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

 

I saw you invite yourself

 

mistake. My backpack is in your closet, and I was trying to

 

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

 

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

 

seems even more

 

just love to show up, ruin everyone’s plan and disappear again,

 

react, he turns his heels

 

fuck was

 

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

 

the mess on the floor. My cheeks burn when I thought of these

 

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

 

to talk to him about

 

seems even

 

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

 

you bump into him? My god…hope he’s not mad with you staying in his

 

to

 

say we go out for brunch? Then we can go shopping and have our nails and hair done. When was the last

 

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

 

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

 

hate to break it to

 

stay. Turns out my boyfriend is a cheating pig.

 

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 can tell me what brings you back

 

the urge of asking her if she wants me to

 

I don’t want to be so cruel to

 

“Mom…”

 

can finish, my phone

 

take it out and is surprised to

 

we meet up? At least let me

 

bastard has the face to come back to

 

else he has got

 

But not

 

texts me

 

I tell her, “Maybe we can have dinner

 

a car? Or I can drive you

 

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

 

for you. I lost my temper once in a restaurant like these, and must have the most

 

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