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.

 

and takes a step

 

yourself

 

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

 

cuts me off,

 

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

 

seems

 

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

 

jaw drops. But before I could react, he turns his heels and storms out

 

the fuck

 

smile whenever

 

leaving the room, I still decide to clean the mess on the floor. My cheeks burn when I thought of these condoms belong to

 

and catch mom coming out of the kitchen. “Morning Nat.

 

I want to talk to him about

 

mom seems even more surprised.

 

engine sound from the garage. I run to the window and just in time to catch a sport car disappears around

 

comes to my side. “Did you bump into him? My god…hope he’s

 

mad. But he doesn’t have to be such a jerk.

 

“What do you say we go out for brunch? Then we can go shopping and have

 

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

 

“lavish” doesn’t exist in Ramirez’s dictionary. The wealth that this

 

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

 

reason to stay. Turns out my boyfriend is a cheating pig. And the heir of this

 

Don’t leave, not so soon, ok?” mom begs. I’m surprised to 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 me what brings you back

 

remain silent. I push back the urge of asking her if she wants me to stay so bad, then why did she leave me and my dad in the

 

don’t want to be so cruel

 

“Mom…”

 

finish, my phone

 

and is surprised

 

up? At least

 

bastard has the face to

 

what else he has

 

not

 

texts me an

 

I need to go…somewhere.” I tell

 

a car? Or I can drive you

 

so I take the bus. An hour later, I find myself in Boston’s most bustling

 

where waiters wear black ties and pulls out the chair for you. I lost my temper once in a restaurant like these, and must have the most awkward conversation

 

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