In Love With My Evil Stepbrother

Chapter 24

Chapter 24: Fake Boyfriend I had a feeling that Alex may like me. But I don’t want to be too self- conscious about it and therefore never put much thought into this. Especially after all the drama, I thought that all the feelings he had for me must have been gone.

But he surprised me all over again. I don’t know what to say. His smile gradually fades away in my silence and after a while he asks reluctantly: “You do know what I’m talking about right?” “Yeah. Yes, I know.” I say quickly.

And then there comes the silence again.

We stand awkwardly facing each other in this dim hallway. His hands let go of mine and fall to his side. Eventually, I find my tongue again.

“Sorry Alex. But… I just broke up with someone. I don’t think I’m ready to begin another relationship yet.”

Every word comes out hard, but I need to finish it. He has always been so nice to me. He doesn’t deserve to be treated badly.

“Oh…well. I understand,” he says. There’s a touch of bitterness in his tone, which makes my heart churn.

I just turned down a very nice guy for what? For Eason? God I must be insane. He forces out a smile to me. “But we can still be friends, right? I don’t want to feel weird after all the stupid things I’ve said.” “Yeah, yeah, of course!” I nod eagerly. “I would love that very much.”

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“And after a while, when you are ready to move on, promise to put me on the top of your waiting list?” he grins.

The mood finally lights up again. And I laugh. “You know there’s only one person on that waiting list right?…You.”

“Nice. Seems like my chances are very good.”

He pauses for a second, and then carries on. “You probably don’t care about this…but I’ve broken up with Andria a long time ago. She needs to go to college in another city and I want to stay here. We ended things peacefully, no ugly drams. So it shocked me a little when she showed up at the ball.”

“Thanks for letting me know…And Eason is a crazy ass jerk.”

He laughs. “Yes, he is that. But do you have any idea why he did that? Is this some sort of the protective older brother thing?”

No. It is definitely not that. I hesitate for a while and then say to him vaguely, “Don’t mind

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him…I’ll talk to him.”

Alex’s gaze becomes appraising as he studies my face closely. He asks me suddenly. “Natalia, who did you spend the night with on the ball night?”

I quail beneath his gaze. I think he’s on to something… I don’t know. But Eason’s hostility towards him is too obvious. He’s a very smart guy. He might sense something is off. But luckily, he doesn’t ponder on that for long and smiles. “Well I better get back out there before Eason completely ruins the dinner…see you there.” I let go of a breath I didn’t know I’m holding. “OK.” He walks away a few steps and suddenly turns back at me and grins. “And Natalia, I’d be happy to play your fake boyfriend in front of your mom, before I officially move up from that waiting list.” I don’t know how to response to that. I can only simper back stupidly. After he left, I enter the lady’s room alone. I walk to the basin and turn on the tap. The cold

running water cools down my hot cheek. I so don’t want to get back out there, sitting with all those troublemakers and pretending to enjoy dinner in front of everyone. Wherever I look, there’s trouble.

I brace my hand on the desk front and study myself in the mirror. I’m a little pale but despite that my face seems alright. Yet I don’t carry that natural confidence and radiating aura like Valerie and Andria do.

So it makes me even more curious, why do Eason and Alex want to be with me anyway? With Alex I get it, we hit it off real nicely. But Eason…

He probably just enjoys seeing a mediocre girl like me lose control over him. Satisfies his ego.

A woman walks out of the stall and comes to wash her hands, waking me up from my wandering thoughts. I quickly turn off the running water and take a deep breath.

Ok, time to go back to the battlefield.

But the next second, the restroom’s door flies open banging on the wall loudly. Both of us jerk around and find Eason step into the room. “Excuse me!” The woman besides me gasps out, “This is the lady’s room!”

He reveals a smile to her composedly, the same expression he carries whenever he causes a scene or makes troubles.

“Yes, I’m sorry,” He says calmly, stepping sideways to make way for her. “But this lady’s room is temporarily closed down, for urgent maintenance.” I glare at him infuriated. Last time it was family emergency, and now it’s urgent maintenance. That liar!

The woman probably notices the tension between us, as she looks back at me reluctantly and whispers to me worried, “Dear. Is this young man bothering you? Do we need to call the

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“A phone call to the mental institution would suit his conditions,” I smile at her dryly. “But no, we are good for now. Thank you and sorry to disturb you.”

The woman nods with hesitation. She looks at Eason one more time and eventually decides to leave and gives us some space.

Eason waits for her to exit and locks the door behind him, as I narrow my eyes at him and speak up in a sarcastic tone, “there’s nowhere to avoid you right? Do you know a word called’ privacy’?”

His hand comes to brace on the basin behind me and traps me in his arms. His eyes cast down on me and lets out a light chuckle. “Same question to you. Remembered how you burst into my room naked holding a condom in your hand?”

“That was a mistake! Mom told me to-”

My words are cut short by his sudden kiss. He spares one hand to hold the back of my head and lowers his head to deepen that kiss. My heart skips a beat, as a thrilling electricity runs down my spine the second he touches my lips. Instantly, I forgot what I was about to say. I forgot all my anger and frustration towards him. The only thing vivid in my head right now is him. The impact he has on me…it’s unbelievable.

The kiss is quick and sweet. A short moment later, he detaches his lips inches away from me and asks in a husky voice, “what did Alex and you talk about earlier?”

I open my mouth to answer yet he suddenly catches my lips again. The tip of his tongue gently molds the shape of lips as he murmurs deeply. “You better think carefully before you answer… he came back with a smug look on his face. I hate that look.”

“The same look you carried every day?” I ask, successfully earning a hard bite on my bottom lip from him. “Ouch!”

“Think twice,” he threatens. I suddenly shiver since I feel his hot palm moving up from my thigh and approaching the hem of my shorts dangerously. I whine, twisting my body slightly. His touch is causing a familiar tingle in between my thighs. “So?” he presses me, fingers rubbing the sensitive skin on my inner thigh. This is torture. I gasp and say between breath. “Non–nothing. He was just checking in with me and…”

My mind is muddled. My panties is becoming wet. The next part slips out before I realize, “and he offers to play my fake boyfriend in front of my mom.” A dark look flickers in his green eyes. He suddenly invades into my shorts and presses hard on my core and rubs it. A shaky moan escapes my mouth immediately.

“Well, what did you tell him?” he studies my pleasure-tortured face closely, as he carries on the moment of his fingers. “You said yes?”

I pant and grab his arms, my nails digging into his hard biceps. “Yes… no! Ahh please…”

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I have no idea what I’m talking about. His fingers swirl outside of my drenched panties. I want him to insert his finger in and fill my emptiness.

“Yes or no?” he questions forcefully, seeming to enjoy the sight of my struggle. “Did you tell him how soaking wet you are when you are with me? And how you rock your butt like this? And he should just get the fuck lost?”

He suddenly thrusts a finger into my core, deep. I cry out, throwing my head to the back and overwhelmed by the sudden waves of pleasure.

“Eason…please!” I groan his name, pleading for him to continue.

“Fuck,” he curses and suddenly withdraws the finger from pussy. I clench my thighs together at the loss of his finger and the next second he picks me up from the ground and carries me inside. He kicks open a stall door and sets me on the toilet. He looks down at me with hot desire burning in his eyes. He brings up that wet finger covered with my juice and rubs it against my lips. “Spread your legs,” he says hoarsely. “As you promised.”

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