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.

 

sneers and

 

you invite yourself into

 

My backpack is in your

 

He cuts me

 

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

 

he seems

 

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

 

But before I could react, he turns his heels and

 

the fuck

 

me the brightest smile whenever he sees me? Has he been using

 

mess on

 

of the kitchen. “Morning Nat. Do you

 

is Eason?” I ask. I want to talk to him about

 

seems even

 

run to the window

 

My god…hope he’s not mad with you staying in

 

to be such a jerk. I thought to

 

we go out for brunch? Then we

 

entire mall without a blink. 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 spending. But the man only complimented mom’s taste when he got

 

gradually realize, “lavish” doesn’t exist in Ramirez’s dictionary. The

 

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

 

Turns out my boyfriend is a cheating pig.

 

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 go out for brunch and you

 

silent. I push back the urge of asking her if she wants me to stay so bad, then why did she leave me and my dad

 

want to be so cruel to

 

“Mom…”

 

I can finish,

 

is surprised to

 

Can we meet up? At

 

bastard has the face to

 

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

 

not at your

 

texts me an

 

I tell her,

 

up. “You need a car?

 

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

 

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 the most awkward conversation

 

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