All Chapters of OOPS! I SENT IT TO MY BAD BOY STEPBROTHER !: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

NORA'S POINT OF VIEW.I pushed back the tears, my hands trembling as I washed up, and raced out of there after making sure I looked presentable again. A part of me knew if I stayed there a second longer, I would stick my hand into my throat again to be sure every part of the food I’d eaten was gone. ‘What would Damien think if he saw me like this? Or does he know this is who I really am?’ He would never love me. He likes to say I’m perfect for him, but that’s far from the truth…..I was a mess; a fucking mess. By the time found him again, he was placing the dishes in their rack.“Hey, you…what are you doing?” I called, my voice extra chirpy as I walked to him. “Can I touch you?” I asked, my soul, itching for any connection after what I did. He turns to me then, eyes full of surprise, and questions, but he nods nonetheless.Damien didn’t like it when people touched him, especially without his permission. However, he spreads his arms wide, letting me settle between them, my arms around

NORA’S POINT OF VIEW.I stood there, arms wrapped around my midsection as I watched Blair wrap her arms tightly around Damien. Her eyes were focused on mine, and although her facial expression was still so innocent, I swear I could see something vindictive in her eyes. “Alright then,” Damien says with a laid-back chuckle, pulling away from her to wrap his arm around my waist again. This time around, I don’t return the gesture. My arms are around my body, acting as a shield against the aching cold in my heart. “Now that the misunderstanding is out of the way, Auntie Sara, you and Blair may go ahead now. I am a happily taken man by my girlfriend.” He smiles at me, a feat I cannot bring myself to return, even if it's fake. \Blair turns to me fully now, a wide smile on her lips like she’s seeing her bestie after a long time. “Ah, that’s true….I want to say I didn’t see you, but you’re hard to miss.” She snickers, her tone light and soft. Clapping Damien on the shoulder, she adds, “Damie

NORA’S POINT OF VIEW.His caressing of my arms pauses momentarily as soon as my question drops, and he appears… confused. “Close?” He asks, pulling away from me to walk over to the television. Following behind him, I plant myself on the couch, pulling at the sleeves of his shirt, “I wouldn’t say we’re close….she and I are more like family friends. We sort of had no choice but to see each other every time. Her father and mine are business partners, and her mother was friends with mine before…” he trails off, the space heavy between us. I pressed a palm to his hands, adding the only semblance of comfort I could give. He sighs, releasing a heavy, terse breath. “So yeah….she and I are just…….family friends, as I said earlier.”I licked my dry lips, swallowing, and preparing myself to ask another hard question: “So, nothing’s happened between you two? You haven’t kissed her, or promised her you’d date her….or anything like that?”He chuckled, the sound full of absurdity, as if my question

ASHER’S POINT OF VIEW.The jet felt like it was plummeting, fast approaching the ground beneath us at that revelation. My brows furrowed, both with surprise, confusion, and disbelief. “What… the hell are you on about?” I scoffed with an eye roll. “I’m still not over the fact that you can actually speak, but you expect me to believe Nora, the same Nora we all know, is someone who can make me penniless.”“Asher…listen to your mother,” Dad says, his voice patient while he strokes her hair like she’s some cat. “Stop it, Dad. I know who my mother is, and she’s not some housekeeper now dressed in some suit.” I snapped, dropping the glass of bourbon. At that, both of them pause yet again, sharing a look before turning to me.“I believe this is my fault, Asher.” Helen smiles weirdly. “I did tell your father to keep the truth away from you so we could give you the most normal life possible; a feat that was almost impossible given the circumstances of your birth.Listen….I started working for

NORA’S POINT OF VIEW.I jumped, my heart nearly leaping out of my chest. For some reason, shame coats my cheeks with a blush, making me scramble to get off Damien’s legs. However, his grip on my waist tightens, and he gives me a stern look before pulling his window down, bringing me back in place so I’m firmly on his lap. “Blair, what are you doing here?’The urge to hide my face in his neck gnaws at me, but I stifle it, choosing instead to peek at her from underneath my lashes. She smiles, an innocent look, nothing like the hateful glare she stared me down with earlier. and with a coy look, her voice comes out unusually breathy, and innocent, like she’s talking to her boyfriend, and not a friend.“Do you think your grandmother would host such an event, or any event, without inviting me?” She flips her hair to the side with a soft chuckle. “You know she loves, and always thinks we’re together….What are you still doing in here?”“Kissing my girlfriend, what else does it look like?” Dam