REVENGE KISS: FALLING FOR MY BAD BOY STEP BROTHER

~SAFFRON~“Oh my God!” I gasp, my eyes widening as my boyfriend devours a blonde chick's mouth.It looks like a hot scene from a young adult movie. I stumble back in shock, my heart beating like a war drum. It's my nineteenth birthday. He'd promised he would come to my party, but hours ago, when I called to ask where he was, he texted that he's being held up by his coach. What are the chances that the Scarlett Johansson look-alike in his lap is his coach?I'm still in shock, transfixed by the heartbreaking sight, and that's when Maxwell opens his eyes to see me. He immediately pushes the blondie off him and springs to his feet. I want to run, spare myself whatever explanation he's cooking up, but I can't. In fact, I move—toward him, my legs shaking like a leaf in the wind.“Saffron. What are you doing here?” he asks breathlessly, turning around like he's hoping to catch the bastard who brought me here. To a random party.“Tate said you were here…” I mutter, eyes fluttering. He looks

~SAFFRON~The food in my stomach churns as Jason's intense blue eyes stare at me. I see him more clearly now, and good lord, he's a very beautiful boy. It has only been a few weeks, but he somehow looks more good looking than I remember him to be. I notice now that he has a sexy little cleft in his chin. His dark hair looks fuller now, his defined square jawline sharper with light stubble. Heat floods my face from merely looking at him. From his expression, he recognizes me, and maybe even more surprised than I am.I force myself to look away from him, hating how seeing him again makes me feel. It's like seeing a crush.This is so awkward.I squeeze my temples and lower my head to my food, finding it hard to accept that we're now step siblings.My mom holds my shoulder, asking, “Are you okay?”“Yes. I'm fine,” I fake a smile and glance at Jason, and that's when he looks away from me.“Hi, Jason… How're you?” My mom asks, smiling so radiantly at him, but he doesn't answer. He just surv

~SAFFRON~I miss my mom. I miss her so very much. It's been only two days since she left with Fred for their honeymoon, but it feels like weeks. I can't even remember the last time we were separated from each other. And now, lying on my bed as I look at a picture of us together—me, her, and my late dad—on my dresser, the frame's edges worn from years of handling, I can't help but wonder how such a lovely, happy family has turned into this wannabe family. Yeah, I'm happy she's found happiness again with Fred. Plus, I love Fred. He seems to be a good husband and a good stepfather. But how I hate his son, Jason. I didn't hate him before. I never even thought I would put him and the word "hate" in the same sentence, especially after finding out he was the hot guy I kissed—that impulsive moment at the party. You see, this is why you don't fall for looks. Some insanely attractive people open their mouths, and they go from a ten to a quick zero. Jason takes that lead. Still, I couldn't help