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.

 

Now I want to laugh so bad. Zack’s fossilized face is amusing to be looked

 

nods at the waiter. “Yes. You heard the man. There

 

stop my laughter.

 

to see Zack go down to hell, I can’t

 

so normal

 

I nod.

 

Miss Moore prefers

 

call me “Miss Moore.” But I don’t

 

quickly storms

 

that, he turns back at me and gives me a small snort

 

I don’t like his sarcastic tone, but I’m still grateful for what

 

already broke up with

 

his pocket, he looks down at

 

as they write huge checks to animal shelter and pretend to care about global warming,

 

minute he’s this loving and protective big brother, and the next minute he just turns

 

must be on

 

lot to say about this. Because he has so many condoms in his closet and has to sleep with almost every woman he ever set eyes

 

He shouts back, “I won’t sleep with

 

open. What did

 

to glower at me, not flinching

 

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

 

go to your fancy balcony!” I yell

 

rush out

 

it’s a huge mistake coming down to Boston. I

 

lunch plan end so quick. “So soon? Did you have

 

sit on the

 

me and pours me a cup of

 

the charisma of making people open up to

 

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