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.”

the worst sleep that

mom screaming at me, telling me to play nice with Eason because he’s the heir of Ramirez family and we need him to like us. Then she locks me and Eason

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

clearly broken his promise of “keep my hands to myself” since he’s practically lying on top me right now. His heavy head rests on the

tight. And I’m so

iron cuddle and carefully move away. He groans vaguely in protest. I hold

Lucky bastard.

phone. Great it’s only 5 in the morning, which gives

my way out. As soon as the door is closed, I

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

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

to the stairs, but someone speaks up behind me

“Nat…babe is that you?”

shit out of me. I snap my head around and fine mom standing up from the living

terrified. “What are you doing here?

woke up early and couldn’t sleep anymore. So I went down stairs waiting for you,” she walks around the sofa and moves towards me. “Shawn told me you left with Eason last night. Why didn’t

studies me up and down, and gradually her look

I’m so screwed.

all messed up, dress ruined, the dark circles under my eyes screams

I look fresh-fucked.

am I going to explain this?? Sure enough, she asks in a hesitate tone, “Nat, were you

my mouth and no words come

knew I left with Eason. She saw how I look. She is going to make the connection. “Yes. A boy,” I manage to say that, breathing hard. “You…you don’t know him.” It’s

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 you went to the

“Alex.”

fuck am I thinking? But it’s too late to take that back. Mom is already elated in joy, “Oh I like

the door behind me, I groan in frustration

may never get the chance to meet Alex again and therefore I’m safe. She’ll never find out whom I spent the

shall