In Love With My Evil Stepbrother

Chapter 27

Chapter 27: Sex Talk I wake up in his arms the next morning. The minute I open my eyes, memories from last night instantly come back to me. That’s it. I’ve slept with Eason, with my stepbrother. I carefully turn around to look at him. He’s still sleeping soundly. No matter how much of a jerk he is by day, he seems so cute and peaceful right now. The summer sunshine pours in through curtains and onto his beautiful face, giving the whole room an amber glow. I study his perfect, straight, angular figure. Seriously, I can do this all day, staying in his arms and looking at his sleeping face…

Wait.

I jerk up a bit, scared by that fleeting thought just like I did yesterday. My movement disturbed him in his slumber, as he murmurs something vaguely and turns around releasing me from his arms.

I fight back the temptation to crawl back to his cuddle and get out of bed quietly.

I turn on my phone and quickly text my mom, letting her know that I got caught up my“ urgent homework” so didn’t come back last night. Then I go into the kitchen and brew some coffee.

My mind drifts away while waiting for the coffee to get ready.

Well, before last night, I thought sleeping with him would help me get over with my obsession and move on to the next phase. I only want him sexually. That’s it. Period. But last night didn’t do a good job killing my wayward thoughts. Instead, it opens a door to something else.

My own inner voice starts playing in my ears.

… I love this so much… I love him…

I jump to my feet immediately, panic as hell. No, no way. That can’t be it. We barely know each other right now. Plus, he’s such a manipulative, forceful, difficult, and overwhelming guy. Why would I fall in love with him?

That’s just sex talk. My hormone talking. I take a deep breath and bury my flaming face into my palms. That’s right. No need to overthink this. I’ll just keep some distances with him after last night. “What are you thinking?”

I’m startled and turn around to find him walking out of the bedroom. He yawns and walks closer to me, hairs messy in an incredibly sexy way. No one can look this good in the morning, except him.

he asks in a hoarse and sleep voice. His arms come around my waist and hold me from the back. He rests his

neck. The intimacy makes my heart leap. “Umm…nothing,” I say quickly, breaking free from him. “Coffee?” “Yeah, I can have some,” he leans on the counter. His eyes

he doesn’t take it. Instead, he grabs me by my wrist and pulls me right into his firm chest. “Why don’t you look at me?” he asks while nibbling on the side

his head to capture my lips. I almost drown myself in that kiss. The atmosphere is just right. The lazy summer morning, the freshly brewed coffee, the warm sunshine filling up the living room, the perfect boyfriend…everything is perfect. Except he isn’t actually my boyfriend. His hand comes up to my waist and caress my naked skin. His breathe becomes rougher. And I can feel him swell against me. But my mind suddenly clears up, like waking up from a dream too good to be true. And I quickly push him to the side and move further away from him. He is caught off guard. He staggers back and looks at me with parted lips

he asks.

his gaze and quickly walk towards the living room, grabbing my bag. “I think I should go,” I say. That enrages him. He strides across the room and grabs my shoulder forcing me to

your fucking problem

what I am doing right now

need to get home…mom may get

call her,”

he was going to lose it and go completely mad, his hands suddenly drop to his sides. He takes a

Get lost,” he shrugs. “I should kick you out of here the moment I’m done fucking you. That’s why we are together right? It’s only sex and

take in a deep breath and look away, trying to blink back the

up his phone. His voice becomes impatient. “Then why are you still standing here?

to make me mad. But that works surprisingly

blew the whole thing. Things were going so nice and dreamy between us, and now all is

I let myself hover over him, I’ll

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texts. I bump into him a few times in

goes. Whenever our eyes met, she would stare at me with a smug look as if she has won

as I know, Eason is just playing her the same way he played me. I think Valerie knows that as well, but she doesn’t care. That’s

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