Chapter 3

Adele's POV 

What in the world was he trying to do? The idiot almost swept me off my feet with his charm. Truth be told, he's handsome and super hot but that doesn't mean I want to have anything to do with him. 

When he moved closer to me and whispered to my ear, his sweet smell filled my nostrils and his alluring breath fanned my ear. I wanted to push him away but I couldn't. I could only help myself by taking steps back. 

I'm not going back to that house! No, not me. 

While I was alone in the room, engrossed in thought of what happened hours ago, I heard the sound of the doorbell. 

I stood and walked over to the door and I saw a man and a woman standing side by side. 

"Hi, how can I help you please?" I asked. 

"We came to inform you that we are moving over here tomorrow, so please evacuate today," the man said and I found what he said to be really absurd. 

"You must be mistaken, perhaps, you mistook this house for another house," I said. 

"We didn't, you were probably not informed" the man looked at the woman beside him and the woman stretched the document in her hand to me. 

I hesitated before finally receiving it, reading it, I found out that it was actually a purchase receipt of this very house. 

This can't be happening, dad can't sell this house without my consent. 

I turned away from them without saying a word and went to pick up my phone, I was fuming seriously in anger at the thought that my dad may have sold the house. 

I placed a call to my dad quickly and he answered almost immediately, before he could say any word to the phone, I shouted," did you sell the house,dad?" 

"Adele, I thought you would agree easily to staying here, I never knew you would object, I'm sorry for selling the house without letting you know," he said and I hung the call up. I was so heartbroken and dissapointed at him. Why in the world will he sell the house? I didn't even know whether to cry. I sat slowly and sadly to the chair. I have no where to go, the new owners of the house are coming tomorrow, I need to leave today. 

I buried my face in my palm, confused on what to do when my phone chirped briefly. I picked it up and seeing that the sender was my father, I opened the message and it reads," I've sent your brother to come and pick you up, please corporate with him, dear. It will be fun living here, trust me. Remember that I have never dissapointed you." 

What brother? Huxley? Huxley is coming here? Damn it! 

I guess I have no choice but to eventually go to live with them. I'm still a student and dependent on my father. Even the car I'm using, he was the one who bought it for me.  

I can't afford to rent an apartment and live independently when I don't even have a job. I hate the fact that I'm going to live with Huxley. I think I know what to do, I'll simply warn him sternly to stay away from me and avoid me by every means. 

I went inside and began to pack my luggage. Everything was already set at the living room before I heard the sound of the doorbell. 

That should be Huxley, I took a deep breath before walking over to the door, I opened the door and indeed, it was him. 

This time, he was wearing a white shirt that hugged his body perfectly and a blue jean trouser. My eyes were fixed on his broad chest for two seconds but I quickly took it away. Why was I staring at his broad chest? Maybe because I have always wish to date a man with a broad chest. I just loved it. 

"You are welcome," I said and turned away from him to where my luggage was. 

My luggage were two boxes, I tried to hold the handle of the two at the same time so I can drag them outside but he strode towards me and offered, "let me help with the second box." 

I glanced at him and said," sure!" 

We both carried the luggage outside and as soon as we sat inside the car, I mumbled audible enough for him to ear," thanks." 

He started the ignition of the car before answering," there are better ways to thank me," he said this with a smirk. 

"Better ways like?" I asked as the car began to move. 

He hummed and answered," we both know." 

"I don't know," I said, what could he be talking about? What can a bad boy be talking about? He must be insinuating about sex, right? But that will be absurd, I'm now his stepsister. 

He glanced at me and said," my stepsister may be a nerd but she think wierd sometimes too," he added after giggling briefly," infact, I found out that most nerd have more weird fantasies." 

"What better way did you want me to thank you?" I asked curiously. 

He bite his lower lips and said," we'll talk about it when we get home." 

A few seconds later, I found myself staring at his side profile, he wasn't looking at me at all as if he wasn't aware that I was glacing at him. 

Infact, I began to stare at him at some point, my face darted from the side of his face to his neck and down to his trouser, that part that covered his manhood. I sighed and when I was about taking my face away from him, he glanced to me and said," seems my stepsister doesn't just find my mum adorable, she might find me adorable too." He smiled broadly after saying this then increased the speed of the car.