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

 

you invite yourself

 

on his eyes. “What—no. It’s a mistake. My backpack is in your closet, and I was trying to

 

He cuts me off, “Why

 

don’t live here and I’m just

 

somehow, he seems

 

“so you just love to show up, ruin everyone’s plan and

 

jaw drops. But before I could react, he turns his heels and storms

 

the fuck was

 

is that sweet and charming Eason, who would give me the brightest smile whenever he

 

quickly get dressed. Before leaving the room, I still decide to clean the mess on the floor. My cheeks burn when

 

and catch mom coming out of the kitchen.

 

I want to talk to

 

mom seems even more surprised.

 

I run to the window and just in time to catch a sport

 

“Did you bump into him? My god…hope he’s not

 

be mad. But he doesn’t have to be

 

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 was the last time

 

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

 

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

 

seems so overly excited. I hate to break it to her.

 

cheating pig. And the

 

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 the urge of asking her if she wants me to stay so bad, then why did she leave me

 

don’t want to be so

 

“Mom…”

 

can finish,

 

out and is surprised

 

up?

 

the face to come

 

his text. Wondering what else he has got to say.

 

But not at

 

texts me an

 

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

 

face lights up. “You need a car? Or I

 

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

 

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 try my best to hold the anger in that kind of

 

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