Chapter one

CHAPTER ONE.

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“Sweetheart are you done with the boxes, Richard is here” Mrs Rosaline voice stretched to the far end of Moana's room. It's Saturday morning and they're moving to their new house today.

“Yeah, give me a minute” Moana replied rather boringly, she finds none of this interesting. She has been packing since Friday night, she hasn't even told her besties about moving in with her mother's fiance. 

She came down carrying a box of her personal journals, wearing shorts and a tank top, hair in loose ponytail, lazy but beautiful. Well yeah that's Moana Queens for you. 

“Hey pretty let me help you with that” Richard offered to help, he had come to help them pack.

What an intentional man!

“Thanks Mr Dickson…. If you don't mind my luggage is upstairs and I can't lift it” Moana replied, her voice flat but polite

“You should call him Dad, he's going to be your step father…” Rosaline chipped in 

“Wha—”

“Common Rosa, she's just getting used to everything, and it so sudden you shouldn't rush her, besides you can just call me Richard” Richard said quickly to save the awkward tension 

In less than an hour they were done packing, Richard driving, occasionally commenting on things her mother was saying that didn't even make sense to her.

None of these things make sense!

They arrived at the mansion, Moana came down from the truck, staring at the big white house in front of them… very big she admitted 

“It's beautiful right?” Her mother asked, smiling, it seems she's the only one who wouldn't stop smiling sheepishly. 

“Yeah it is” Moana's voice came out low, breathing in the air, okay this part of the country feels different, money obviously, juicy money.

“Okay let's unpack, Dylan is at the games, he got practice, he'll be back in a few hours time” Richard said standing between mother and daughter, placing a light peck on Rosaline cheeks

“Dylan? Who's that?” Moana asked because that name sounds too familiar for her liking and she hates what that name does to her body.

“Oh I forgot to mention it, Richard has a son around your age I'm sure you two will get along well, he's also a brainiac” Rosaline said, her eyes giving Moana the I'm-sorry look.

Moana tried to digest another new information again, Richard has a son, around her age and his name is Dylan 

Wait what, she tried not to think too much, it can't be that dickhead… Dylan Dickson.. no fucking way.

“Moana are you okay” Richard asked after sensing her silence for some minutes 

“Yeah I'm good, let's unpack” Moana replied, her voice shaking now.

It can't be real, a coincidence it might be.

Richard helped move the boxes upstairs, on the third floor, Moana room is just opposite another room which Richard has said it belongs to his son. 

She could hear her mother laughing to a joke Richard has made, perhaps he really does make her happy she thought. 

Her new room was two times bigger than her first one, white marble walls, purple curtains, the windows large and the view from her is beautiful. The backyard is filled with flowers and there's a pool!

Not bad she thought, at least she had found something she loves, pools and she'd definitely swim all day in there.

Damn the so-called son who's now her step brother. Speaking of which she heard another voice…

“I'm home”  

The voice was familiar, she can't mistake that deep voice that makes her knees weak. 

It can't be happening right now

She was climbing down the stairs overhearing the conversation.

“I thought you said it's next weekend they'd move in” Dylan voice came out distant, talking to his father 

How can his voice be deeper than his father?

“I said weekend, I didn't say next, and besides Rosa has been wanting to meet you” his father's response came out casual like it was nothing 

Rosaline coming out from the kitchen smiling warmly at Dylan who looks uninterested in this family thingy 

“You're tall, Richard you didn't mention he was this handsome “ Rosaline said “he obviously took after your height only”

“Welcome Ms Rosaline” Dylan blurted out, already walking upstairs and almost bumped into Moana. 

Or rather Moana almost bumped into him.

“The fuck is wro—” Dylan voice died immediately he saw her and Moana was just as shocked as him

“You?”

“whar are you doing here?” Dylan voice was cold but his eyes were already roaming her body

“I guess I should be asking you that but you turned out to be the dickhead Mr Richard said he has as a son and newsflash I'm your stepsister now” Moana replied hotly 

She wasn't going to show him she's affected with how sinfully hot he looks in his practice wear, hair damp with sweat falling on his face. 

Damn don't stare! She said Inwardly 

Her eyes travelled to his full lips, red and succulent, they'd definitely taste like strawberry.

Shut the fuck up she scream in her head 

“It's so unfortunate shortie” Dylan voice came low and teasing “and my step sister is eye raping me”

“You wish, I never asked for any of this and I hate breathing the same air as you, you better avoid…”

“ It's mutual” Dylan cut her off

There was a minute of silence, eyes glaring with something they'd never admit.

Then Dylan's gaze dropped, just for a second, flicking down her body before snapping back up to her face.

Moana's skin went hot. She suddenly remembered what she was wearing… tiny shorts and a tank top with no bra underneath. 

His eyes darkened, something shifting behind the cold stare, and she hated that she noticed and she hated that her pulse kicked up.

"Eyes up here, Dickhead," she snapped.

His smirk was slow and infuriating. "Hard not to notice when you're dressed like that, Queens.”

“What's happening up there?” Mr Richard asked just climbing the stairs “you too know each other?”

Dylan's gaze didn't leave her, and that made her body hot, the heat between her thighs, his father is just a few steps away and the dickhead is looking at her with that devil's eyes of his.

“Yes”

“No”

They said simultaneously glaring at each other.

“same school” Moana answered again 

"Same school," Dylan repeated, his tone mocking. He let out a sharp, humorless laugh. "That's one way to put it."

Her mother appeared at the bottom of the stairs, looking between them with a hopeful smile. "Oh, that's wonderful! You already know each other. That'll make things so much easier."

Easier.

Moana almost laughed.

Dylan finally tore his gaze away from her and looked down at his father. "This is Rosaline's daughter?"

"Yes. Moana." Richard climbed a few steps, glancing between them. "Everything okay up there?"

"Peachy," Dylan said flatly.

He turned without another word, stalked up the stairs to his room, and slammed the door hard enough to rattle the frame.

Moana flinched.

Her mother's smile faltered. "What was that about?"

"Nothing." Moana stepped back, going upstairs into her own room. "We just don't get along."

"But—"

"Mom, it's fine. I'm unpacking. I'll be down for dinner."

She closed her door before her mother could argue, leaning against it and pressing her palms to her eyes