I Can't Get Enough Of My Stepbrother

Talia Pov

The single mistake I made on my second day in school turned my life into hell. 

“Hey, I got transferred” I say with so much excitement over the phone announcing to my boyfriend. He got transferred to the elite school and I spent a whole semester without seeing him.

I miss him so much.

“That's good” his voice is low and not matching my energy either. He wasn't sounding excited to hear the good news but instead I continued.

“Where are you?”

“Oh I'm at the lounge cooling off” I stared up and saw the sign on the door post, the entrance door to the lounge.

“Oh I'm actually close…” the phone cut off before I could even finish the sentence.

“I'm coming to find you” but I didn't bail. I went ahead in search of him and the first door I opened my lips dropped open. A girl is on top of him and they are kissing. 

Is that his cooling off, betrayal stabbed deep into my soul. I tried to walk away, I actually tried but no one gets to hurt me without my permission so I did the last thing that came to my mind out of reflex or probably out of anger.

I took the bucket in the hand of a janitor that was passing it's containing water and didn't care if it was dirty or clean. I went straight right in and emptied the content on his body.

“You asshole” I cussed.

“What the f*ck” he cussed turning around and the figure toweling over me wasn't my boyfriend.

What! What have I done? My heart goes into a panic mood. Did I just empty a bucket of water on the most popular guy in school, the golden boy.

“I'm so sorry” my speech felt so rushed.

“Please” I dropped to my knees, my eyes falling on the cloth on the floor.

“I will help you clean up” I say and without his permission I started wiping off the water from his leg, it's a good thing the water wasn't dirty but it's a bad thing I got myself into trouble with the bad boy in school.

And the worst thing I didn't expect happened, his towel got loose from his waist and fell to the floor. My glasses fell off.

I gasp, my mouth open, my eyes wide and my hands hanging in the air as I stare at him. He is so big, so huge and for a second I thought of what it would feel like to have him in my mouth.

“Nerd, I guess you're enjoying the view” he brings me out of my thoughts.

I stuttered incoherently, I heard him chuckle, picking up his towel and trying to tie it around his waist, shutting my eyes like I didn't see anything.

I picked up my glasses and stood on my feet and that was when I saw the lady, the lady he is making out with, she is still trying to arrange her clothes.

The coach.

Jasmine Carter.

I look from him to her, the awkward feeling growing by the seconds.

The golden boy and the coach, that's a pretty good headline.

Before anyone could say anything.

“I didn't see anything” my voice rushed.

“This never happened, I never saw a thing” 

I turned my back and walked away, the moment I'm out I take a deep breath outside but then the door immediately gets open. He is behind me this time not on a towel but on his black pants and I do what normal people would do in that situation.

I run.

As fast as I could.

And he chases after me, taking the right turn by the left, from the peripheral of my vision I could see he is close. So close.

I run faster, taking the next turn, I don't see him again thinking probably he had a second thought but he is right In front of me. He must have taken the short cut and caught up with me but I didn't stop, I turned around and bolted off.

I tried, I tried to run faster but he caught up with me pinning me at the edge of the wall, caging me and completely shutting the air out of my lungs.

I'm breathing heavily while staring at his bare chest, beads of water still dripping down and I couldn't stop drooling over his large expanse of muscle, his broad shoulders and his abs. It looks like God took his time to mold every shape of him because how can a man look this drop dead gorgeous.

He should be arrested for that.

“Are you done drooling at me?” He brings me out of my thoughts, the second time I'm being caught again.

“You wouldn't say anything about what you saw”

I mentioned I wasn't or does he have an ear problem. Shutting my mouth should be the compensation of pouring him water thinking he was my boyfriend but I don't say that either.

“What if I do?” Challenge dripping from my tone, probably he doesn't know me yet.

I don't do threats, the more you threaten me, the more I have the stronger urge to expose whatever secret off your sleeve. My mother never taught me to chicken out.

“I'm sure you won't do that if I were you unless you signed a signature to make your life in this school a living hell”

“I love the challenge” I say even though my heart is beating so fast.

He leans in, his breath fanning my ears and whispering seductively in a low tone.

“I bite a lot” he lingers for a moment giving the opportunity to brush my fingers over his bare chest. A moment of distraction for him and I sank my shoes on his foot.

He winces, releasing his arms and I bolt before he could process what is going on. I'm out of his hair, a distance away he couldn't match. I give him the middle finger.

I have your secret now, let's see what the golden boy could do to me if I finally exposed them.