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

 

you invite yourself into

 

It’s a mistake. My backpack is in your closet, and I was trying to get

 

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

 

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

 

seems even

 

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 around

 

could react, he turns his heels and storms

 

fuck was

 

would give me the brightest smile whenever he

 

leaving the room, I still decide to clean the mess on the floor.

 

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

 

want to talk

 

mom seems even more surprised. “He’s

 

hear the engine sound from the garage. I run to the window and just in

 

My god…hope he’s not mad

 

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

 

out for brunch? Then we can go shopping and have our nails and hair done. When was the

 

sale assistant at Hermès has to temporarily close the store just for us. I was half-scared that Mr. Ramirez

 

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

 

excited. I hate to break it to her. “Mom, I’m leaving

 

cheating pig. And

 

eyes. “Stay for another couple of days. Your semester won’t begin in at least

 

remain silent. I push back the urge of asking her if she wants me to stay

 

to

 

“Mom…”

 

finish, my

 

take it out and is surprised to find

 

Can we meet up? At least let

 

the face

 

sneer at his text. Wondering what else he has

 

not at your

 

me

 

I need to go…somewhere.” I tell her, “Maybe we

 

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

 

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

 

we fight, he’d 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

 

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