In Love With My Evil Stepbrother

Chapter 33: After the Storm I wake up next morning without him by my side. Yet there’s a delicious smell of fresh brewed coffee and French Toast coming from the kitchen. I immediately get out of bed and head towards the kitchen.

Eason is standing in the kitchen, pouring coffee into the mug. There’s already two plates of ready French Toast on the counter with some fresh berries by the side and wiped cream on top.

“Oh my god.” I fake a shocking expression walking up towards him. “Did you make this? Maybe I was wrong about you being a useless rich brat.” His eyes light up immediately when he sees me, and he drags me into his arms. A soft kiss lands on my forehead. “It’s not too late to change your mind.” I giggle and tiptoe to kiss him back. He holds the back of my head with one hand, fingers threading into my hairs deepening the kiss, while he brings the other hand down past my waist and gently squeezes my ass. I immediately feel a familiar heat building between my thighs. He has the magic to turn me on so easily. “Hey,” he whispers in a hoarse and desire-filled tone. “What do you say we do something else before breakfast Suddenly, a voice comes from the back of us and makes us jerk apart: “Mr. Ramirez. Is there something else you need?”

I snap my head around and find a middle-age, very kind-looking woman standing beside the door, smiling at us. My cheeks instantly burn with embarrassment. I thought there’s only the two of us here! I’m only wearing his shirt and my bottom is naked.

Eason puts his fist besides his lips and clears his throat, “No we are good. Thank you, Brenda.”

“OK, let me know if you need anything else,” the woman smiles. “I’ve laid out some towels by the pool in case you want to take a swim. And there’s hand-squeezed lemonade and iced tea in the fridge. Oh and if you want to take a boat ride, I’ll call the crew and let them know.”

“OK thanks.”

“You are welcome, sir. And I hope you enjoy that French Toast before it gets cold.” She nods at us and then disappears behind the door.

I turn around and catch a fleeting embarrassment pass through Eason’s eyes.

“You said you made the French Toast!” I point a finger at him and yell. “You evil liar!”

He grins, “at least I made the coffee.”

He pulls me closer and tries to kiss me again, but I move back quickly.

Who’s Brenda?” I

he sees the worried look on my face

but feel anxious. “What if Mr. Ramirez comes down here one

“The last time they came here was like 5 or 6 years ago. And

“OK,” I murmur.

his head to kiss me. His lips taste like butter and cream. I’m soon tempted by him again and start to return his passion. Just when things heat up again, my phone suddenly rings. “Wait…” I escape his hungry

an irritated tone and grabs my arm. “Turn it

have to take this. He might be worried.” I manage to break free from him

You finally answered,” Alex’s worried voice immediately rushes out from the speaker. “After you said you were going to find Eason, you just disappeared into the storm. No texts,

the house like that without a single word. But yesterday was such a rollercoaster. My mind

few steps away from Eason’s intense gaze and lower my voice. “It took me a while to find him yesterday. And after that we were both

thought of the consequences? –” Right at this moment, Eason’s voice suddenly pops up right behind my back, “Nat. The breakfast is getting cold.” His voice is intentionally loud. I bet he was doing that on purpose to let Alex hear him. I quickly cover the

“…he is

are going to the beach today, right? How about we meet you there later?” “Fine. See you later.” I hang up the phone and scowl at Eason. “What the hell was that?” “That guy is definitely up to something, “Eason shrugs. “Don’t tell me you had no

feelings for me. But

“But-”

“I was jealous, OK?”

takes this chance to move closer to me and gently pulls me into his arms again. “You are my girlfriend now. Am I not entitled to get jealousy from time to time? Are you mad at me?” I was mad. But how can I stay mad at him when he looks at me with

totally losing my