Indecent intent, p.1
Indecent Intent, page 1
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Vivian
Ethan York ruled the halls in high school. He made my life hell there and then the unthinkable happened.
His Dad married my mom.
The Jack and Jill bathroom separated us at home, but it wasn’t enough. I moved out the moment I could with my boyfriend for a better life.
So I thought…
Ethan
My step-sister thought I didn’t know about her crush on me. She claimed to hate me, yet I’d catch her looking at me.
Her mouth wrote checks, her ass couldn’t cash, and every time she got caught, she reminded me of a deer in headlights.
Now I rule the business world, I know the games people play, and I know all about her man. He’s not the one for her.
Game on, sweet little doe, this buck is about to show you who’s boss.
This is a step-sibling, enemies to lovers, dark romance intended for mature readers. Please see the trigger warnings before diving in.
Within these pages you'll find, two people who love to hate or is it hate to love each other.
A little dubious consent.
A little domestic violence.
A mom that's easy to hate.
A handsome, rich bully.
And a HEA to make you swoon.
It's important to remember those who help us along our journey. Mudd, thank you for being the "whipping boy" and offering advice and keeping us girls in the Elite Hedera Helix laughing. Carrie, Michelle, Tanya, Mariah, Judy & Kendra. Thank you for your input. I love you, ladladies,ies and value you all!
Sherry, I mean it when I say you are my ride or die in the bookworld. Thank you so very much for your daily check-ins and coffee chats. You keep me focused and going.
Mr. Penn & Little Miss Penn, you're my world and I wouldn't be following my dream without either of you.
And to my reader, thank you for being along for the ride!
Love,
Ivy
xo
Contents
1. Chapter One
2. Chapter Two
3. Chapter Three
4. Chapter Four
5. Chapter Five
6. Chapter Six
7. Chapter Seven
8. Chapter Eight
9. Chapter Nine
10. Chapter Ten
11. Chapter Eleven
12. Chapter Twelve
13. Chapter Thirteen
14. Chapter Fourteen
15. Chapter Fifteen
16. Chapter Sixteen
17. Chapter Seventeen
18. Chapter Eighteen
19. Chapter Nineteen
20. Chapter Twenty
21. Chapter Twenty-One
22. Chapter Twenty-Two
23. Chapter Twenty-Three
24. Chapter Twenty-Four
25. Chapter Twenty-Five
26. Chapter Twenty-Six
27. Chapter Twenty-Seven
28. Chapter Twenty-Eight
29. Chapter Twenty-Nine
30. Chapter Thirty
31. Chapter Thirty-One
32. Chapter Thirty-Two
33. Chapter Thirty-Three
34. Chapter Thirty-Four
35. Epilogue
36. A Note from Ivy
37. Shattered Dreams
38. Who is Ivy?
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Vivian
Sophomore year of high school
“Have you seen the guys?” Lindsey pulled her tee shirt on and slammed her gym locker shut. “Like, they were all cute before summer, but now? Holy hot damn!”
Miranda sighed and closed her locker before sitting on the bench. “And every last one of them is a prick.”
“Not all.” Lindsey laughed. “What do you think, Viv?”
“I think I agree with Miranda.” I laughed and put my foot up to tie my laces. “Ethan is the worst of the lot.”
“Try again.” Miranda scowled. “Henry laughed when he tripped me this morning.”
“Why?” I felt my face scrunch up. “Want me to flick some chocolate shake on the back of his head at lunch?”
Every day, like clockwork, the boys sat close to us in the lunchroom. And everyday they made lewd comments and obscene gestures.
“Ladies!” Coach Wilkes yelled from the doorway. “Let’s get a groove going!”
“Coming, coach!” I yelled for us all and motioned towards the exit with my head. “We better get out there.”
I looked around at the faces in the gymnasium. I’d known these kids all my life. Some were my friends, and some were pains in the ass. Specifically, Ethan York.
The first time I saw him on the playground in kindergarten, he was the wiser older boy that charmed the pants off all the little girls. His blue eyes had me smitten.
Then I scaled my way to the top of the netting, and he pulled my pants down to my ankles, showing off my pretty pink Strawberry Shortcake under-roos.
As I folded my shirt and placed it in my gym locker I took a peek at the small picture I had of Ethan, shirtless, playing basketball.
He grew into a man that girls dropped their panties for. And he took every offer that came his way. I’d heard some of the senior girls talking about him last week.
“Ethan’s thick. Like stretch you out thick and he’s far from the three pump chumps he hangs with.” Victoria giggled.
“I thought you were dating Henry?” Grace closed her locker. “Or did you get to be the meat in a hunk sandwich?”
“I am.” She gave a careless shrug. “Henry was being an ass, so I went to a party.”
“Are you gonna tell him?”
Victoria tossed her hair over her shoulder. “Get real, Grace, I’m not a moron. I got a good thing with Henry.”
Ugh. I hated the snobby girls. They all came from uptown Waterview. Me and my friends all lived in the Harmony Point subdivision. Both places fed into one elementary, one junior high and then one high school.
“Viv!” Becca tugged my arm. “Let’s go!”
“Sorry, Becks.” I tucked the picture away and closed my locker, following the rest of the girls out.
The moment I entered the gym, I felt his eyes on me. “Hey shortcake.” He winked and laughed when I scowled back.
Coach came walking over with a bag of footballs. “Let’s get warmed up!”
Ethan walked over behind me. “Got your pretty frilly underwear on?”
“I hate you.” Turning around, I looked at my friend Miranda. “Why can’t he choke on his own spit?”
“Because god hates you.” She smiled at me and then turned her attention to the coach.
Coach blew his whistle. “Down and backs. Line up!”
Sighing, I jogged over to the far wall lined with mats and took my place behind the black line. The whistle blew again and all you could hear were our foot falls hitting the floor as we ran.
I hated gym. Well, not really. When it’s an all girl class, I enjoy it more. What I really hated were the boys in our class. They could have taken anything, but they were all jocks who enjoyed tormenting us underclass girls.
Bastards.
Coach gave us a verbal push. “Pick up the pace, ladies!”
Not one of us moved any faster.
“Edith! Walk please.” Coach cleared his throat.
Titters intermixed with the stomping feet. We all knew the reason he had her walk.
Her tits couldn’t be contained by a sports bra, and they would bounce almost up to her chin. The guys were assholes and always tried to have her be last to run so they could get their spank bank filled up.
Pigs.
Looking over at Coach Wilkes, he shook his head and motioned with his hand for us to speed up. Everyone knew he wouldn’t take points away, or punish us if we stayed at our current pace.
Once we finished warming up with running, he led us out of the gym, down the quiet hall filled with lockers, and outside the side door to play flag football.
While we walked to the field, Edie and Jolynn flanked me. We slowed our pace and Jo turned around, walking backwards to see us.
“I think Richard is going to propose.” Her blue eyes danced with excitement.
Edie narrowed hers. “Really? You don’t think it’s too soon?”
“Don’t rain on my parade, Edie.” She bounced over and grabbed her hands. “I’ve been in love with Richard Parks for as long as I can remember.”
Edie sighed. “I know.”
“How’s things going with Greg?” I pulled the scrunchie from my dark hair and then twisted it back up in a messy bun.
Edie shrugged. “Mostly good, but sometimes he’s pushy.”
“Pushy?” I felt the confusion on my face.
Jolynn shook her head. “About sex?”
Edie nodded as we stepped on the green field. There were a few stragglers behind
“Dexter and Natalie.” The coach motioned for them to come forward. “Team captains. Pick your teams.”
One by one, they split us into two teams and we had one boy on our team. Luckily, Edie’s older brother didn’t mind being surrounded by underclass girls.
Gene had us huddle up. “Look ladies, all you need to do is get the ball to the other side of the field. Edie, you’ll be the one to kick the ball into play.”
“Why me?” Edie’s face scrunched up.
Gene’s face went flat. “Who dented my passenger door with a kick?”
“Oh.” She tried to hide the smile on her face.
“Viv.” He pointed at me. “Stay away from Ethan.”
“Why do I get a warning?” My hands went to my hips, and I narrowed my eyes.
Gene shook his head. “Don’t poke the bear, Viv.”
“Fine.” I blew out a hard breath and when Gene clapped his hands, we all went to our positions.
The moment her foot connected with the ball, we heard it and watched as the ball sailed through the air towards me.
I took a couple of steps backward and prepped my arms to catch the ball when, out of nowhere, something big and hard knocked me to the ground, taking my breath away.
“Aw, shit.” Ethan laughed. “I didn’t mean to tackle you, shortcake.”
Like hell.
“Eat a dick.” I grunted out as he laid there on me, and if I didn’t know better, I’d swear he had a hard-on.
His voice dropped to a low purr. “You know, with as much as you tell me that, I can’t help but wonder if it’s my dick you want to eat.”
“Get off the girl, York.” Coach’s voice sounded close by. “Are you okay, Vivian?”
Ethan popped up off me and walked away.
“Yeah.” I whimpered as I rolled to my side. “Just need a minute.”
He thumbed to my team on the sideline. “Go tag someone in.”
“Yes, coach.” I shook my head and pushed myself up, walking over to my team.
Ethan jogged over beside me. “C’mon, shortcake, don’t be mad.”
“Do me a favor?” I looked at him, trying not to swoon over his damn blue eyes. “Choke on your spit.”
He stopped walking. “I know you want me, shortcake!”
“Not in this lifetime!” I sighed and looked at my friend. “Sorry, Lena.”
“Pfft, ain’t no thing.” She laughed as she jogged over to the huddle on the field.
I flopped down on the bench, my elbows on my knees, as I dropped my head into my hands. My body hurt from the tackle. After this class, I had lunch, so I could take a few extra minutes in the shower after class to help ease the ache.
Ethan
My thumb stroked my bottom lip as I watched her jog back to the bench.
“That was awesome, dude!” Henry laughed and bumped my shoulder with his.
I nodded and jogged over to my teammates. “I won’t tackle again and get us in trouble.”
“Dude, tap it already or get over it.” Wally chuckled. “She’s ripe for the picking.”
“Guys.” Matt looked at us all. “She’s my sister’s friend. Can you not treat her like a piece of meat?”
Laughter filled the huddle.
“Let’s play ball.” I smiled at Gene and he shook his head.
“Animals.” He chuffed.
He told us what play he wanted to run, but I tuned him out. Viv’s sweet scent stuck in my nose, and the soft curves of her body felt great under me.
The guys clapped, and we went to our positions; I saw how she looked at me. There’s no denying she’s got a crush.
“Hey!” Dexter nodded to me. “Get the right head in the game!”
My hand shot up, flipping him off as the ball flew into the air. I caught it with ease and ran it down the field.
I didn’t even have to push myself. The girls couldn’t care less about football, and we were only taking PE because we couldn’t take another study hall or leave early.
The breeze felt good as we ran play after play, racking up points. By the end of class, the girls were whipped, and we laughed at them on our way back into the building.
“Ten minutes until the bell.” Coach yelled out, walking across the gym to his office in the locker room.
I looked around the gym admiring the tapestries showing all the play-offs we won. This was my senior year, and I planned to go out with a bang.
“What’re you doing tonight?” Henry asked as he stripped down to shower.
“Some stupid dinner with my dad. He wants me to meet the chick he’s been dating.” I shook my head and stripped down, grabbing my towel and following Henry to the showers.
“How long has he been dating her?” Henry turned on the water and grabbed his soap.
I shrugged. “Like six months or more. I don’t keep track.”
“Have fun with that!” He laughed and ducked his head in the water.
A snarl passed across my face and I reached for my soap to clean up. Despite the cool water, I felt more agitated than before. I needed to let off some steam.
A sly smile grew on my face as I rinsed off. I knew the perfect way to do that, so I waited for everyone to clear the showers and then I took my time rinsing off. Shutting off the water, I peered around and saw the empty locker room.
I dried myself off, threw on my clothes, and left the boys’ locker room. Smiling when I saw the empty gym, I crept on the balls of my feet across to the girls’ locker room, peering inside.
I didn’t see anyone, but I heard a shower still on. As I entered the room, I noticed it didn’t have that sweaty ball sack smell ours did. In this one, I smelled flowers.
Coach Pembrook wasn’t in her office, so I walked quietly over to the shower room. Vivian stood facing the wall, with her hands up to brace her as the water went over her head and down her back.
Slipping my shirt off, I hung it on the hooks and removed my shoes, tucking my socks inside them. Then I crossed the warm floor over to her, covering her body with mine, leaving just enough space to not get soaked.
“Hey, shortcake.” I whispered in her ear and heard her gasp as my hands held hers in place. At six foot four, I towered over her, and that worked to my advantage.
I brought her hands together and pinned them with my right hand, letting my left-hand slide down her body, resting on her naked hip.
“Get away from me.” She growled.
“Aw, you’re cute when you’re mad.” I gave her plump hip a squeeze. “Tell me, shortcake, how many times you been laid?”
“Fuck. Off. York.” She tried pulling her hands loose, so I reached over and shut the water off. I pushed her over, pressing her into the wall.
“Don’t play coy with me.” My hand moved up, and I wrapped her hair around my fist, giving it a small yank. “Answer my question.”
“Let me go!” She wiggled under me.
I pressed my lips to her ear. “Answer my question, then I’ll let you go.”
“I’ll answer it if you stop calling me shortcake.” Her voice ground out.
“Deal.” I loosened my grip.
Her voice was barely audible. “I haven’t.”
“Never?” I felt my body go slack, but my dick swelled.
“No.” She huffed like a mad kitten.
I laughed. “A virgin.”
“Please don’t call me that.” I felt her body deflate under me.
“I get it. You don’t want to announce it to the world.” I let go of her and turned to leave.
“That’s it?” She stomped her foot.
I grabbed my shirt and shoes and left the locker room.
Vivian
I gulped down breaths as my body buzzed from Ethan’s touch.
Was virgin some secret codeword to get him to fuck off?
Heaving a sigh, I grabbed my towels, wrapped up, and went to get dressed. I was drying my hair when I heard my phone vibrate with a message.
Mom:
Don’t forget we have plans tonight.
Me:
Yeah. I know.
I could feel the snarl on my face. For as long as I could remember, mom had a different boyfriend every month. At first, she brought them all home to meet me. Then I started making myself scarce, and she got the hint.
My Dad wasn’t in the picture. He bailed when he heard the word pregnant. And mom’s been on the prowl for a replacement since.
I flopped down on the bench and felt my phone vibrate again.
