Secrets Between My Step-Brother And Me

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s the word I'd used to describe Miguel

io Sanchez; millionaire real estate developer who lived in a mansio

tow

I know this because people gossip a lot in Evergreen), and in no time had established himself as one of the affluential and

a shock, albeit an unwelcome kind of shock when my mother, an elementary school teacher, who I'd have never thought crossed paths with

t not to me, for the past six years, so I couldn't bring myself to be unhappy that she'd found love again. So like t

y announced that we'd be selling the house and moving

ment would flop

on my face that my mother saw right through but didn't dare ques

iders to keep out. There was a water fountain with benches surrounding it in front of the house. The garden behind the house stretched from one edge of the property to the other, more trees painting a picturesque backdrop so beautiful, it made me almost feel happy about who my mother was marrying. Almost. I'd never be completely glad about whoever my mum chose the second time. It

a laundry room, a library, a music room which housed a large piano and a store. There were two doors, the front d

he large living room area, led ups

. On the right was five rooms, one was the library, two were bedrooms, one was the study that Emilio used as

t wing, I plopped on the bed and allowed t

'd learnt

wife before they'd divorced, who happened to b

Angel S

Faye Smith-model and actress- was another story. Blonde hair, blue eyes and the palest of skins, she still looked ageless and not li

on social media, it wouldn't be bad to at least see t

s on Instagram, he was akin to an Instagram celebrity. Even had a fan base,

te my best friend was obsessed with. Soft rosy lips and a smile that I was sure had gotten girls to drop their panties for him-Bianca's

d. I'd kept my face stoic, refusing to become a fan girl to a boy I'd have never met if his father hadn't decided to remarry. That's when we saw the other parts that made Emilio cringe ever

ntion th

t his wayward son would be showing up for the engag

Sanchez looked like an

d walked into the house like he owned the place, looking far older than ei

ocolate eyes enchanting for all who dared to look. And everyone looked. He looked older in real life. And even though I hated to admit it, devastatingly handsome. Even women old enough to be his mother sent him coy glances as he smirked and walked past. I told myself that watching him had nothing to do with how he looked but everything to do with the fa

emembered most about Mi

e myself, even though I had no doubt he knew who I was. I wish I'd just walked past the music roo

acing the door when I came in, his gaze trapped me in place and my mouth dried as the woman -whose face I couldn't see because her back was to me- bounced, up and down, moans a

nable to close my ears to her moans and when she cried out, finally reachi

es to know what the act was. I'd never watched porn, at least not until this moment. I squirmed under hi

or goodness sake, yo

And it was the first penis I was seeing that wasn't randomly on the internet but attached to a living person not more than ten feet from me. I barely registered the woman-Mrs Hathaway, who had a son in my class and had

voice, mocking and amused,

he rarely used short form of my name, almost spoke

, hearing his laughter as

conclusion

trouble. And no