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

 

you invite yourself

 

thought is still on his eyes. “What—no. It’s a mistake. My backpack is in

 

you in my room?” He cuts me

 

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

 

he seems even

 

everyone’s plan and disappear again, right? Like you are

 

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

 

the fuck was

 

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

 

decide to clean the mess

 

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

 

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

 

seems even more surprised. “He’s

 

window and just in time to catch a sport car disappears around the

 

to my side. “Did you bump into him? My

 

to

 

Then we can

 

mom is horrible. The last time I went out with her, she looted the entire mall without a blink. The sale assistant at Hermès has to temporarily close

 

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

 

mom seems so overly excited. I hate to break it

 

a cheating pig. And the heir of this townhouse

 

“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

 

urge of asking her if she wants me to stay

 

I don’t want to be so cruel to

 

“Mom…”

 

can finish, my

 

take it out and is surprised to find

 

we meet up? At least let me

 

the face to come back

 

his text. Wondering what else he has

 

But not

 

texts me

 

I tell her, “Maybe we

 

up. “You need a car? Or I

 

don’t need her to spoil me with my stepfather’s money, so I take the bus. An hour

 

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 like these, and must have the most awkward conversation with

 

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