บททั้งหมดของ Obsessed With My Step Brothers : บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

I had barely finished the last bite of my breakfast when Sean closed the laptop in front of him and pushed his chair away from the table."Come on, Rebel. We need to leave."I looked at him over my glass of juice, "That is an interesting way to ruin what was becoming a very peaceful morning."He stood and adjusted the sleeves of his shirt before looking at his watch."You have had enough peace for one morning. Get up because we are leaving."I leaned back in my chair, "You still haven't told me what my salary is."He paused and looked at me with an expression that immediately made me suspicious, "You are still thinking about that?""Of course I am thinking about it. I spent an entire day working for you yesterday, and you have not mentioned a single number."He smiled, "We will discuss your salary this evening."I pushed my chair back, "That is exactly what someone who does not want to pay me would say."He laughed as he walked toward the entrance, "Just get up, Rebel."I grabbed my p

I realized then that I was enjoying myself. Thank God I was suspended. A few weeks ago, I had barely known anyone in Maryville.Now I had Ivy, who had somehow become my best friend in what felt like the blink of an eye.And now I was standing in a private gym talking to a famous model like we had known each other longer than ten minutes.I looked at Julian more carefully. I had seen him somewhere, "What kind of gigs do you mostly do?""Advertisements, magazines, billboards, social media, you might have seen our posters on someone's bedroom wall."Adrian called Julian from across the room to join him. Julian turned toward him before looking back at me, "Time to get intense. It was nice meeting you.""You too.""I hope we run into each other again."I smiled, "I think we will."He nodded before walking toward his brother.I watched them for a second before remembering something important. I suddenly remembered Ivy. She had messaged me earlier during the fashion show.I grabbed my bag

I stared at Marcus's message until the words began to blur.Marcus:I hope you're doing okay. Someone called me earlier asking about you, and I do not know why, but hearing your name from someone else made me think about you all over again. I have been trying to get you out of my head ever since.My heart thudded painfully against my ribs.I read it over and over again until I knew every word. I should have replied. I should have asked him about who was asking about me from him?. I should have said something. I should have said HI or thanked him for the message. Instead, I locked my phone and dropped it on the bed. I could not do it. Not after everything I had spent so long trying to bury.I fell backward onto my bed and pulled my phone against my chest, squeezing it tightly as though I could somehow hold the memories inside it and keep them from escaping.Marcus. Just seeing his name had been enough.Suddenly, I could remember his voice and his laugh.The way he used to stand betwe

By the time we reached the mansion, I had managed to get my breathing under control.At least, I told myself I had.The tears had dried, although my eyes still felt hot and swollen, and I had spent the entire drive staring out of the window and forcing myself to think about anything except the warehouse.I was not going to fall apart in front of Chris. I had already done enough of that. The car rolled into the driveway and stopped.Neither of us moved. For several seconds, the only sound inside the car was the quiet ticking of the engine.Chris kept both hands resting on the steering wheel, staring straight ahead while I stared at my lap.Eventually, he spoke, "Are you okay?"I swallowed, "Yes."He glanced at me briefly before looking forward again, "You do not have to lie.""I am not lying.""You had a panic attack."I said nothing."Why?"I looked toward the window, "I don’t know.""That’s not true."I turned toward him, "Why do you care?"He didn't answer immediately. Instead, he k

Monday morning arrived quickly.I stood in front of my mirror, adjusting the collar of my blouse for what felt like the fifth time, even though there was nothing wrong with it.Dad said we were going to sign me up for therapy today.I wasn't sure how I felt about it.Part of me wanted to believe that talking to someone would help, while another part of me wanted to keep everything locked away where nobody could reach it.I picked up my little purse and checked my reflection one last time. My scars were properly covered.I didn't want questions. I didn't want sympathetic looks.And I definitely didn't want the therapist asking me what happened. I wasn't ready to talk about it yet. As I reached for the door, my phone buzzed.I glanced at the screen and my stomach immediately tightened. It was Marcus.I had not replied to his messages, but his last one had been sitting in my mind since yesterday.Someone was asking about me..Then there was the other thing. The message I still couldn't c