Lahat ng Kabanata ng Ruin me, Stepbrother: Kabanata 111 - Kabanata 120

I walked downstairs and I heard the sounds of fridge opening from the kitchen.Someone was down there.My heart rate picked up immediately.I entered the kitchen and there he was.Jax.He was making a sandwich. Bread, deli meat, cheese, all spread out on the counter.His eyes lit up when I came in.“Hey.”“Hey. Making lunch?”“Yeah. Want one?”“I can make my own.”“I know. I’m asking if you want me to make you one.”I nodded. “Okay. Yeah.”There was a quick small smile from his face.He made mine first.Asked what I wanted on it. Turkey, swiss, lettuce, mayo.He made it carefully. Not in the sloppy kind that I don’t like. And he cut it diagonally.The way I like it.I was leaning against the counter watching the way his hands work.“You didn’t have to cut it,” I said.“You always cut yours diagonally.”He noticed. Of course he noticed.He handed the plate over. “Okay. Here.”“Thanks.”Our fingers brushed as I tried to collect it before he dropped it. And there was this eye contact tha

We broke apart breathing very hard.His hands were still on my face, and mine was gripping his shoulders. The anger hasn’t gone anywhere, just transformed into something else.Something hotter.“You can’t have it both ways,” I said, with my whole body shaking. “You can’t spend all day acting like we’re together and then tell me to go out with him.”His hands dropped from my face. Then he stepped back and ran his hands through his hair.“I know.”Just that.The frustration was burning very hot in my chest. “Then what are we doing?”“I don’t know.”“That’s not good enough anymore.”“It has to be. Because I don’t have a better answer.”I pushed harder, because I had to.“Tomorrow I’m going to sit across from Miles.”“I know.”“He’s going to hold my hand. Kiss me a whole lot of times, and probably kiss me goodnight.”His jaw clenched so hard I could see the muscle jump. “I know.”“And you want that? You want me to do that?”There was long, heavy and crushing silence.“Jax. Answer me.”“No

I woke up first.My eyes opened slightly and I woke up to the morning light was filtering through his curtains. I was still laid in his bed. His arm was heavy around my waist and his whole body covered mind and I was spooned against him.The whole of last night started coming back slowly. I slept here all night. In his room. In his bed.It’s Saturday. The date is today.My eyes opened very wide.My body was still sore everywhere. I could feel it literally everywhere, between my legs, my thighs aching. My neck is so fucking sensitive, probably covered in marks.Three orgasms. Three orgasms left their mark on every inch of me.I wanted to move. I wanted to get out of this place, get an end to this moment, and get something doing.But once we get up, the day starts. And the day ends with Miles.It was the exact moment I wanted to move that I felt him stir behind me. His arms was tightening and pulling me closer, and his whole face was buried in my hair.“Uhnnn... Morning,” he mumbled aga

The time was crawling, literally.It’s 9 AM. I still have about ten hours until Miles picks me up.I was sitting on my bed surrounded by dress options. I've chosen on, but I'm still yet to decide the exact one I'm taking, even though the blue see favourite at the moment.I tried to distract myself. I switched on my laptop, checked through multiple emails, scrolled through Instagram without seeing anything. I looked at the brand account. Engagement is up. Pre-orders climbing. And I can say that I felt absolutely nothing.I closed the laptop.The restlessness was insane. I can't sit still. I stood up from the bed, and looked out the window. Back to bed, and repeat.Every time I moved, I felt it. The still sore between my legs that's as a result of his fingers, his mouth, three orgasms. The evidence was just there, and won’t fade.My pussy clenched as it all went through my mind and I decided that I had to stop walking.I tried to work. Opened my brand files and checked everything that n

The time was 7:00PM.I was standing at the window. The clock on the wall ticking started to tick after it moved past seven.There was still no car. And the street was empty.Maybe he's just running late.Mom looked at my side from the couch. "He's not here yet?""Traffic maybe," I said."I'm sure he'll be here any minute, honey."I nodded, as I kept watching. I didn't even look at her side.The time moved past 7. 7:02PM. There was still no sign of him.I held my phone tight in my hand, and just kept cjecking it obsessively.No text. No call. Nothing from him that's about why he's late.Dad chuckled from his chair. "Kids these days, always running late."“Honesly. It's Gen-z thing. A few minutes, he'll probably be here." I heard Mom say.My stomach started twisting."Oh!" Mom stood up suddenly. "We need to head out."I turned from the window. "What?""I told you about my evening, remember?" She said while grabbing her purse.Dad checked his watch. "We're actually running late ourselves