In Love With My Evil Stepbrother

Chapter 3

 

Holy f—

 

I clamp my hands over my mouth to stop the screaming. Gasp and sharp inhales coming from every corner of the restaurant.

 

Zack is beyond shock. He freezes, as water dripping down his hair and forehead. He slowly looks up and seems still can’t believe what has just happened.

 

Eason is probably the only person not freaking out. He calmly places the glass back and smiles at Zack. “It suits you.”

 

“Are you FUCKING insane?” Zack shouts. He points at Eason and then directs at me, “Who the fuck is this guy, Natalia? What’s the matter with—”

 

Eason grips his wrist before he can finish. Eason’s expression darkens, almost scary to look at. Inch by inch, he pushes down Zack’s hand.

 

“Don’t point at her, ever again.” He states, word by word.

 

I’m still in trance. Everything happened too fast. How did Eason know I’m here? And why is he standing up for me? He was such a jerk this morning. What changed?

 

Zack cringes. He’s about the same size as Eason, but apparently he is afraid to fight him.

 

“Waiter!” Zack snaps his head at the waiter rushing towards us. “This man just attacked me! I want to call police!”

 

My heart suddenly drops. I can’t believe how shameless he can be. But he’s going to get everyone into trouble.

 

“Zack!” I hiss, “There’s no need for that.”

 

Eason snorts. “It’s ok. Let him tell on us.”

 

The waiter approaches us. Yet surprisingly, he turns to Eason and me first and slightly bows. “Can I help you with anything, Mr. Ramirez?”

 

…Mr. Ramirez?

 

Right, how can I forget? If Zack is a patronizing rich bastard, then Eason is ten times what he is.

 

laugh so bad. Zack’s fossilized face

 

his arm and nods at the waiter. “Yes. You heard the man. There has been some shouting and attacking. Better call the police before

 

my laughter. “Wait Eason…let

 

is to see Zack go down to hell, I can’t bare spending

 

me. He seems so normal

 

I nod.

 

Moore prefers

 

me “Miss Moore.” But

 

at us and quickly storms

 

thank Eason for everything, but before I could do that, he turns back at me

 

sarcastic tone, but I’m still grateful

 

up with him.

 

Eason ignores my gratitude. Both hands in his pocket, he looks down at me and seems more

 

the hypocrite type. As long as they write huge checks to animal shelter and pretend to care about global warming, you’d let them do anything. No

 

mood swing?! One minute he’s this loving and protective big brother, and the next minute he just

 

be on

 

say about this. Because he has so many condoms in his closet and has

 

flame of fury. He shouts back, “I won’t sleep with you! That’s

 

falls open. What did he just

 

but he continues to glower at me, not flinching away. Our fight has caused almost everyone in the restaurant to put

 

break our tension. “Mr. Ramirez, do

 

balcony!” I yell at him, “I’m out of

 

rush out of the

 

No, it’s a huge mistake coming down to Boston. I should have

 

She’s surprise to see my lunch plan end so quick. “So soon? Did you have a

 

I sit on the couch, frustrated.

 

to me and pours me a cup of

 

making people open up to her. Before I realize,

 

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