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.

 

back to normal. Now I want to laugh so bad. Zack’s fossilized face

 

me in his arm and nods at the waiter. “Yes. You heard the man. There has been some shouting and attacking. Better call the police

 

stop my laughter. “Wait

 

as it is to see Zack go down to hell, I can’t bare spending another second with him. I’ve had enough

 

me. He seems so normal right now,

 

I nod.

 

Moore prefers

 

“Miss Moore.” But I don’t hate the

 

quickly storms out of the

 

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

 

but I’m still grateful for

 

already broke up with him. Anyway, thanks

 

ignores my gratitude. Both hands in his pocket, he looks down at me and seems more condescending than

 

He chuckles, “You love the hypocrite type. As long as they write huge checks to animal shelter and pretend to care about global warming, you’d let

 

swing?! One minute he’s this loving and protective big brother, and the next

 

must be

 

must have a 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

 

of fury. He shouts back, “I won’t sleep with you!

 

What

 

to glower at me, not flinching away. Our fight has caused almost everyone in the restaurant to put

 

tension. “Mr. Ramirez, do you want to

 

your fancy balcony!” I yell at him, “I’m out of

 

rush out of

 

coming down here. No, it’s a huge mistake coming down to Boston. I should have listened to dad and Jenna

 

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

 

on the couch, frustrated. “Eason

 

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

 

has the charisma of making people open up to her. Before I realize, I

 

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