FOUR- THERE IN HEAVEN

HER POV

"Where are you taking me?" she asked Franz angrily, even though they were on the road and the toon was still on the steering wheel, his jaw was still clenching.

She had been kissed savagely by his stepbrother a while ago. He should have been happy because he finally tasted the sweetness of the lips of his secret crush that he had been waiting for for a long time. But not the pain in his chest and mind knowing that Franz only kissed him to punish him. It would have been better if he had just beaten him.

"To heaven my dearest little vixen," he taunted her.

"For Pete's sake, brother, where are you taking me? Put me down first or I'll report you to daddy!" he threatened.

“Shut up, you brat

girl, for your information, mom and dad had left the country just this afternoon for a three-month vacation in France, they had surrendered you to me, if they can't discipline you I will," he said firmly.

"Why don't you know? Why do you always single me out, you're a liar!" he said hysterically.

"Because you are always out, when did you ever talk to mom and dad? What you want is always followed just like you're losing it now, you'd rather be rude on your birthday than have a debut party!" he accused her, not even looking at her.

"That's not true, I just ...wanted to be happy on my birthday... and for some reason I chose to be with my friends and party like this because... you're gone," he finally managed to voice what he wanted to tell Franz.

"Really and how did I get involved in your stupid alibis, okay, my little brat step-sister?" she suddenly turned her gaze to him with a fierce gaze that seemed to burn her.

She was speechless because she was afraid that their conversation would stray from her true feelings for Franz. She didn't want to admit to him that she remembered what he had told her before that she would be his escort at his debut party. Maybe he was just laughing at her because it seemed like Franz was just joking with her so that she would be quiet from crying because he had scolded her.

Instead of answering Franz, she changed the subject, "When did you come? Do they know dad that you're here in the Philippines, are you staying for good?"

She deliberately changed the subject so that her older brother wouldn't be surprised by her answer. She secretly celebrated when she suddenly turned around and his face lit up as she turned to him.

"Fine, keep it to yourself, anyway I will know it sooner or later," he said, sounding angry.

"Why aren't you answering, brother?" he demanded.

"You haven't answered either," he replied.

"Your impossible... tsk..." he scolded Franz.

He suddenly fell silent when he noticed that Franz's car was taking a different direction. He was suddenly alarmed but deep down, he felt a tickle and pleasure that Franz would be with the one his heart cherished.

"This is not the direction to the house, brother, where are you really taking me? You still haven't changed, you're still secretive," he said in a tone of lost patience.

"And you didn't even change either, you're still naughty and impatient....tsskkk... relax, I'll just take you to heaven," he said arrogantly, accelerating the car even faster.

"Fine, I won't ask anymore questions, but please drive slowly, I don't want to die, brother!" he said nervously because he was really afraid of high speeds.

Suddenly, her older brother braked when he couldn't control his hysteria anymore. He immediately stopped the car on the side of the road and immediately attended to her.

"Are you okay, Fel?" in his worried voice.

She nodded slightly even though beads of sweat were dripping down her forehead and her tears couldn't be held back. To this day, she still has a phobia from the accident that killed her beloved mommy.

"I am sorry I don't know that you are a tachophobia. Please calm down," Franz said as he immediately hugged her and calmed her down.

Franz hugged her affectionately, which she returned. He pressed her aching body even more against his broad chest. She feels great to be in his arms at last. She had dreamed for a long time what it would feel like to be in the arms of a fake older brother. Now, she knew, she felt home with his arms.

"Hush now, little vixen, hold on, it will never happen again, please tell me you are okay now?" she said, pulling herself away from him and staring at him intently in his eyes and slowly wiping the tears from his cheeks with her palm.

"I am good, I am okay brother, thanks!" she smiled at Franz with a mixture of shyness at the closeness of their bodies.

"Good," he said, smoothing the loose strands of hair from his face and then returning the key to the steering wheel to start the car.

He let out a deep breath. He was worried that Franz might have heard the loud pounding of his chest as they approached. He wanted Franz to think that it was just because he was nervous earlier and not because of any strange feelings he had for her.

He adjusted his seat and focused his gaze straight ahead. They were both silent as they continued down the road, not knowing where they were going. He was tired of talking and arguing with Franz because their conversation was going nowhere.

She caught Franz occasionally glancing at her while he was driving but she didn't pay any attention to him. Instead, she just closed her eyes because she probably just wanted to sleep after crying.

Even though she had drunk several bottles of wine before, she couldn't fall asleep right away, but now she seemed to be lulled by the sweet feeling that her lover was right next to her. Even if she was treated like a naughty child who needed to be watched over, it was better than Franz being far away from her.

"Wake up sleeping vixen! We are here," Franz woke her up, who was already outside the passenger seat door where she was sitting.

"Uhmn...uh.," her eyes widened and she immediately blinked, she looked around the front of the car, their location was unfamiliar.

Franz was supporting her down until her spirit finally woke up. She was already wearing Franz's leather jacket so she was no longer aware of the cold.

"Welcome to heaven my little vixen," Franz said to her in a very sweet voice that she glared at with her eyes.

How could this place that her older brother had brought her to be heaven, a small shack at the end of a wide piece of land? This is a miserable place like hell to her. She was assured that what she would experience at the hands of her older brother would be hardship and not heaven.