagement at a big private party at his estate home.
For fifty-year-old Marcus, this would be his second marriage. His first marriage produced his two children, twins, who Carly knew to be not that much younger than herself. In addition to marrying a billionaire, she was also gaining an instant family. It was also one of the things that worried her most. Carly had always envisioned having a family of her own but taking on the role of stepmother to Marcus’ already grown children was scary.
The morning had started with Carly already nervous about meeting Marcus’ children for the first time today and announcing their engagement to their friends and families at a huge party the next day. These two events grouped into one weekend was enough pressure to make Carly anxious and when she was anxious she had a tendency to make terrible decisions. Her car breaking down on the way wasn’t the thing to calm her nerves either. She cursed herself for finally throwing out the emergency pack of cigarettes that she kept in her glove compartment in an effort to finally quit smoking.
As Carly leaned against her car waiting for the mechanic to show up, few cars passed by in either direction until a lone motorcycle came flying past her. It had passed in such a flash that Carly hadn’t taken much notice of it until it pulled a u-turn in the middle of the road and drove back in her direction.
“Need some help? I know a little bit about cars?” the biker offered as he rolled to a stop next to her.
“I have a mechanic on the way. Thanks for the offer, anyways,” Carly smiled, then added, “Nice bike,” she said eyeing the rider as he removed his helmet.
He was handsome in a way that youth and confidence provided, certain that he didn’t have to put in much effort to get whatever he wanted. He was dressed in typical biker attire, faded denim jeans with rips through the knees, a worn black leather motorcycle jacket over an unbuttoned red plaid shirt showing off a black tee shirt underneath. His eyes hid behind dark shades and his sun-kissed skin told of a life of outdoor living. He sported a full beard that fit in perfectly with the biker look. There was a familiarity to him that Carly couldn’t put her finger on; it also made her drop her guard where she would have usually taken caution with such a stranger.
“I’m more than happy to give you a ride,” he said with a devilish smile.
Carly returned the smile, “I think we both know what kind of ride you’re offering.”
“Ah, but you’re thinking about it, huh?”
“Am I thinking about hopping on the back of the bike of a random stranger, shirking off previous responsibilities and commitments? Hm? Maybe,” she responded with a playful grin. Carly couldn’t deny that he had an incredibly sexy swagger and she was a bit intrigued by the idea of taking a break from her own life that was growing more complicated than she cared for.
“Random? You think this is random? I’m right where I’m supposed to be. This is fate. And you look like the kind of woman that’s maybe up for a little fun,” he said as he took a step towards her, ignoring all sense of personal space.
“And how do know what kind of woman I am?” Carly played along with his flirtatious manner. Taking advantage of his nearness, she ran her hand down his chest. It was a mistake that she instantly regretted because she was certain she wanted more than just a touch after feeling his warm hard sculpted abs.
“Oh, but I’m very interested in finding out, ring or not,” he said noticing the rock on her finger as the sun glinted off it. “A bit showy, don’t you think? You don’t seem like the type of woman that drips diamonds,” he said gesturing to her old broken down Corvette.
Carly quickly pulled her hands away. She had momentarily forgotten about the huge twinkling rock on her finger. It was all still so new to her and she felt self-conscious about the expensive ring. It wasn’t her usual style; she would have picked something simpler and modern but since that evening two weeks ago when Marcus proposed to her with it, she’d fallen in love with the ring and couldn’t bear to take it off.
“Is that the responsibilities and commitment you want to run away from?” he asked.
“Maybe,” Carly said a bit forlorn as she reflected on how fast her relationship with Marcus had moved. She had no doubt about her love for him, just this formal business of marriage and becoming a stepmom.
The handsome stranger just smiled at her without saying a word but Carly saw the offer in his eyes. Another time, place, and sixteen months ago, she wouldn’t have hesitated to hop on the back of his bike, in addition to hopping on other things. As he awaited her decision, a tow truck pulled up.
Carly snapped out of it. “I should go,” she said
The biker shrugged, “Your loss, babe,” he said as he pulled on his helmet and rode off.
*****
After her car was serviced, Carly was off to Marcus’ house. It was more like an estate ground, or compound, as it sprawled over several private acres. She had only been to this property a few times before; mostly they spent their time at his penthouse apartment in the city. As she drove up the sweeping driveway she was surprised that she was still impressed with the meticulously groomed landscaping that greeted her. The house wasn’t gaudy or flashy like McMansions, but modern, sleek, and a hint of what the future could be like.
She arrived later than she was expected so when a young brunette opened the door with welcoming arms she was caught off guard.
“Hi, I’m Mariah and you must be Carly,” Mariah greeted her with a big warm hug.
Carly was taken back from the greeting. “Yes, sorry I’m late. I called Marcus to explain what happened with my car. Is he in?”
“He just went to take care of some last-minute planning for tomorrow, but he told me to welcome you. Mark just got in, too. You should meet him.”
“Hey, sis, who’s at the door?” Mark asked as he walked into the foyer.
Carly stopped in her tracks and just stared at Mark. Everything in her world seemed perched on a perilous cliff. Here before her was the very same handsome biker that had stopped and flirted with her on the side of the road. She blinked, unable to trust her own eyes, but he remained standing before her. That same cocky smile smiling back at her. Then it clicked, why he seemed so familiar to her. He was the spitting image of Marcus, only about twenty-five years younger and less groomed. Why hadn’t she seen that before?
“You two look like you know each other,” Mariah said noticing the looks between Mark and Carly.
“Yes, um, sort of,” Carly said awkwardly.
Mark elaborated, “We just met. I stopped to offer assistance before AAA arrived but I didn’t get your name.”
“Sounds typical,” Mariah teased her twin brother, “You can’t resist helping a damsel in distress. Mark, this is Carly, dad’s fiancée. Carly, Mark, my twin brother.”
“With my father’s taste for the newest model of toys, I’m shocked you’re driving such an old relic.” Mark tease was heavy with innuendos.
Carly didn’t like the implication that she was Marcus’ ‘new toy’. “Well, I’m not a damsel in distress and I prefer buying my own toys.”
“Don’t mind Mark, he’s kind of a jerk,” Mariah said quickly taking Carly’s arm and heading further into the house. “Come on, I want to hear all about how you and my dad met.”
Carly smiled as they walked away. So far, she really liked Mariah. It was probably too much to expect to be seen as her stepmother with only about eight years between them in age, but she thought friends would be a great start. On the other hand, she couldn’t imagine the same happening with Mark. She regretted meeting him the way they had. She wasn’t on her best behavior and now she had to hope that Mark wouldn’t share her flirtation with his father.
*****
That evening, they made it through a family dinner barely civil. Marcus was bubbling with pride to introduce Carly to his children. Mariah shared his enthusiasm, but from the very clipped interaction between father and son, Carly sensed that Mark had a fractured relationship with his father. It was clear that Mark didn’t think too highly of his father and his relationship with her. She nervously awaited the moment when he would expose her behavior to his father. Instead, Mark kept quiet, keeping her secret, although she could sense that he was dying to rub it into his father’s face. She had no doubt that the price of keeping her secret would be revealed to her soon.
Of what she gathered from Mariah, at the time of the divorce it was tough for the teenage kids. Mark’s rebellious behavior only increased over the years until he finally dropped out of university during his second year. He had also refused to take a job within his father’s company including any money or financial assistance that his father offered. Instead, he insisted on living on his own means, while drifting from place to place on the back of his Harley.
Secretly, Carly admired that about Mark. When she was younger, she had dreamed of being a free-spirited traveler, but the responsibility of being the financially stable one in the family had taken its place. Instead of aimlessly traveling the world, she got her kicks from dating unscrupulous bad boys and all the pleasures that came with it. Although lately, she had settled for a tamer lifer with Marcus.
Also, like Mark, she’d refused to take extravagant gifts and financial assistance from Marcus. Although he was very persistent with his offers of shopping sprees, high-tech cars, and luxury vacations, she didn’t want people to think she was a kept woman. At thirty-two, she had done well in moving up in her career and providing for herself on her own merits. It was her own hard work that landed her a job at Chapman, Inc where she currently worked as an assistant to Marcus Chapman.
*****
After several laps in the pool, Carly felt better. She found swimming to be a healthy way to relieve stress after she’d quit smoking. Also, one of the few luxuries that she took advantage of while at Marcus’ huge estate with an outdoor swimming pool. She liked swimming up and down the length of the pool until her arms were sore and absolutely nothing was on her mind but staying afloat. She achieved that tonight as it was much needed to rid her mind of straying thoughts since meeting Marcus’ son.
She hated that at any moment her thoughts varied from deciding on a wedding dress to fantasies of herself ripping the clothes off Mark and riding him on the back of his bike. This conflicting duality was a personality trait she tried to keep under wraps, preferring to project the image of a reasonable, well-mannered woman, not the sexually charged girl of her twenties.
As she climbed the ladder out of the pool, a towel was held out to her. She looked up to see Mark standing before her. Reluctantly she accepted the towel wrapping it around her waist.
“What? Are you going to say that this is fate, too?” she said wringing out her saturated thick curly hair.
“Not at all. I came out for a smoke,” he held up a silver cigarette case and lighter before tapping one out and lighting up. He took a long drag before exhaling a thin cloud of smoke above her head. “Don’t let me stop you,” he said with a mischievous grin as he took in her brown body in a skimpy two-piece bikini. His eyes boldly drank her in, lingering on her damp skin like the water beaded on her skin.
“I won’t,” she smiled back as she toweled off her hair. She hated herself for not resisting. All the work she’d done to fix her thoughts were completely undone with a smile. Something in his smile was contagious and equally dangerous. She was drawn into it earlier when they first met; now it had the same effect even knowing who he was.
He had removed his plaid shirt, wearing only the faded black undershirt. She couldn’t help but notice his lean muscular arms and the tattoos covering his forearms that crept up under the sleeves of the tee shirt. It all added to his image of a rebellious biker son, refusing to follow the norm of his billionaire father.
There was a heat-fueled silence between them before Carly finally looked away and spoke.
“Thanks for not mentioning what happened when we met earlier.”
“You mean the fact that you have second thoughts about marrying my father and you can’t keep your hands to yourself? You don’t think my father would like to know that his wife-to-be has commitment issues?”
Carly snapped as she turned back to him, “I don’t. I love your father, that’s why I’m marrying him. I’ve never been unfaithful to him, I’ve never done that to him.”
“So, now I’m flattered,” Mark grin grew wider as he reached out and brushed a wet strand of hair from her cheek. He let his finger linger against her smooth brown skin, “Glad to know I can make you forget about him for a moment, maybe longer, if you let me.”
Carly stepped back, “Mark, don’t. You shouldn’t say things like that.”
“But it’s true,” he trailed his hand down her arm.
Carly, who was momentarily captivated by his words and his touch, found herself on a dangerous precipice. It would be so easy, not to mention a hell of fun, to give in to her inner cravings. She imagined sex with Mark was scorching hot and unpredictable, something she missed while with an older man who wasn’t exactly in his prime. She shook her head as she scolded herself for her thoughts, “I should go and you shouldn’t smoke. Your father hates it, you know.”
Mark told an indignant drag on his cigarette before he said, “Just think about it, you and me and the fun we could have. While you’re in bed fucking my father tonight, think about us.”
Carly drew the towel tighter around herself as she turned and huffed off. She knew she couldn't tell Marcus about his son’s behavior without revealing her own. The best way to deal with this was to avoid being alone with Mark, she thought.
Mark was left staring after her, watching her ass sway with a smile on his face. He knew it wasn’t a matter of if he would fuck Carly, but when. Hopefully, sooner rather than later so that he could destroy his father like Marcus had destroyed his mother. The plan hadn’t come to him until halfway through dinner as he watched his father fawn all over Carly. He thought about ending the charade right then by telling his father about his new fiancée's wish to run away on the back of his bike but decided fucking her was a better plan. Besides, it was an easy plan to put together since he’d wanted to do just that since the moment he saw her on the side of the road before he even knew who she was tied to. The fact that he could ruin something of his father's only sweetened the plan.