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

 

invite yourself into my closet without

 

his eyes. “What—no. 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,

 

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

 

somehow, he seems even

 

to show up, ruin everyone’s plan and disappear again, right? Like you are the princess and

 

he turns his heels and storms out of

 

the fuck

 

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

 

leaving the room, I still decide to clean the mess

 

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

 

Eason?” I ask. I want to talk to him

 

mom seems even more surprised.

 

to the window and just in time to catch a sport car disappears around the street

 

to my side. “Did you bump into him? My god…hope he’s not mad

 

he doesn’t have to be

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

I hate to break it to her. “Mom,

 

no reason to stay. Turns out my boyfriend is a cheating pig. And the heir

 

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 and you can tell me what brings you back this

 

her if she wants me to stay so bad, then why did she leave me and my dad

 

I don’t want to be

 

“Mom…”

 

I can finish, my

 

it out and is surprised to

 

we meet up?

 

has the face

 

at his text. Wondering what else he has got

 

But not at

 

me an

 

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

 

“You need a car? Or I can

 

me with my stepfather’s money, so I take the bus. An hour later, I find myself in Boston’s most bustling and extravagant mall,

 

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

 

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