ia's

my room, pacing and cooking up t

ather agreed tha

ry bit the reckless, undisciplined playboy, his

o were old enough to be his mother and

oked,

was big enough that if I played my cards well, I wouldn't have to see

house. My mother had begged and begg

s smaller than me, her head stopping at my shoulders. She's wearing a simple sundress, her red hair in a messy bun, her gr

e wardrobe has enough checkered shirts and jeans to last me an entire year. Bianca and my mother hate that I don't dress up more. I'd rather hide than be

time for dinner and

The idea is ridiculous. Who wore a dres

t and starts scattering, fishing for a dr

at my knees. I'd forgotten that my mother bought dresses for me and stuf

d G

ows the dress at my face an

nd come down." She makes her way to the door and

ou don't,

eyes and ask for something

sure Miguel Angel doesn't feel unwelcome he

, I

, m

most make me forget who it was

rtant to him. That makes him

o

s,

ice to him and help hi

ers. No way in hell a

a Rose

the

all that my mum was reserved, easygoing and

at my head and walks out of my room, blowing me

my lips curl in distaste at the blue dress

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housekeeper whom I mostly saw when she was assisting my mum in the kitchen and when she came to ask if I needed someone to help clean my room. The answer was the same everyti

to take a deep

an's moans. Mrs Hathaway still

Oscar sitting beside her. Rachel was probably going to eat in her room, like she always did. Said she liked to watch the television as she ate. I'm

astes like ashe

I wouldn't know, because I'm furiously texting Bianca who is more

stepbrother still

m that. And I don

ome than the last time we saw him? Lord knows h

h me off when they shoot me concerned looks, grabb

l is down there and that he isn't pierced. Bu

to promise

les:

t sleep with

sly saying I can't fuck

can sleep with whoever you want when we g

if you promise to join me. Lord knows

Kay. Prom

e waiting by my

ed jeans and a black baggy top that hangs loose on one of his shoulders, exposin

IM

she hit climax. Her body shak

re he's drawn his lip ring between his teeth. The smile looks like sin. He looks like sin. His slightly crooked nose which is a testament to the fact that he's no stranger to brawls and should have made him look appalling, only adds to his sex appe

brother. No, not my stepbrother. We aren't related. O

hat makes st

last time. If last year he hadn't looked like a teenager, this year he definitely wasn't one in age and looks. My thighs clench

y hate

plate in front of me. That smile he'd given me told me all

eaks the

it here, however long you decide to stay wi

respond, his eyes glancing at his father's face which remains stoic

d I are the only ones who probably don't buy into his niceness, but my mum grins

oot. More l

mine, knowing that it's intentional, because of the occasional tilting of his lips, w

when he says his thanks an

breathe easy for