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

 

invite yourself into my closet without my

 

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

 

my room?” He cuts me off, “Why do

 

said you don’t live here and I’m just here for one night. So, I thought

 

somehow, he seems even

 

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

 

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

 

fuck

 

Eason, who would give me the brightest smile whenever he

 

the room, I still decide to clean the mess on the floor.

 

out of the kitchen. “Morning Nat. Do you want to have

 

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

 

even more surprised. “He’s

 

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

 

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

 

have to be such a jerk. I

 

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

 

looted the entire mall without a blink. The sale assistant at Hermès has to temporarily

 

doesn’t exist in Ramirez’s dictionary.

 

overly excited. I hate to

 

Turns out my boyfriend is a cheating pig. And the heir of this

 

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

 

asking her if she wants me to stay so bad, then

 

want to be so cruel

 

“Mom…”

 

can finish,

 

out and is surprised to

 

up?

 

shameless bastard has the face

 

what else he has got to say. Maybe he

 

not at your

 

texts me

 

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

 

face lights up. “You need a car? Or I can drive

 

her 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

 

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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