CB... Ivanka T. (Patreon)

He's going to love living here

He joins his new step-parents, readying to destroy a MAGA marriage, downstairs. They were going to a dinner party and the young man's first impression had to be the best.

Alex dressed and met his new step-parents outside. A white limo with black tinted windows pulled up to the driveway, and the family got inside. Alex noticed the leather seats, the bar, and the two-way mirror at the top of the limo. Ivanka and Jarod sat across from him, their hands clasped together.

Ivanka's red gown hung off her shoulders, and her makeup was done perfectly. Her blond hair was up in a bun, and she smiled at the young man, who sat awkwardly, not knowing where to put his hands. He eventually settled on folding them across his chest, his black jacket creasing around his biceps

Ivanka pictures what damage those hands could do to her. She could feel her body react without her reaction.

The ride was short, and they soon pulled up to a fancy restaurant, where the lights were bright and the people were dressed in their finest. Alex followed Ivanka and Jarod, his gaze shifting around as he tried to take everything in. He had never been somewhere like this before, and it was all a little overwhelming.

When they walked inside, everyone turned to look. Alex could see the shock and a few disgusted sneers on their faces, and he immediately wanted to turn around and leave. But Ivanka and Jarod were smiling, and Ivanka was holding his arm. He couldn't back out now.

The hostess led them to a table near the back, where they sat down and ordered drinks.

Ivanka trying to calm Alex, trying to keep her pawn happy and in control. She didn't want to scare him away.

"Just relax, it's going to be okay," she said, reaching out and placing her hand on top of his.

"Are you sure? I mean, they're all staring at us."

"Let them stare," she said, flashing him a mischievous grin. "I don't care what anyone thinks. You are my stepson no matter what."

Jarod, the quiet husband of the pair, was jealous. His wife, and new adopted son, had a connection, one he didn't understand. He felt his anger rising a little. This is supposed to be one act, and Ivanka wasn't supposed to have any compass for him. He had married Ivanka because she was beautiful, rich, and a socialite, not because he loved her. He had used her as a tool, just as she had used him. But to see her showing the boy any affection grinds his gear.

Jarod tries to remain cool, "How was the drive?"

Alex, unsure how to deal with this, answers the question, "Fine. It was fine."

Ivanka, seeing the tension, and her husband's face, knows she needs to do something.

"So," she says, breaking the awkward silence. "How about those Lakers, huh?"

"Oh, I'm not a sports guy," Jarod admits.

"Me neither," Alex laughs. Not like how Ivanka assumes he's into sports because of his skin tone. "I'm more into street art. Before you guys found me, I was selling my art."

"Well, we'll have to buy some of your work sometime," Jarod says. "It's very important to support our boy."

"Thanks," Alex smiles through gritted teeth.

They continue talking, and the atmosphere gets a bit lighter. Ivanka's hand is still on top of Alex's, and his body is relaxed. They order their food, and it arrives shortly after.

Alex had a steak and baked potato, Ivanka a chicken salad and Jarod had a ribeye. They were a strange little family, but they seemed to be working.

After dinner, Ivanka, and Alex head outside and walk around the building. They stand by a wall of ivy and stare up at the night sky.

"Do you think people are going to judge me for being your stepson?"



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