Todos os capítulos de OOPS! I SENT IT TO MY BAD BOY STEPBROTHER !: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

DAMIEN’S POINT OF VIEW. I stood there for a moment, my heart thrumming wildly beneath my ribs. I felt mesmerized. She was utterly….beautiful when she came. Her eyes would grow as wide as saucers, and she’d become uncontrollable. I’d gone for script again and fucked her twice. Shit. The bare skin; the lack of barrier between us….another lapse. I never fucked a woman without a condom. It was too risky, too uncontrollable….I hated being in a situation I could not influence. I pulled my cock out of her heat, hissing under my breath at the loss of contact while she whimpered. I watched her while fixing myself. “Cover up,” I commanded, my voice flat as I watched her. My heart still beat wildly….what the hell is wrong with me? Her legs still trembled, so I held onto her….another thing I never did. I did not believe in giving a woman aftercare. We’d fucked, why do I have to stay after the deed is done? Were we going to talk about how the skies are blue? However, I could not leave her.

NORA’S POINT OF VIEW. The Porsche roared to life, splashing muddy water over my shins as it moved away towards the city lights. Asher didn’t look back. Not once. I stood paralyzed under the porch light, the material of Damien’s hoodie clinging like a second skin, underneath my layer of shame. “Miss Nora.” Old man Hugh called, his voice fragile even as he trembled. He stepped closer, holding the umbrella over my head. But the damage was already done. I was soaked in rain, in shame….in pain. “You should head to your room. You’ll catch a cold and something worse if you stay out here.” I didn’t answer. I just walked, allowing him to lead me in. My legs felt heavy, each step a reminder of the heat and friction Damien wrung; a heat that was quickly replaced by the icy, heavy realization that Asher had called me a whore. Again. I made it into the small foyer of my room, grateful my mother was not in yet. I couldn't face her like this or answer her questions. Peeling off the black hoodie,

NORA'S POINT OF VIEWAll of a sudden, the door was kicked open. Well, it didn’t just open; it was thrown off its hinges. I winced at the loud rattling sound of it slamming against the wall to reveal who was behind it.Asher barged into the room, dressed in a crisp white linen shirt and tailored slacks. He glanced at me once, icy blue eyes running over my body. He smelled of the same expensive cologne, an air of arrogance about him.He didn’t ask if he could sit. He plopped onto the mattress, the weight of him pulling my light, feverish body to him.“Still in bed, spider-monkey?” his tone was light, playful, and charismatic, as if he hadn't insulted and belittled me the night before. “We talked about this, Nora. Being difficult is not a good look on you.”“Asher.” I rasped, my throat hurting just as I swallowed the pills with the water. “I’m sick. I have a fever.”He reached out, the back of his palm pressed to my forehead for half a second. “You’re a little warm. It’s probably just th

NORA’S POINT OF VIEW.“What?! No! I’m not a shoplifter…I didn’t steal anything.” I yelled, my throat hurting with each word, but I did not care. My head hurt even more, the feel of a bang going off multiple times inside, but I knew I could not pause. Just then, three security guards rushed forward, along with multiple staff.“We heard someone yell Shoplifter, and the alarms went off. What is going on?” one of the guards asked, his broad, hefty shoulders terrifying. He glared between Claire and me, who still latched onto me as if I were a flight risk.“This girl is a thief. She stole two limited edition earrings from my desk….the very ones our lifetime buyer bought!” she said, her lies rolling off her tongue.“You’re lying! I swear, I didn't steal anything.” I turned to the guard. For a second, the hard look in his eyes wavered. He stared at me with a soft, fatherly gaze, as if he believed me or wanted to believe me. My heart lurched to my throat, beating a mile a minute as I stared at

NORA’S POINT OF VIEW.“Your penthouse?’ I gasped, pushing my body as I tried to sit up. However, the moment I did, the throbbing from earlier returned. I clutched my head with a pained grunt immediately, shutting my eyes tight as if it would keep the pain contained. Damien’s hand was on my shoulder instantly, gently guiding me back in bed so I could lean against the pillows.“No….I need to get back.” I gasped, my vision spotting both red and white. “Asher told me to…”“Seriously?” He scoffed, his tone tight. “You’re still thinking of him?” My eyes sprang open. He stared at me as if he wanted to choke me, and keep me chained at the same time; those dark eyes held something….dangerous lurking beneath.“I…..you don’t understand.” I gasped, the words barely leaving my lips as he leaned close until the bridge of our noses connected. His eyes were closed, his chest rising up and down rapidly as he took huge puffs of air like a beast restrained.The air between us thickened, and my heart alm