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

 

saw you invite yourself into my closet without

 

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

 

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 night. So, I thought it’s

 

somehow, he seems

 

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

 

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

 

the fuck

 

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

 

clean the mess on the floor. My cheeks burn

 

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

 

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

 

my mom seems even more

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

of him.” Mom 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

 

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

 

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

 

my mom seems so overly excited. I hate

 

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

 

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

 

to

 

want to

 

“Mom…”

 

finish, my phone

 

and is surprised to

 

we meet up? At least let

 

face to come back

 

text. Wondering what else he has got to

 

not at

 

me an

 

I need to go…somewhere.” I tell her,

 

up. “You need a car? Or I can

 

need her to spoil me with my stepfather’s money, so I take the bus. An hour later,

 

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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