My Step-Son: The Sequel

Nina Elle's marriage is crashing and burning. She's trying to talk it out civil with her soon-to-be ex, but the guy's teetering on the edge of a meltdown. Why? She banged his son, Tyler Nixon—stepson or not, he thinks she obliterated every boundary. Nina swears Tyler came onto her first, but the jerk ain't buying a word. He snaps that until Tyler owns up to the face and admits it's all his doing, no dice on signing those divorce papers. Then he slams the phone down on her. Pissed off, Nina dials up Tyler, figuring the kid might bail her out. He picks up, asks where to meet, and she purrs for him to swing by the salon. Tyler peels out and hauls ass over. She flashes him a sly smile at the door. 'How can I be of service?' he grins back. Straight to the point, she asks if he'll tell Daddy she seduced him and it's his fault entirely—she's desperate for those papers, and his old man's stonewalling her hard. Tyler's not down with that crap. The sex was straight-up mutual, and lying? No way, it already nuked his bond with Dad. Now she wants him to torch it worse? She begs, 'There has to be something I can do to sweeten the deal.' He smirks, 'How about a Nuru massage?' Nina bursts out laughing, figuring it's a joke—hell, that's exactly what kicked off this whole messy fling. But Tyler doubles down: 'You're not with Dad anymore, and if you slide me one of those slick rides, I swear I'll chat him up and set the record straight.' Damn, a deal that tasty? She can't say no—hook, line, and sinker.