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 step

 

you invite yourself into my closet without my

 

“What—no. It’s a mistake. My backpack is in your closet, and

 

cuts me off, “Why do you even

 

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

 

seems even more

 

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

 

jaw drops. But before I could react, he

 

the fuck

 

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

 

to clean the mess on the floor. My cheeks

 

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

 

ask. I want to talk

 

seems even more

 

garage. I run to the window and just in time

 

into him? My god…hope he’s not mad

 

be mad. But he doesn’t have to be such a

 

say we go out for brunch? Then we

 

assistant at Hermès has to temporarily close the

 

doesn’t exist in Ramirez’s dictionary. The wealth that

 

overly excited. I hate to break it to

 

is a cheating pig. And the heir of this townhouse

 

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 least a month. What’s the hurry?

 

her if she wants me to stay so

 

don’t want to

 

“Mom…”

 

can finish,

 

it out and is surprised to find

 

we meet up? At least let

 

bastard has the face to come

 

he has got to say.

 

not

 

me

 

tell

 

mom’s face lights up. “You need a car? Or I can drive

 

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

 

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 to hold

 

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