My Stepbrother-Too Hot To Handle

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And to an even further shock that was hard to recover from, I had used his pelvic bone next to his crotch to support myself. He was shocked. I was shocked. We were shocked. But we weren’t separating immediately.

Damien gathered himself and pushed me off himself quickly, and stood up so fast leaving me to my pain. He didn’t look good because his back was probably hurting, but he just entered his room and slammed the door hard. The situation was crazy and awkward.

‘It probably didn’t mean anything to him though. That wasn’t his first, and he was a player. You are the one being weird about it,’ I told myself a thousand times, as I sat in the big bowl of hot tub, after I had left the front of his room with the papers that were littered to the floor.

It was hard to focus on anything, because I kept getting constantly bothered by the incident that occured because of a fall. That alone had caused me the cooperative spirit that Damien was having initially.

It left me with so many disadvantages.

I would be the only one thinking and getting worried about the bump kiss, and I would probably affect our relationship even worse because I would act awkward.

Definitely, I would be the only one to finish the project by embellishing his own view with my own ideas, and I would still have to write a totally different two person point of view, after watching the movie that I would choose myself.

‘It was a total disaster.’

When I came out of the bathroom after washing away my misery for so long, I realized that Mason had called my phone almost a thousand times when I checked my phone. It had been on my dresser for so long that I didn’t realize that someone must have called.

In the past, no one did.

I was so tired and stressed out of my mind that I switched off my cellphone immediately, so that I wouldn’t talk to Mason in that state. He would find out that something was wrong, and I would have to say it if he pestered. He knew how to get me to talk.

I laid on my bed in shorts and a bra top the entire day till evening, doing a lot of overthinking in my head. I knew that I was supposed to be getting the assignment done when no one would help me, but I was totally lazy about it because of what happened.

The sound of someone opening the main door jolted me up, and I realized that I had fallen asleep after a short while. It was Damien, and he had probably left with his car.

It brought some kind of peace to my heart, and I quickly rushed down the stairs to make dinner, in case he would come back early. I wanted to avoid him at all costs.

…. ……. ……

It was the same atmosphere the next morning, and I left the house early to board a bus to mass. We became Catholics because of one of mum’s exes that she was in love with in the past, and she had not been going there after they broke up. It didn’t matter to me. I wasn’t her.

After mass ended, I knew that I didn’t want to go back home immediately so I took the chance to visit our old home. The place was still unoccupied by anyone, and the passcode was still the same thing.

I made my way inside the place which wasn’t quite as dusty as I expected it to be, and went up to my old room to see if there was anything that I would like to pick up. The room was quite messy, and more scanty than it usually was.

On the floor were littered pieces of paper and my old dolls, and on my old dresser were just old things I used before. There was nothing reasonable in the wardrobe too, and I figured that mum must have taken everything I really needed.

I entered her own room afterwards, and it was quite a mess compared to mine. There were so many shredded pieces of paper on the floor, and piles of dirt. I couldn’t figure out what it was. I opened the wardrobe to see if there was anything, and it was entirely wiped out.

Convinced that there was nothing to see again, I had to say my final goodbye to our old home. As I was about to step out of the room, my eyes caught the words that were written on a line of shredded paper on the floor. I was wearing my glasses, so it wasn’t hard to see.

‘Contract between Spencer Anderson and Joanne S……….?’