Obsessed With My Stepbrother

Sara

“God, I hate hearing that.” I rasped and shifted my gaze away from the small group of chattering girls behind me.

“How many times is that this month?” Brianne asked.

“Three times. We’ve lost our clients three times to that asshole.” I said, and clenched my fist in annoyance. I hated thinking about it, but when it was right there in my face for me to see, how could I not? 

Dame Casian was the worst thing to have happened to this planet. I kept telling people. He was rude, arrogant, proud, and, I cannot stress this enough, cynical. But the worst part was that he was always my main competition. In the past three years, he’s managed to steal more of our clients than I could count, and he always made sure I knew he enjoyed doing it.

“I hate him so much. Look at him up there flirting with those girls. He’s such a pig.” I ground my teeth in disdain.

“I wouldn’t mind rolling in the mud with him,” Brianne muttered and bit her lip slightly.

“What?” I remarked, twisting my face in disgust.

“What?” Brianne replied sharply with a soft smile.

“Look, Sara, I know you hate to lose to him, but maybe he’s just…”

“Better than me?” I interjected quickly.

“No, honey, maybe he’s just as good as you, and you haven’t met your own clients yet.” “But we’re at a party. So how about we cut loose, take our losses, and try to have a good time?” Brianne patted me softly on the shoulder.. 

I knew she was trying to console me, but tonight was already ruined the moment we lost our client. Brianne didn’t know it, but this was my last client, and since I couldn’t get him, my mother was going to hand over the company to my cousin, Yura. “You know, I think I’ll sit this one out, Bri. Text me if you need me.” 

Brianne wanted to speak, but when she saw the look on my face, she knew whatever this was, it was not going to get resolved now, and so she let me go.

Finally alone, I headed to the bar for a drink, and just as my luck would have it, Dame swooped in front of me. “What’s the matter, Beck?”

I kept my mouth shut and tried to ignore his presence. I’d heard that if you close your eyes and count to three, then you could make things disappear. But when I opened my eyes, he was still there, staring at me with a callous smile.

“Don’t tell me you’re still sore over Jonas?” He teased.

I opened my mouth to speak, but held back my tongue and bit my lip with a smirk. “Get out of my way, Dame, I’m not in the mood.” 

For a moment, I could swear I saw something shift on his face. Concern? Sympathy? I wasn’t sure what it was. But just as quickly, I dismissed it. Dame Casian didn’t know sympathy, and he wasn’t concerned about anybody but himself.

I began walking away when I heard his voice call out my name, “Sara, wait.” 

I don’t know why I stopped, but I did, and in a few seconds, I could hear his footsteps hurrying toward me. “I know tonight must suck for you, but can I at least buy you a drink? You fought really hard this time. We almost didn’t get Jonas.”

I hesitated for a moment, but then turned around and scanned his eyes deeply. They were hazel brown and almond-like, like the ones my grandfather used to plant in our garden. 

“Okay. You can buy me one drink.” I said, turned around, and headed to the bar.

Perhaps that was my first mistake. Alcohol and I never mixed well, and I should have known better. One shot led to two, and two to four. I just wanted to forget this night, and Dame was nothing but charming, which made me slightly uncomfortable. He talked about his hiking experiences in Europe, told some Irish jokes, and we laughed more than I’d expected or even imagined. For a moment, I almost couldn’t say he was a terrible person.

I did find it particularly weird that when my favorite song came on, he claimed it was his too. But then he sang the whole song, so I guess his story checked out. After a while, he stood up and slowly reached for my hand. Of course, I hesitated at first, but there was something about tonight. Something about him that felt intoxicatingly alluring. And so I made my second mistake for the night and took his hand. We hit the dance floor, and that was when everything went downhill. 

Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe I’d just let myself become too square these past few years, but when Dame wrapped his arms behind me on that dance floor, it felt like my whole body melted into his. I could feel his toned abs through his linen shirt, his strong, muscular arms wrapped around me. He smelled of Dior Savage, smooth, crisp, and dreamy, and in that moment, the only thing I could think of was wrapping myself around his body as he pinned me to the bed. 

I’d blame it on the alcohol if I could, or maybe it was the fact that I was tired of being controlled by my mother and just wanted to cut loose, but one thing was clear: I wanted him. 

However, just then, the speakers ceased, and my wild thoughts went with the music. The DJ apologized and tried to keep it contained, but I was already done with the night. Lucky save, I guess.

“I should be going.” I managed to say, even though I was still slightly tipsy.

“Already?” Dame slurred. 

“Well, if you’re leaving, then I am too. You’re all the fun there is in this party anywhere.” Dame said and, without waiting for my response, brushed past me. He called his driver and asked to give me a lift. It didn’t seem like so much trouble, and was less stressful, so I accepted. If tonight was the only night I got to experience this side of Dame Casian, then I would try to spare him some doubt. 

The car ride was quiet, too quiet for anyone not to notice. Dame and I sat in the back seat, but this time it wasn’t like in the bar. There was a wall between us, but the tension felt strong and yearning. Like a beckoning pull.

When we passed his apartment, he was burning up and so I told his driver to drop him off first. As we arrived at his apartment, we both got out and helped him up to the front entrance. However, as soon as we walked into the house, Dame staggered and began to fall. I tried to grab him, but he pulled me along with him. My body landed slightly on his, and immediately I started to pull away, but his arm grabbed my waist and he pulled me back.

“No, don’t leave. Stay.” He said softly and ran his fingers slowly along my back.

My eyes slowly widened, and in that moment, everything in me screamed that I should pull away. I should stop this, but my body wanted something else. His eyes pulled me in deeper, the more I fought, and before I realized what was going on, his lips pressed hard against mine, and his fingers dug under my shirt, caressing my back softly. I could feel his hot bulge against me, but this time, I couldn’t resist. I sat on his chest and took my shirt off. One thing led to another, and I made the third biggest mistake of the night. Sleeping with Dame Casian.