In Love With My Evil Stepbrother

Chapter 1

 

I am outside my boyfriend’s apartment.

 

I just took a 10-hour flight from East Coat to the West, transferred twice, switched subway, and then bus, just to get here in time to surprise him on his birthday.

 

And here I am.

 

Listening to him fucking another woman inside that door.

 

“Oh yes…oh Zack babe…fuck me! Fuck!”

 

I can clearly hear the bed rattling, sweaty flesh smashing against each other, husky morns of pleasure.

 

I clamp my hand over my mouth to stop myself from screaming.

 

All these times he’s been begging me to come and visit, and this is his welcome gift? Cheating on me with another woman?

 

I feel betrayed, furious, and disgusted. Before I know it, I’m banging on his apartment door.

 

“Zack! Open the fucking door! Zack!”

 

The sound suddenly stops. A moment later, the door flies open as Zack appears behind it. His chest is naked, hair all raffled, I can still see all the hickey on his neck.

 

“Nat!” His eyes widen in panic, “What are you doing here?”

 

I can’t stop my voice from trembling. “What the hell are you doing? Have you been cheating on me? Who is in there!”

 

I shove him aside and try to push myself into the door. But Zack grabs my arm and stops me, as he growls, “Calm down! Will you?”

 

He runs his fingers through his hair, obviously frustrated. “Look…Nat, I never meant for you to find out about this. But think about it, for the past one year we are almost never together. You never visit. What do you expect me to do?”

 

I can’t believe my ear.

 

the cheater. And

 

you to keep your thing inside of your pants. Is that really

 

forehead twists into a

 

on, Nat.” Finally he

 

is bumping repeatedly against my chest. I glare at him and boom through my clenched teeth, “Never, ever, call

 

the face that his head almost knocks on the doorframe. Before he realizes what

 

and suddenly realize it’s pouring outside. I want to head back,

 

job, Natalia. You just locked yourself

 

I wipe the rain off my face and take out

 

on my contact list are Jenna and my dad, none of whom supported my idea of coming here in the

 

last thing I need right now is another

 

contact list while my body shivers in the rain. Suddenly my finger stops at someone’s

 

and have no place to go to. What better idea

 

***

 

over in front a townhouse. This is the most prestigious area in the city. You gotta have both the money

 

are drenched! Why can’t you give me a call and let me pick you up

 

house. “Mom I’m fine…I’m probably

 

about?” her tone rises, “Aren’t

 

you, mom.” I

 

faints, as she tucks a lock of hair to the back of her ear, apparently

 

oval blue eyes and thick brown hair cascades down past her shoulder. She is well aware of her physical attractiveness, probably why she left my dad years ago and threw herself right into the arms of

 

instantly the first time he saw me and he compliments me all the time about how good I look. But I don’t care much about my

 

already regretted my earlier decision. “Are…Mr. Ramirez and Eason home? If

 

and Eason is staying at his penthouse. You

 

has a penthouse. Why am

 

second floor, first door to the left. When mom opens his bedroom door for me, suddenly it’s like clock has been turned back. Everything is the same as I remembered it. Posters on the wall, his skateboard at the corner,

 

me this seemingly normal teacup is actually passed down from Victoria Era and worth

 

is between me and my mom, I do

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