Lahat ng Kabanata ng Triplet Temptation: My stepbrothers are triplets : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

~ELENA~“We dare you to kiss him.”That was how the night started uphill or downhill depending on how you look at it.*** I twirl and twist my hips dancing to the loud beat thumping through the club, completely lost in the music.Valentina and Gianna, my best friends, and partners-in-chaos, are giggling loudly beside me, and dancing to the music like no one is watching.It's our first proper girls night out in years, as we haven't seen each other for a while now.I just returned back to the country, Italy, because mom finally decided to move in with her new husband, and I decided to hang out with my girls at the club because I couldn't think of a better way to catch up with them.Besides, I also want to forget about Alessandro, my ex boyfriend who I caught cheating on me. He broke up with me after I caught him cheating and blamed me for finding out.Pathetic, right??And now, I just want to have all the fun I can to forget about him.“Oh my!!” Valentina suddenl

~ELENA~I sit up slowly, my legs still trembling, my breath shallow, and my body a hazy mess of tingling sensation and exhaustion.What just happened??My skin is still flushed, and my cheeks are burning–not from shame, but from the memory of how that stranger thoroughly wrecked me.I glance around the room, half expecting him to walk back in and say something…anything. But he doesn't. He's really gone.He didn't ask for my name or digits before leaving.I don't even know his name too.I exhale deeply and finally peel myself off the bed, walking…no, wobbling…towards my dress on the floor.My red panties are still around my knees. I pull them up first and wince as the fabric brushes my over sensitive skin. Then I slip into the red dress and smooth it down, adjusting it over my curves.My hair is a mess and my lipstick is all but gone, and my lips are a little swollen. I look like I have just been ravished.Because I have!I stand in front of the mirror for a se

~ELENA~ Nico stretches out on my reading nook like he owns it. One leg propped up, his shirt still half unbuttoned, and that smug devastating grin playing on his lips.I lean against the doorframe, arms crossed.“You always make yourself this comfortable in a girl's room?” I ask.He shrugs, unbothered. “Only when the girl looks like she's dying to ask me to stay.”I scoff.“In your dreams.”“Oh sweetheart…” he glances at me through those thick lashes. “You've already been in my dreams.”My cheeks burn. This man is impossible.I walk past him, pretending not to care and sit at the edge of the bed.“You're always this flirty with your stepsisters??” I ask.“That's when she's beautiful and sexy as hell” he murmurs.He clicks his tongue.“You're not really my sister. Not by blood. Not by bond. And definitely not by heart.”He leans forward. “So I don't see you as my stepsister.”He stands, then begins prowling around the room like he's been here before.He taps t

~ELENA~“You like what you see?” Nico whispers in my ears.I step back immediately.“I wasn't…”“You were,” he tosses me a water bottle. “It's okay. I'd stare at me too.”I catch it with a glare, but my heart is racing.Working out beside them is a form of psychological torture.I walk to the treadmill and try to focus on the treadmill, but Nico decides to get on the one next to mine, walking in sync beside me, shirt still nowhere in sight.He leans over, whispering, “I could train you personally, you know. One-on-one sessions. Very hands-on.”“You're distracting,” I mumble.He chuckles. “That's kind of the point.”I steal a glance at Vincenzo again. Still ignoring me. He hasn't given me attention since yesterday I got here and I hate it. I love attention.He is still pounding that bag like it owes him something. And Riccardo is on the bench press now, his muscles rippling as he exhales with each lift.God, how are they all this attractive??And why did I agree

~ELENA~“Are you just going to stand there and stare at me with that cold look on your face, or will you tell me why you're here?” I ask, finally tired of the staring competition.His eyes darkened. He's wearing a white shirt and black trousers.“You're coming with me” he finally says.I blink.“Excuse me??”“Dad wants us to drop off some papers downtown. Nico is sleeping. Riccardo is out” he pauses, eyes flicking over me. “You're the only one left.”This explains why he's here.I am right after all.He doesn't want to be here.He's forced by his dad.This explains the expressions on his face.“Right, of course,” I mutter. “Because I'm just…convenient.”He doesn't answer. Just turns on his heels and walks down the hall like I'll follow. And annoyingly, I do.***The car ride is quiet. Tense. Charged.He doesn't play music.He doesn't look at me.He drives like everything is under his control. Including me.“Do you ever relax?” I ask finally.His jaw tenses. “Why