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

 

you invite yourself into my closet without

 

still on his eyes. “What—no. It’s a mistake. My backpack is in your closet,

 

in my room?” He cuts me off, “Why

 

feel bewildered and hurt. “I’m sorry but mom said you don’t live here

 

somehow, he seems even

 

ruin everyone’s plan and disappear again, right? Like you

 

But before I could react, he turns

 

the fuck was

 

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

 

get dressed. Before leaving the room, I still decide to clean the mess on

 

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

 

is Eason?” I ask. I want to

 

even

 

from the garage. I run to the window and just in time to catch

 

My god…hope he’s

 

But he doesn’t have to

 

Then we can go shopping and have our nails and hair done. When

 

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

 

exist in Ramirez’s dictionary. The wealth that this family possess

 

so overly excited. I hate

 

boyfriend is a cheating pig. And the heir of this townhouse apparently doesn’t like me in

 

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? Let’s

 

I push back the urge of asking her if she wants me to stay so

 

I don’t want to

 

“Mom…”

 

can finish, my

 

and is surprised

 

we meet up? At least let me

 

the face to come back

 

sneer at his text. Wondering what else he has got to say. Maybe

 

But not at your

 

texts me an

 

tell her, “Maybe we can

 

face lights up. “You need a car? Or I

 

bus. An hour later, I find myself

 

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 the most awkward conversation with the manager. So, I

 

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