All Chapters of My Stepbrother's Secret Obsession : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Before Miguel's fingers could touch her face, Inés ducked away. She made it look like part of the dance, moving with the music. Her heart was racing but she kept her body loose and smooth. Professional. That's what she had to be right now.Miguel stood there with that annoying grin on his face. The same one he wore at home when he got his way. The same one that made her want to slap him.Does he know it's me?She couldn't tell. His eyes were dark and hungry, but there was something else there too. Something that made her stomach twist.Before she could think about it more, Uncle Clifford appeared beside Miguel. His six-inch silver heels clicked sharply against the floor. Tonight he wore a blonde wig that swept past his shoulders, his nails were long and painted hot pink, and his dress was tighter than anything Inés had on."Ah-ah-ah, honey." Uncle Clifford wagged one of those pink nails in Miguel's face. His voice was high and dramatic, carrying over the music. "No touching the mercha

The dining room smelled like coffee and expensive toast. The kind that probably cost more than Inés made in a whole night at the club.Carmen's voice filled the space like always. Loud. Fake cheerful. Talking about nothing important."And then I told the gardener that the roses simply must be pink, not red. Red is so last season, don't you think, Santiago?"Miguel sat across from his father, staring at a business magazine like it was the most interesting thing in the world. He wasn't reading it. Inés could tell. He was just using it to ignore her mother, Carmen.Santiago sat at the head of the table looking tired and old. His skin was gray. His hands shook slightly as he lifted his coffee cup. He'd been sick for months now. Some heart condition that the doctors said was serious.Carmen kept talking.Inés stood in the doorway, her heart pounding.She'd barely slept. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Miguel's face. Felt his hands on her waist. Heard his voice saying "You remind me

Her breath caught, and her body froze from effect of having him that close His eyes searched hers. Looking for something. A crack in her armor.She couldn't move. Couldn't breathe. Couldn't think.Then he stepped back and laughed. That same mocking laugh from breakfast."That's what I thought." He walked back to his desk like nothing happened. "You don't know anything."Inés's legs felt weak. Her face was burning.What just happened?Miguel sat back down and opened his laptop. "The real reason I called you here is simple. My father wants me to take you to the company tomorrow. Show you around. Introduce you to the staff."Wait. What?"Why?" she managed to ask."Because he wants you to feel like part of the family." Miguel's voice was flat. Bored. "He thinks it will help you... adjust. So tomorrow morning, 9 AM. Wear something appropriate. Not those ugly hoodies you always hide in.""I have plans tomorrow...""Cancel them." He didn't look up. "This isn't optional."Inés wanted to scr

"You kept me waiting." Miguel's voice was cold and dangerously quiet. "Over an hour, Red. Should I expect Uncle Clifford to refund my wasted time?"He sat on the black leather couch, legs spread, one arm draped along the back. And his dark and hungry eyes tracked Red's every movement as she entered the room.Red closed the door behind her and locked it with a soft click. She turned to face him, her hips swaying as she moved into the center of the room. The red wig ran down her back. Her mask glittered under the lights. Her black bra and tiny G-string left almost nothing to the imagination."No refunds, sir." She ran her hands slowly down her sides, following the curves of her body. "But I promise to make your wait worthwhile.”She began to move. Slow. Deliberate. Her hips rolled with the music. Her hands traced patterns on her skin, up her ribs, across her breasts. She didn't look at him directly. Not yet. She wanted him to watch. To hunger. To break first. Making him wonder if she'd

♡♡♡"Red?"Miguel's voice snapped her back to the present.She was breathing hard. Her hands were clenched into fists. And she was suddenly, violently angry."I'm not for sale," she bit out.Miguel blinked. "What?""You don't get to decide where I dance or who looks at me." She stood up quickly, her body vibrating with anger. "You think because you throw money around, you can just... what? Own me? Control me? Decide what I do with my body?""I didn't say...""It's typical man behavior!" Her voice was rising now, all the professionalism stripped away. "Every single man I've ever met treats women like objects. Like things they can buy and negotiate for. And I will not fucking have it. Not from you. Not from anyone."Miguel stood too, his face darkening. "You're overreacting!""Am I?" She laughed bitterly. "You just told me you want to restrict me from the main stage. That's not overreacting. That's you treating me like I'm something you own.""Maybe if you didn't parade yourself around