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

 

saw you invite yourself into my closet without

 

It’s a mistake. My backpack is in your closet,

 

why are you in my room?” He cuts me off, “Why do you even

 

said you don’t live here and I’m just here for one

 

seems

 

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

 

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

 

fuck was

 

would give me the brightest smile whenever he sees me? Has he been using drugs and

 

mess

 

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

 

Eason?” I ask. I want to talk

 

even more

 

window and just in time to catch a sport

 

side. “Did you bump into him? My

 

doesn’t have to be such a jerk.

 

brunch? Then we can go shopping and have our nails and

 

to temporarily close the store just for us. I was half-scared that Mr. Ramirez would blame her lavish spending. But the man only

 

Ramirez’s dictionary. The

 

I hate to

 

got no reason to stay. Turns out my boyfriend is a cheating pig. And

 

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

 

back the urge of asking her if she wants me to stay

 

don’t want to be so cruel to

 

“Mom…”

 

finish, my phone

 

out and is surprised

 

Can we meet up? At least let

 

shameless bastard has the face to come

 

what else he has got to say. Maybe he deserves another slap from

 

But not at

 

texts me an

 

I need to go…somewhere.” I tell

 

need a car? Or I can drive

 

to spoil me with my stepfather’s money, so I take the bus. An hour later, I find myself in Boston’s most bustling and extravagant mall,

 

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 the manager. So, I try my best

 

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