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

 

yourself

 

It’s a mistake. My

 

cuts me off, “Why

 

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

 

somehow, he seems even more

 

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 and the sun orbits

 

react, he

 

fuck was

 

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

 

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

 

the kitchen. “Morning Nat. Do you

 

I ask. I want to talk

 

even more surprised. “He’s

 

the window and just in

 

into him? My god…hope he’s not mad with you staying

 

be mad. But he doesn’t have to be

 

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

 

with 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 the store just for us. I was half-scared that Mr. Ramirez would blame her lavish spending. But the

 

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

 

excited. I hate to break it

 

cheating pig. And the heir

 

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

 

asking her if she wants me to stay so bad,

 

I don’t want to be

 

“Mom…”

 

finish,

 

it out and is surprised to find it’s

 

we meet up? At least let

 

the face to

 

has got to say. Maybe he deserves another slap from

 

not

 

me an

 

to go…somewhere.” I tell her, “Maybe

 

“You need a car? Or I can

 

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

 

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

 

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