In Love With My Evil Stepbrother

Chapter Twenty I end up spending the night. I’ve made my protest, saying that my mom would get worried and stuffs, but he just won’t listen. He basically dragged me to bed and forced me to lie down.

“At least let me change first?” I give up eventually. He can be very persuasive sometimes.

He opens his closet and grabs a random t-shirt before he throws it on me. “You can wear this.”

It’s soft, made in better fabric than my own pajamas. I am about to take off my clothes but suddenly notice him staring closely at me. “A little privacy, perhaps?” “A bit late for that, don’t you think?” he grins but turns away anyway. I pull the ruined dress down and slip through his shirt, while asking him, “so how come you don’t have any feminine stuff here?” “Because I’m a man and I won’t be needing those? Apparently?” Even his back is facing me, I can still tell he is rolling his eyes. My temper flares. Does he really don’t know what I’m talking about or is he just playing dumb? “I mean for your girlfriend, or partners or whatever you call those girls that you date,” I snap. “How come you don’t have anything for them in this apartment?” “Because I don’t bring them back here. And I don’t do dates…you done?”

He turns back and a flicker light up in his eyes. The wicked smile on his face turns into something softer, as he reaches out to hold my hand. “Hey, you look hot in that.”

“Well then I’ll wear it to school tomorrow.” I lie down on my back.

“Then you will make every man in school drool all over you. And I’d be dead to let that happen.”

He takes up the space next to me, lying on his side facing me and closes his eyes. He is so relaxed right now, his usual aggressiveness and smugness all gone. His face seems childish even.

I study his face and can’t help but wonder how we have come to this place—from childhood playdate to…well I don’t know what we are right now.

But he has made it clear that he doesn’t do date. So maybe we are…sex partners? Friends with benefits?

But he can have any girls that he like. Why would he want me? Me among all girls?

This is fucked up. “If you keep staring, I can’t promise what’ll happen.” His eyes are closed, but suddenly speak

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up.

My heart flutters and I quickly shut my eyes. I hear him let out a low chuckle and places his hand on my waist.

“Sleep tight. Little sis.”

had the worst sleep

heir of Ramirez family and we need him to like us. Then she locks me and Eason in the same room and when I look back, he suddenly turns into monster

open, heart pounding against my chest crazily. My whole body aches, as if something extremely heavy is pressed on me for the entire night. I move a bit, then realize that heavy something is

right now. His heavy head rests on the hollow of my neck, his arms

sleeps so tight. And I’m

share a bed with him again, I break free from his iron cuddle and carefully move away.

Lucky bastard.

the living room and check my phone. Great it’s only 5 in the morning, which gives me enough time to

on eggshells on my way out. As soon as the door is closed, I flee like escaping a crime

time alone, to think things over. And I won’t be

precisely 5:30. Everyone should be in their sleeps so I should be safe. I cracked the

head directly to the stairs, but

“Nat…babe is that you?”

my head around and fine mom standing up from the living

out, terrified. “What are you

you,” she walks around the sofa and moves towards me. “Shawn told me you left with Eason last night.

up and down, and gradually her look becomes

I’m so screwed.

how I look. Hairs all messed up, dress ruined, the dark circles under my eyes

I look fresh-fucked.

asks in a hesitate tone, “Nat, were you

my mouth and

to make the connection. “Yes. A boy,” I manage to say that, breathing hard. “You…you don’t know him.” It’s not the

Her eyes light up a bit but still carry that wary look. “I thought you are new to the school and don’t know anybody yet. Who’s the lucky guy?” My head spinning fast. But damn, I can’t think of a single name to say. “Oh!” She suddenly claps her hands together. “I know. Was that boy

“Alex.”

already elated in joy, “Oh I like that boy. He’s so polite and such a gentleman. When I heard that you went home with Eason, I thought you two didn’t get along. But turns

hurry escape upstairs. When I close the door

a lie with my mom. Bad, but not terrible. She may never get the chance to meet

she shall never find