In Love With My Evil Stepbrother

Chapter 3

 

Holy f—

 

I clamp my hands over my mouth to stop the screaming. Gasp and sharp inhales coming from every corner of the restaurant.

 

Zack is beyond shock. He freezes, as water dripping down his hair and forehead. He slowly looks up and seems still can’t believe what has just happened.

 

Eason is probably the only person not freaking out. He calmly places the glass back and smiles at Zack. “It suits you.”

 

“Are you FUCKING insane?” Zack shouts. He points at Eason and then directs at me, “Who the fuck is this guy, Natalia? What’s the matter with—”

 

Eason grips his wrist before he can finish. Eason’s expression darkens, almost scary to look at. Inch by inch, he pushes down Zack’s hand.

 

“Don’t point at her, ever again.” He states, word by word.

 

I’m still in trance. Everything happened too fast. How did Eason know I’m here? And why is he standing up for me? He was such a jerk this morning. What changed?

 

Zack cringes. He’s about the same size as Eason, but apparently he is afraid to fight him.

 

“Waiter!” Zack snaps his head at the waiter rushing towards us. “This man just attacked me! I want to call police!”

 

My heart suddenly drops. I can’t believe how shameless he can be. But he’s going to get everyone into trouble.

 

“Zack!” I hiss, “There’s no need for that.”

 

Eason snorts. “It’s ok. Let him tell on us.”

 

The waiter approaches us. Yet surprisingly, he turns to Eason and me first and slightly bows. “Can I help you with anything, Mr. Ramirez?”

 

…Mr. Ramirez?

 

Right, how can I forget? If Zack is a patronizing rich bastard, then Eason is ten times what he is.

 

is back to normal. Now I want to laugh so

 

and nods at the waiter. “Yes. You heard the man. There has been some shouting and attacking. Better call the

 

laughter. “Wait Eason…let

 

to see Zack go down to hell, I can’t bare spending another second with him. I’ve had enough fun. That should

 

seems so normal right now, like a protective big

 

I nod.

 

Moore prefers

 

call me “Miss Moore.”

 

and quickly storms out of the

 

thank Eason for everything, but before I could do that, he turns back at me and gives me a small snort of laughter. “So that’s your Prince

 

like his sarcastic tone, but I’m still grateful

 

already broke up with him. Anyway,

 

his pocket, he looks down at me and seems more

 

they write huge checks to animal shelter and pretend to care about global warming, you’d let them do anything. No matter how much

 

loving and protective

 

be

 

to say about this. Because he has

 

of fury. He shouts

 

What did

 

ears are red, but he continues to glower at me, not flinching away. Our fight has caused almost

 

to break our tension. “Mr. Ramirez, do you want to use

 

to your fancy balcony!” I yell at

 

rush out of the

 

mistake coming down here. No, it’s a huge mistake coming down to Boston. I should

 

to see my lunch plan end so quick.

 

awful.” I sit on the couch,

 

mom moves closer to me and pours me a cup of hot tea, “I thought you and Eason were getting

 

the charisma of making people open up to her. Before

 

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