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 takes a step

 

yourself into my closet without

 

It’s a mistake. My backpack

 

room?” He cuts me off, “Why do

 

live here and

 

seems

 

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

 

the fuck

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

seems even more surprised. “He’s

 

run to the window and just in time to

 

into him? My god…hope he’s not

 

to be such a

 

holds my hand, “What do you say we go out for brunch? Then we can go shopping and have our nails and hair done. When

 

without a blink. The sale assistant at Hermès has to temporarily close the store just for us.

 

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

 

so overly excited. I hate to break

 

Turns out my boyfriend is a cheating pig. And the heir of this townhouse apparently

 

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 this

 

her if she wants me to stay so bad,

 

don’t want to be so cruel to

 

“Mom…”

 

I can finish, my

 

out and is surprised to find it’s

 

meet up? At

 

the face to

 

Wondering what else he has got to say. Maybe

 

not at your

 

texts me an

 

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

 

face lights up. “You need a car? Or I can

 

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

 

for you. I lost my temper once in a restaurant like these,

 

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