In Love With My Evil Stepbrother

Chapter 2

 

I leap at the bed sheet and cover my body with it.

 

The man is apparently shocked as well. His hand still rests on the doorknob, taking in the sight that he’s seeing.

 

“Who the hell are you!” I snap, “Don’t you know how to knock??”

 

The man is tall and shockingly good-looking. His brown hair is in natural curls, which suits his pretty face. His eyes widen with surprise and then gradually squints. His lip suddenly curls into a smile and holds up his arm as he leans against the door.

 

I can’t believe he just stares. How rude!

 

“Can you not look??”

 

The smile on his lip deepens into a sarcastic angel. “Can you get out of my room?”

 

His room?

 

I look at him blankly for two seconds and suddenly take in a sharp inhale.

 

“Oh my god…Eason?”

 

He sure has changed a lot. Taller, prettier, looking more like a man. I even catch a glimpse of a tattoo on the side of his neck.

 

We spent one summer three years ago when my parents got divorced. It was such a great time. I was so sad when I had to leave for Miami to live with my dad. So I asked him to call or visit. But he never did. I tried to call him, but he rarely answered. We gradually grew apart.

 

This is the first time we speak to each other in almost three years.

 

“Um…” I’m a little overwhelmed. I want to give him a reunion hug and suddenly realize I’m still naked, “Eason. I’m so happy to see you. But can you close the door for me? I’m kindda in the middle of—”

 

He casually nods and closes the door.

 

Behind him.

 

I widen my eyes as he strides over and approaches me. I take a few steps back. He pushes When my bare buns touch the wallpaper, I suddenly realize now I’m trapped between the wall and him.

 

He’s so close, chest almost touching my shoulders. He lowers his eyeline and gaze gradually fixes on me. I must be going insane right now. But he just felt so different. Not like Eason at all. Like some stranger with an amazing smell of mint and oak.

 

This stranger makes my pulse quicken.

 

“Eason…” I stutter.

 

I remember he has emerald green eyes. But now his pupil is completely black, so dark that it’s like an abyss luring me in. I should look away, but I can’t.

 

he sneers and

 

invite yourself into my closet without my

 

on his eyes. “What—no. It’s a mistake. My backpack is in

 

in my room?” He cuts me off, “Why do

 

sorry but mom said you don’t live here and I’m just here for one night. So, I thought it’s

 

he seems

 

tone, “so you just love to show up, ruin everyone’s plan and disappear again, right? Like you are the

 

could react, he turns

 

the fuck was

 

give me the brightest smile whenever he sees me? Has he been using drugs and

 

still decide to clean the mess on the floor. My cheeks burn when I thought of these condoms belong to

 

downstair and catch mom coming out of the kitchen.

 

want to talk to him about what just

 

even

 

to the window and just in time to

 

comes to my side. “Did you bump into him? My god…hope he’s not mad with you

 

mad. But he doesn’t have to be such a jerk. I thought

 

Mom holds my hand, “What do you say we go out for brunch? Then we can go shopping and have our nails and hair done. When was the last

 

with her, she looted the entire mall without a blink. The sale assistant at Hermès has to temporarily close the store just for us. I was half-scared that Mr. Ramirez would blame her

 

“lavish” doesn’t exist in Ramirez’s dictionary. The wealth that

 

my mom seems so overly excited. I hate to break it

 

boyfriend is a cheating pig. And the heir of this townhouse apparently

 

days. Your semester won’t begin in at least a month. What’s the hurry? Let’s go out for brunch and you can tell

 

remain silent. I push back the urge of asking her if she wants me to stay so bad, then why did she leave me and

 

don’t want to

 

“Mom…”

 

finish,

 

out and is surprised to find it’s

 

up? At least let me

 

has the face to come back

 

has got to say. Maybe he deserves another

 

not at

 

texts me an

 

need to go…somewhere.” I tell

 

need a car? Or I can

 

I take the bus. An hour later, I find myself in Boston’s most bustling and extravagant mall, and I suddenly

 

once in a restaurant like these, and must have the most awkward conversation with the manager. So, I

 

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