All Chapters of Sinfully Yours' Step-Brother of Mine: Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

Cellie's POVRrrring. Rrrring.I let out a lethargic groan, my head pounding furiously as I rolled over on a bed softer, larger and more comfortable than I remembered mine to be.Rrrring. Rrrring.That incessant ringing of a cell phone nearby was practically blasting my ears to bits. I felt around for my phone, wanting to answer it, but my hand came to rest on a hard, naked chest. I froze, my thoughts and heartbeat coming to a standstill, only to start again even more ferociously as my head swam with memories from last night while I tried to place why I was in bed with someone else, a man from the look of things.I splayed my fingers and coasted down the chest. Too smooth and broad to be Kevin, my on again, off again boyfriend I usually hooked up with when I needed my fix.RRRRING. RRINGGG. RRR—The annoying ringing was cut short by a pissed off voice demanding in a heavy accent, "What is it?"My eyes flew open, my heart stilling at the deep, husky voice that was unfamiliar until yest

Cellie’s povAs soon as I opened the door to the guest bathroom to relieve myself of all the orange juice and red wine that had come back with a vengeance, I promptly regretted it and wanted to turn back around and find a different bathroom with the help of the cute server from earlier.But shutting the door and running away would as well announce my defeat because right there, washing the blood of his hand was none other than Demetrio DeLeon.Dark grey eyes flicked over to me in annoyance as I braved the daunting task of stepping into the bathroom and shutting the door behind me, practiCellie shutting myself in with a literal wild animal.He let out an irritated grunt deep in his throat and said nothing else, going back to washing his hand. He had taken off his rings and wristwatch and had rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, exposing taut, bulging muscle rippling under golden tan skin.I hated how attraction for him burned hot and bright and furious in my lower abdomen but I fought t

Cellie's povI woke up with an intense feeling of unease. Like I could tell something unpleasant was going to happen. I couldn't shake it off, it was statiCellie pinned in the bottom of my belly.I got out of bed and began prepping for the day regardless. Writing it off as one of the many tricks my anxiety played on me.I decided to play some music and let the magical voice of Ariana Grande bury the unsettling feeling. I sang my heart out in the shower, I sang my heart out as I dressed.I was so into the music I almost didn't realise someone was banging loudly at my door. I toned down Ariana and cocked my ear.“Cellie, I know you're in there!” My landlord called out from behind the tatty wooden barrier.My anxiety reared its ugly head again. So much for trying to contain it.“Mr Edwards,” I mumbled as I opened the door to his cranky countenance. “To what do I owe this early morning visit?”Mr Edwards humphed in response, nodding towards the man I only just noticed at his side. The man