Lahat ng Kabanata ng We shouldn’t be doing this, Step-brother: Kabanata 161 - Kabanata 170

SiennaKendra stood frozen with the phone pressed to her ear, eyes locked on mine, her face pale.Then she swallowed and forced her voice steady.“Hello…?”Another pause.“Yes, Mr. Blake. She’s here.”My stomach dropped.Kendra covered the receiver with her palm and hissed at me,“He wants to talk to you. Now.”My pulse spiked so hard it hurt.I took the phone, fingers shaking.“Hello?” I whispered.My dad’s voice came through low, rough, too controlled.“Sienna. Just checking in to know whether you got to Kendras safe”“Alright sir.” I responded.Silence.Then—“And you’re at Kendra’s.”“Yes.”Another long pause.I could hear him thinking.I could feel him measuring every breath I took.“What assignment are you doing?” he asked.My throat tightened.“English. Group project. We have to finish it tonight.”Still silent.Still weighing me.Then—“What time should I pick you up tomorrow?”My heart stuttered.Kendra mouthed, Say morning. Say early. Faster escape window.“Uh… early,” I sai

SiennaMy legs were still shaky when he carried me upstairs.Not rushed.Not hungry.Just… holding me like he finally had the one thing he’d been starving for.Before we headed upstairs, we had dinner.Dinner was already waiting on the kitchen counter—takeout he’d ordered hours before I even got there. I didn’t have the strength to pretend I could sit properly, so we ate half-lying on the couch, my head on his chest, still wearing nothing but his sweatshirt because mine was somewhere on the floor.We talked about nothing and everything—his training, school nonsense, how much he missed me, how scared he’d been these past days. Every time he said scared, he kissed my forehead like the apology was stuck in his mouth.After eating, he took my hand and guided me upstairs.We collapsed on the bed, limbs tangled, the sheets cool against our bare skin.For the first time in days, my body felt calm.Safe.Home.Jaxon lay behind me, arm locked around my waist, his face buried in my neck.He kep

Sienna Jaxon locked the front door behind us, breathing hard, like he was trying to pull himself together for both of us. The cold morning air hit my still-warm skin, making everything feel too real, too fast.My heart thumped violently.From fear… and from the fact that if he touched me again, even by mistake, we’d never leave.He opened the car door for me. His jaw was tight. His hair still damp. His shirt slightly wrinkled from how fast he’d thrown it on.“Buckle up,” he muttered, voice low and clipped. “We’re cutting this too fucking close.”I slid in, fingers trembling, thighs still buzzing from everything we’d done — from everything we shouldn’t have done.He started the engine.The lake house faded behind us as we sped out of the driveway.“Jaxon,” I whispered. “What if he’s already calling? Or he’s on the way? What if—”He reached over and grabbed my hand — just once, firm, grounding.“He won’t suspect anything,” he said tightly. “You’re going back to Kendra’s. You’ll be in h

SiennaI couldn’t sleep.I lay there on my bed, my phones beside me like two small, dangerous secrets. My room was dark, too quiet, and the silence made everything feel heavier. I kept staring at the screens, like they were waiting for me to break the deal.To text him.To call him.To do something reckless.Jaxon’s name sat in my head like a heartbeat I couldn’t silence.But every time my hand moved toward the phone, I froze. My dad’s face would rush back into my mind—his voice, the disappointment, the warning underneath his tone.Cut him off, Sienna. Completely. No calls. No messages. Nothing.I rolled to my side, hugging my pillow like it could anchor me. My chest felt tight, like I’d swallowed something too large and it refused to go down. My mind kept replaying every moment with Jaxon—our last conversation, the look in his eyes, the way his voice sounded when he said my name.And now?Now I was supposed to pretend he didn’t exist.I blinked up at the ceiling, my eyes burning. “Ho

Sienna I woke up Friday feeling like my heart was trying to punch out of my chest.Kendra called me before I even brushed my hair.“Happy Big Day,” she said. “Are you breathing or are you pretending?”“I’m breathing,” I muttered.“Barely,” she said. “Stop shaking.”“I’m not shaking.”“You’re literally rattling.”I groaned into my pillow.Today was Jaxon’s birthday.And because I wanted the surprise to hit harder, I told myself I wouldn’t text him.At all.Just for today.It sounded cute in my head.In real life?It felt like torture.School – MorningKendra linked her arm through mine as we walked inside.“No texting him,” she reminded me.“I know.”“No calling.”“I KNOW.”“Good. Keep the suspense.”I tried.Really tried.Then halfway through first period, my phone started vibrating.A lot.Like someone set it on fire.Kendra glanced at her phone. Her face dropped instantly.“What?” I whispered. “What happened?”She didn’t answer.She just shoved her phone toward me.My stomach flipp