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 takes a step

 

yourself into my closet without

 

My backpack is in your closet, and I was trying

 

you in my room?” He cuts me off, “Why do you

 

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

 

somehow, he seems even

 

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

 

I could react, he turns his

 

the fuck was

 

give me the brightest smile whenever he sees me? Has

 

I still decide to clean the mess on the floor. My cheeks burn when I

 

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

 

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

 

even more

 

the window

 

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

 

doesn’t have to be such

 

my hand, “What do you say we go out for brunch? Then we can go shopping and have

 

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 that Mr. Ramirez would blame her lavish spending. But the man only complimented mom’s taste

 

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

 

mom seems so overly excited. I hate to

 

reason to stay. Turns out my boyfriend is a cheating pig. And the heir of this townhouse apparently

 

“Stay for another couple of days. Your semester won’t begin in at least a month. What’s the hurry? Let’s go out

 

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

 

I don’t want to

 

“Mom…”

 

can finish, my

 

out and is surprised to find it’s

 

Can we meet up? At least let

 

bastard has the face to come

 

he has got to say.

 

But not at

 

texts me an

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

once in a restaurant like these, and must have the most awkward conversation with the manager. So, I try my best to

 

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