In Love With My Evil Stepbrother

Chapter 2

 

I leap at the bed sheet and cover my body with it.

 

The man is apparently shocked as well. His hand still rests on the doorknob, taking in the sight that he’s seeing.

 

“Who the hell are you!” I snap, “Don’t you know how to knock??”

 

The man is tall and shockingly good-looking. His brown hair is in natural curls, which suits his pretty face. His eyes widen with surprise and then gradually squints. His lip suddenly curls into a smile and holds up his arm as he leans against the door.

 

I can’t believe he just stares. How rude!

 

“Can you not look??”

 

The smile on his lip deepens into a sarcastic angel. “Can you get out of my room?”

 

His room?

 

I look at him blankly for two seconds and suddenly take in a sharp inhale.

 

“Oh my god…Eason?”

 

He sure has changed a lot. Taller, prettier, looking more like a man. I even catch a glimpse of a tattoo on the side of his neck.

 

We spent one summer three years ago when my parents got divorced. It was such a great time. I was so sad when I had to leave for Miami to live with my dad. So I asked him to call or visit. But he never did. I tried to call him, but he rarely answered. We gradually grew apart.

 

This is the first time we speak to each other in almost three years.

 

“Um…” I’m a little overwhelmed. I want to give him a reunion hug and suddenly realize I’m still naked, “Eason. I’m so happy to see you. But can you close the door for me? I’m kindda in the middle of—”

 

He casually nods and closes the door.

 

Behind him.

 

I widen my eyes as he strides over and approaches me. I take a few steps back. He pushes When my bare buns touch the wallpaper, I suddenly realize now I’m trapped between the wall and him.

 

He’s so close, chest almost touching my shoulders. He lowers his eyeline and gaze gradually fixes on me. I must be going insane right now. But he just felt so different. Not like Eason at all. Like some stranger with an amazing smell of mint and oak.

 

This stranger makes my pulse quicken.

 

“Eason…” I stutter.

 

I remember he has emerald green eyes. But now his pupil is completely black, so dark that it’s like an abyss luring me in. I should look away, but I can’t.

 

he sneers and

 

yourself

 

eyes. “What—no. It’s a mistake. My backpack is in your

 

my room?” He cuts me off,

 

and hurt. “I’m sorry but mom said you don’t live here and I’m just here for one night. So,

 

he seems even more

 

with a nasty tone, “so you just love to show up, ruin everyone’s plan and disappear again, right? Like you are the princess and the

 

I could react, he turns his heels and storms

 

the fuck

 

Eason, who would give me the brightest smile whenever he sees me? Has he been using drugs

 

clean the mess on the floor. My cheeks burn when I thought of

 

out of the kitchen. “Morning Nat. Do you want

 

is Eason?” I ask. I want to talk to him

 

mom seems even more surprised.

 

I hear the engine sound from the garage. I run to the window and just in

 

side. “Did you bump into him? My god…hope he’s not mad

 

But he doesn’t have to be such a

 

you say we go out for brunch? Then we can go shopping and have our nails and

 

at Hermès has to temporarily close the store just for us. I was half-scared that

 

gradually realize, “lavish” doesn’t exist in Ramirez’s dictionary. The wealth that this family possess exceeds

 

overly excited. I hate to break it to her. “Mom, I’m leaving

 

stay. Turns out my boyfriend is a cheating pig. And the heir

 

find tears welled up in her eyes. “Stay for another couple of days. Your semester won’t begin in at least a month. What’s the hurry? Let’s go out for brunch and you can tell

 

her if she wants me to stay so bad, then why did she leave me and my dad in the

 

want to be

 

“Mom…”

 

finish,

 

and is surprised to

 

we meet up? At

 

bastard has the face to come

 

he has got to say. Maybe he

 

But not at your

 

texts me an

 

need to go…somewhere.” I tell her, “Maybe we can have dinner

 

up. “You need a car?

 

don’t need her to spoil me with my stepfather’s money, so I take the bus. An hour later, I find myself in Boston’s most

 

we fight, he’d take me to a fancy restaurant where waiters wear black ties and pulls out the chair for you. I lost my temper once in a restaurant

 

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