To Hate My Stepbrother

Ava’s POV

It kept going on for three more days. The rain wouldn’t stop falling but I was comfortable because Mason would slip into bed with me and comfort me.

Anytime it rained hard, he would come into my room and pat my back and also stroke my hair lightly. He never said anything else or asked me questions and I was grateful for that.

I felt safe in his arms and it would have been unusual if his arms weren’t my safe haven before. It grew even more intense and I know damn well that I was falling knee deep in love with him.

I’m head over heels for him but I couldn’t possibly tell him that because I was scared, he could hurt me again just like he did before.

I’d shut my heart off men and I’d even promised myself not to allow myself to be hurt by any man again but Mason just seemed different.

It seemed as though I would bail and be unable to keep to my own end of my bargain. Closing my eyes, I took in the sweet masculine scent of his body.

My pussy throbbed and I felt a drip, it wasn’t the first time my body would react to Mason but it was the first time in a long time that my body would react to anyone.

Staring at his lips while he closed his eyes and pressed his head against the bedpost, I swallowed hard. I wanted to press my lip against his and the way he gave it a slight lick didn’t help.

“Why?” I started and he flung his eyes open at once, making me look away, “why are you still here and going through the stress of staying with me?” I asked and he smiled, patted my hair and kissed it.

“Because I can’t stand you being in distress without doing anything.” He answered as he brought up his hand to check the time.

“It’s better now, let’s go or we’ll be late for work.” He pointed out and I stood as we both walked out of my bedroom.

“Thank you.” I muttered before throwing myself at him in a hug and he asked me not to mention and that it’s okay.

We both left and he dropped me off at work. I tried to stop thinking about him but I couldn’t, whatever I do my mind always finds a way to drift off to him.

How he’s being gentle, kind and sweet to me, I couldn’t really concentrate on my work because I was thinking about him and couldn’t wait for him to come pick me up.

The day went by quickly and I rushed out of my office. I was glad when I met him outside waiting for me. Smiling, he opened the door for me and I got in.

The week went on fast and it’s almost the weekend. Mason came to pick me up from work as usual and suggested we go to the club that night with some of his friends and I agreed.

We drove home and soon started getting ready. I was stressed out and the club seemed like the perfect place to blow off steam.

I picked out a short red gown and shoes to match, dabbed my lipstick on and let my hair loose so that it was falling on my shoulders.

We soon got to the club and I was moving my head to the music while Mason had fun with his friends and drank.

“Hey beautiful,” I heard an unfamiliar voice call and I soon saw a guy in front of me, he wasn’t looking so bad. He’s good looking too and has some nice features.

“What are you doing sitting down alone?” He asked and I snickered, “are you alone?” He asked again and I shook my head, “if you don’t mind, would you like to dance with me?” He asked after I told him I wasn’t alone.

“No!” Mason’s voice came before I could even get the chance to answer, “you spend one more minute here and you’ll regret it.” He added and after a while of the guy staring at me, he left.

It went on for a while and Mason kept telling all of the guys off, telling them I’m a divorcee and they shouldn’t be flirting with me.

I didn’t need a soothsayer to tell me he was doing all that out of jealousy and it made me feel giddy.

He went back to his friends while I went to the dance floor. I was a little bit tipsy and already enjoying myself when Mason came and scared the guy I was dancing with away.This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“We’re leaving.” He said firmly before pulling me out of the club and we drove home.

He was still holding my hand by the time we got into the house and I jerked my hand away from his hold, I was furious.

“What the hell is wrong with you?! Why are you being ridiculous?!” I yelled at him, “I’m not a child.” I added firmly, hissing and snapping at him.

Waiting for him to say something to defend himself, an explanation as to why he was so protective of me and wouldn’t let me have fun but he didn’t say anything.

“You were jealous? Are you even supposed to be jealous?!” I asked and his mouth dropped open at once as he tried to deny my allegations.

“Fine, I was jealous.” He replied defeated as he took a step closer to me.

“But, Why?!”

“You already know why!” He yelled back and I jumped for a moment, he was now standing in front of me that we were only one inch apart.

Without thinking and mesmerized by his lips, I took a step closer to him and kissed him. I missed the taste of his lip. Realizing what I’d done, I pulled away immediately.

What’s going on with me?

I turned to leave when I felt a hard pull back and I almost fell on him as my lips smacked back on his and my heart soared.

I love this feeling.