Lies of the Stepbrothers: Billionaire Stepbrothers Romance (2 Wicked Stepbrothers, 1 Innocent Girl Book 3) Read Online Free Page A
Author: Stephanie Brother
well proud of it."
I hate how he's lecturing me, already back in the role of the big brother even though it's been a long time since we've been anything close to that.
"Listen," he says with a sigh, seeing that he's upset me. "I just ..."
"You just what?" I interrupt angrily. "You remembered you had a brother all of a sudden? You've forgotten about me for a long time, and now you want a reunion?"
I grit my teeth and we have a stare-off, but Blane stops our eye contact first.
"I just miss you, Aiden," he says softly. "I was wondering if I could see you sometime. We are brothers ... we're twins, for fuck's sake."
I look at him, pondering what he said. I don't want to say yes, but thoughts of Emme keep coming into my mind. As much as I want to punch my brother in the face for it, he's currently the one closest to our stepsister.
And I want her for myself.
"I guess," I say non-committally, and the way his face lights up makes him even more pathetic in my eyes. "We'll set something up."
I don't wait for his response, walking away briskly, my hands tucked in my pockets to hide the smell of the unknown girl's pussy on them.
Chapter 6
I can't stay away.
I've tried to. I've fought it. I've been good.
But my bad bone is broken in and I can't hold off any longer - I need Emme. Need to see her, touch her, smell her ... Taste her. Which is the reason why I'm following her to work today.
And it's not the first time.
I have her habits down to a T. She doesn't take advantage of her driver at all, instead choosing to walk from the house where she now lives with Blane to the building where they both work.
Blane is usually there hours before her, getting an early start, but Emme leaves at around 8.30 a.m. I'm ready today, already across the street where I know she'll pass me in a couple of minutes.
I'm nervous - actually nervous.
I'm like an addict taking a swig after years of abstinence, and it feels damn good to do so. I crumple the newspaper I'm reading into a ball, throwing it into the nearby trash can, when a change in the air alone lets me know she's near.
I don't know what it is exactly.
A certain scent, a change of the atmosphere.
The sound of her heels on the pavement.
Click-clack-click-clack.
I force myself to turn around and show my back to her, even though it's the hardest thing I've had to do all day. I have to fight the red mist so I don't jump out at her, pulling her in to me.
But what happens next makes my heart race, too.
Just as she is passing me, I hear the clamor of her heels slow down and she seems to hesitate for just a split second when she passes me, like she senses something. She continues on her way almost immediately, but that one moment, that small pause ... it gives me hope.
She still remembers me.
She still knows who owns her.
I turn around in time to see her turn the corner, and I follow seamlessly in her step. If I were to die now, I would be a happy man - as long as I got to take Emme with me.
I come up just close enough to see the skin of the back of her neck erupt in goose bumps. I let myself breathe her in, taking in her sweet floral scent. I can sense she knows someone is behind her, so I stop by a flower vendor next to the street.
She crosses the street, as if she's afraid to look behind her. But when she's on the other side, she turns around hesitantly, slowly ... and our eyes meet.
Pure joy overtakes me when I see the fear in her eyes as her gaze meets mine.
I see her shiver and I feel the sensation repeating in my own body. Just then, a truck drives by, stopping at a red light and cutting the connection.
I take my chance and run into a side alley, ducking behind a dumpster where she'll never spot me. My eyes are still glued to the spot where I saw her last, and my heart beats faster as I watch the truck drive away.
As soon as it's gone, I see her, frozen to the spot where I saw her last. She's glued to the pavement, staring at the place where I was a second ago. Her
I hate how he's lecturing me, already back in the role of the big brother even though it's been a long time since we've been anything close to that.
"Listen," he says with a sigh, seeing that he's upset me. "I just ..."
"You just what?" I interrupt angrily. "You remembered you had a brother all of a sudden? You've forgotten about me for a long time, and now you want a reunion?"
I grit my teeth and we have a stare-off, but Blane stops our eye contact first.
"I just miss you, Aiden," he says softly. "I was wondering if I could see you sometime. We are brothers ... we're twins, for fuck's sake."
I look at him, pondering what he said. I don't want to say yes, but thoughts of Emme keep coming into my mind. As much as I want to punch my brother in the face for it, he's currently the one closest to our stepsister.
And I want her for myself.
"I guess," I say non-committally, and the way his face lights up makes him even more pathetic in my eyes. "We'll set something up."
I don't wait for his response, walking away briskly, my hands tucked in my pockets to hide the smell of the unknown girl's pussy on them.
Chapter 6
I can't stay away.
I've tried to. I've fought it. I've been good.
But my bad bone is broken in and I can't hold off any longer - I need Emme. Need to see her, touch her, smell her ... Taste her. Which is the reason why I'm following her to work today.
And it's not the first time.
I have her habits down to a T. She doesn't take advantage of her driver at all, instead choosing to walk from the house where she now lives with Blane to the building where they both work.
Blane is usually there hours before her, getting an early start, but Emme leaves at around 8.30 a.m. I'm ready today, already across the street where I know she'll pass me in a couple of minutes.
I'm nervous - actually nervous.
I'm like an addict taking a swig after years of abstinence, and it feels damn good to do so. I crumple the newspaper I'm reading into a ball, throwing it into the nearby trash can, when a change in the air alone lets me know she's near.
I don't know what it is exactly.
A certain scent, a change of the atmosphere.
The sound of her heels on the pavement.
Click-clack-click-clack.
I force myself to turn around and show my back to her, even though it's the hardest thing I've had to do all day. I have to fight the red mist so I don't jump out at her, pulling her in to me.
But what happens next makes my heart race, too.
Just as she is passing me, I hear the clamor of her heels slow down and she seems to hesitate for just a split second when she passes me, like she senses something. She continues on her way almost immediately, but that one moment, that small pause ... it gives me hope.
She still remembers me.
She still knows who owns her.
I turn around in time to see her turn the corner, and I follow seamlessly in her step. If I were to die now, I would be a happy man - as long as I got to take Emme with me.
I come up just close enough to see the skin of the back of her neck erupt in goose bumps. I let myself breathe her in, taking in her sweet floral scent. I can sense she knows someone is behind her, so I stop by a flower vendor next to the street.
She crosses the street, as if she's afraid to look behind her. But when she's on the other side, she turns around hesitantly, slowly ... and our eyes meet.
Pure joy overtakes me when I see the fear in her eyes as her gaze meets mine.
I see her shiver and I feel the sensation repeating in my own body. Just then, a truck drives by, stopping at a red light and cutting the connection.
I take my chance and run into a side alley, ducking behind a dumpster where she'll never spot me. My eyes are still glued to the spot where I saw her last, and my heart beats faster as I watch the truck drive away.
As soon as it's gone, I see her, frozen to the spot where I saw her last. She's glued to the pavement, staring at the place where I was a second ago. Her
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