Chapter 17
In Love With My Evil Stepbrother
Chapter Seventeen When we step out of the curtain, he keeps chuckling quietly behind me. I shot him a deathly glare and he quickly pushes down the corner of his lips but still canât hide his smugness.
âSeriously?â I roll my eyes. Heâs acting like a juvenile boy getting excited over sex with women. He shrugs. âWhat?â
âYou must have fucked a thousand girls in public places. Stop acting like that.â I point out. OK that sounds a little gross and is probably an exaggeration, but Iâve seen him with girls. His gloating smile fades away a bit as he frowns at me. âWhat do you think of me? A breeding horse?â
Well not so much as a breeding horse. But definitely a fuck boy. He clenches his teeth apparently irritated by my judgment. A soothing waltz melody starts playing in the background, so he offers his hand to me. âDance with me for this next song and Iâll forgive your foul mouth.â
I pause. His hand hangs in the middle air for a few seconds before he snaps grumpily. âWhat now?â
âWho did you come to this ball with in the first place?â I ask. âNo one.â He replies dryly. I find that hard to believe. He must have come with someone, Valerie most possibly. Then this leads to my other deeper worries: whatâs us?
Iâve come to realize that Eason does want me, but definitely not as his girlfriend. The way he behaves has proven that.
So just his sex partner. Someone he sleeps with when he gets bored. After all, what tops up the sensation than getting in bed with your stepsister? Yet before I figure out my thoughts, he suddenly grabs me by my wrist and pulls me into his arms with one strong pull. I didnât even get a chance to protest, and heâs led me into the dance floor.
Heâs an excellent dancer with smooth moves and fine gesture. Iâm grateful that Iâve taken one or two dance lessons before so I can keep up with him now.
But spinning with him is still awkward. Especially since people have been staring at us intensely whenever a couple passes by our side. I know what they are thinking. Stepbrother and sister? Most popular guy and the school freak? Either way itâs weird.
âEason.â I keep my voice low so by-passers canât hear me. âYou havenât answered my question.â
âGod, you have a way to ruin everything,â He hisses. âI said. I came with no one.â
âDidnât you invite Valerie?â
âNo.â His patience seems to be running out.
âBut why?â I persist stupidly.
âBecause-âHe grits out.â- I wanted to come to this stupid ball with you and maybe fucks you a bit behind the curtain or in the restroom! You happy with that?!â
He raises his voice a little too high, so I hurry to shush him. âKeep your voice down!!â
He lets out a scornful sneer and averts his face sideway to avoid eye-contact with me. But we are only a fist-wide away so he canât get any further anyway.
I follow his dance move rigidly while processing everything quickly in mind.
So like my mom said, he did want to come to the ball with me.
But why didnât he say anything? Why does he have to be so complicated and self contradictory all the time?
Thereâs no way I can figure out what he actually wants. Even if I ask, he never gives me an honest and straightforward answer anyway.
Just when Iâm still in the trance, suddenly hurried footsteps approach us from behind and then the next second Iâm pulled away from Easonâs arms by a strong force.
Long nails dig into my flesh. I spin my head to find Valerie glaring down at me infuriated. Her face is twisted with anger as she barks at us:
âWhat the hell are you doing?!â
I shake off her iron grip and roll my eyes at Eason. âYou want to take this one?â Honestly, I donât know what Eason is doing either.
Eason raises his brows slightly his face indifferent. âWhatâs the matter?â
âYou asking me? You are my date for godâs sake! Where were you a minute ago and why are you suddenly dancing with this pathetic little slââ
âFuck you ValerieâI clench my first, ready to hit her in the face if she carries on She widens her eyes in shock and is about to raise her hand, but Eason pulls me behind him.
âValerie thatâs enough,â His voice cold with a trance of impatience. âI never asked you to the ball, did I?
Even if I did whatâs wrong with dancing with my sister? Stop this mad show right now because you donât own me.â
âYou are taking her side??â
Eason only lets out a sneer not even bothered to answer A flicker of panic mixed with devastation passes through her face. Iâm surprised to see tears start to well up in her eyes. âGo to hell. Both of you!â
B .cr Seventeen She staggers back a few steps then quickly turns around and storms away. And with that, the entire dance floor finally resumes to its earlier moment-people have been so busy checking us that theyâve forgotten to dance. Eason tilts his head and smiles at me. âWell. Shall we finish the song?â
He doesnât seem to be affected by that at all. Itâs a superpower really, to break someoneâs heart without a blink and to have everyoneâs attention on him and not even bothered by that. âNah Iâll pass.â
I free myself from him and walk pass the crowd carefully dodging peopleâs curious look. He catches up and walks with me side by side. âYou leaving? So soon?â
âItâs been a long night.â And a lot has happened. I need to clear my head and think about where this is going Before he gets a chance to say anything, we run into Mr. Ramirez by the front gate. He is on his way out.
âAre you kids leaving already?â he seems to be surprised by our early departure as well.
âYeah. Nat is beat.â Eason replies.
âOh.â Mr. Ramirezâs eyes trail across our faces and that look has gotten me on my edge. âWell if you are leaving, you are welcome to ride in my car.â âNo thatâs fine actually,â says Eason quickly. âIâll drive Nat home.â
Without doubts, Mr. Ramirez nods and says good night to us.
After he leaves, I let out a long sign with relief. The man canât possibly know anything. But itâs still nerve-
racking facing them, since me and Eason were fooling around and getting into each otherâs pants a moment ago.
I hear a chuckle and turn around to see Eason grinning at me.
âNervous?â he asks.
âYou are not?â he and his thick nerve amaze me. âAnyway, we should go home.â
He raises his brow at me. âSure. But we are going to my place.â
âWhat? No way! Iâm not going to your-â He drags me into his arms with one pull. His dark eyes cast down on my face with a look so intensive and hot that it makes my heart starts pumping wildly. He threads his long fingers through my hairs gently rubbing the bare skin on the back of my neck and whispers into my ear: âI was serious about you returning that favor. And itâs gonna be tonight.â