In Love With My Evil Stepbrother

Chapter Twenty I end up spending the night. I’ve made my protest, saying that my mom would get

worried and stuffs, but he just won’t listen. He basically dragged me to bed and forced me to lie down.

“At least let me change first?” I give up eventually. He can be very persuasive sometimes.

He opens his closet and grabs a random t-shirt before he throws it on me. “You can wear this.”

It’s soft, made in better fabric than my own pajamas. I am about to take off my clothes but suddenly

notice him staring closely at me. “A little privacy, perhaps?” “A bit late for that, don’t you think?” he grins

but turns away anyway. I pull the ruined dress down and slip through his shirt, while asking him, “so

how come you don’t have any feminine stuff here?” “Because I’m a man and I won’t be needing those?

Apparently?” Even his back is facing me, I can still tell he is rolling his eyes. My temper flares. Does he

really don’t know what I’m talking about or is he just playing dumb? “I mean for your girlfriend, or

partners or whatever you call those girls that you date,” I snap. “How come you don’t have anything for

them in this apartment?” “Because I don’t bring them back here. And I don’t do dates…you done?”

He turns back and a flicker light up in his eyes. The wicked smile on his face turns into something

softer, as he reaches out to hold my hand. “Hey, you look hot in that.”

“Well then I’ll wear it to school tomorrow.” I lie down on my back.

“Then you will make every man in school drool all over you. And I’d be dead to let that happen.”

He takes up the space next to me, lying on his side facing me and closes his eyes. He is so relaxed

right now, his usual aggressiveness and smugness all gone. His face seems childish even.

I study his face and can’t help but wonder how we have come to this place—from childhood playdate

to…well I don’t know what we are right now.

But he has made it clear that he doesn’t do date. So maybe we are…sex partners? Friends with

benefits?

But he can have any girls that he like. Why would he want me? Me among all girls?

This is fucked up. “If you keep staring, I can’t promise what’ll happen.” His eyes are closed, but

suddenly speak

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up.

My heart flutters and I quickly shut my eyes. I hear him let out a low chuckle and places his hand on my

waist.

“Sleep tight. Little sis.”

I had the worst sleep that night.

Nightmares keep coming at me. First it’s my mom screaming at me, telling me to play nice with Eason

because he’s the heir of Ramirez family and we need him to like us. Then she locks me and Eason in

the same room and when I look back, he suddenly turns into monster and shoves me out of the

window. I scream and fall into a sea of flames.

My eyes flutter open, heart pounding against my chest crazily. My whole body aches, as if something

extremely heavy is pressed on me for the entire night. I move a bit, then realize that heavy something

is Eason’s body.

He has clearly broken his promise of “keep my hands to myself” since he’s practically lying on top me

right now. His heavy head rests on the hollow of my neck, his arms crossed in front of my stomach,

holding tightly me like a throw pillow.

He sleeps so tight. And I’m so pissed.

Quietly swearing to myself never to share a bed with him again, I break free from his iron cuddle and

carefully move away. He groans vaguely in protest. I hold my breath. But luckily, he just turns around

and goes back to sleep.

Lucky bastard.

I tip-toe to the living room and check my phone. Great it’s only 5 in the morning, which gives me

enough time to run back home, take a shower and get change before school.

I walk on eggshells on my way out. As soon as the door is closed, I flee like escaping a crime scene.

Eason’s impact on me is unbelievable. I need some time alone, to think things over. And I won’t be able

to do that with him around.

I arrive at the townhouse at precisely 5:30. Everyone should be in their sleeps so I should be safe. I

cracked the entrance door open and sneak in.

I head directly to the stairs, but someone speaks up behind me suddenly:

“Nat…babe is that you?”

That scared the shit out of me. I snap my head around and fine mom standing up from the living room

sofa, staring at me with her mouth open in surprise.

“Mom!” I blurt out, terrified. “What are you doing here? Why aren’t you sleeping?”

“I woke up early and couldn’t sleep anymore. So I went down stairs waiting for you,” she walks around

the sofa and moves towards me. “Shawn told me you left with Eason last night. Why didn’t you come

home? Where have you been?”

She studies me up and down, and gradually her look becomes suspicious.

I’m so screwed.

I know how I look. Hairs all messed up, dress ruined, the dark circles under my eyes screams

weariness.

I look fresh-fucked.

How am I going to explain this?? Sure enough, she asks in a hesitate tone, “Nat, were you with…

maybe a boy?”

I open my mouth and no words come of it.

She knew I left with Eason. She saw how I look. She is going to make the connection. “Yes. A boy,” I

manage to say that, breathing hard. “You…you don’t know him.” It’s not the perfect excuse. But it’s the

only excuse I can think of right now.

“What? Really?” Her eyes light up a bit but still carry that wary look. “I thought you are new to the

school and don’t know anybody yet. Who’s the lucky guy?” My head spinning fast. But damn, I can’t

think of a single name to say. “Oh!” She suddenly claps her hands together. “I know. Was that boy you

went to the ball with? What’s his name again-”

“Alex.”

“Yes! Was that him?” “Yes, him.” I say and then mentally slap myself. What the fuck am I thinking? But

it’s too late to take that back. Mom is already elated in joy, “Oh I like that boy. He’s so polite and such a

gentleman. When I heard that you went home with Eason, I thought you two didn’t get along. But turns

out everything went great right?”

I mumble something vaguely and hurry escape upstairs. When I close the door behind me, I groan in

frustration and rub my face.

OK, a lie with my mom. Bad, but not terrible. She may never get the chance to meet Alex again and

therefore I’m safe. She’ll never find out whom I spent the night with.

And she shall never find out.

I take a quick shower, get dressed and rush downstairs, escaping the house before mom catches me

again.

***

The entire school is still so hung up on the ball last night. The excitement will probably take another

week to cool down. Many absences today in class and the background is filled with cheerful prattling,

so no one has noticed my woolgathering. I check my phone under table and find several messages

from Eason.

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[Where are you???]

[Did you just take off???]

[Natalia, you better answer me)

I snort internally. Great, Prince Eason who can’t stand being left alone for one second. I’ll have to talk

to him. But only when I’m ready.

[Not now]

I text back. His message rushes instantly:

[Where are you] (History with Robinson?] [b503?]

I widen my eyes in shock, heartrate drastically increasing. What the hell is he doing? He can’t track me

down to my classroom, right? He can’t be this mad

The next second, as if answering my thoughts, the classroom door flies open, abruptly interrupting the

teacher’s lecture and send the entire room into dead silence.

Eason is standing at the classroom door. His eyes sweep the jaw-dropping crowd and finally lands on

me.

“Mr. Ramirez!” The history teacher Mr. Robinson splutters in panic. “What are you doing? This is the

middle of a class! You can’t just barge in here and—”

“My apology, sir.” He casually nods at the teacher and steps inside. “Family emergency. Can’t

wait.”

He strides across the room, walking directly pass by those curious eyes, before he finally stops in front

of my table. He stares down at me, taking in the horrified look on my face. A patronizing smile appears

on his lips. “Nat. A word?”