All Chapters of Her Stepbrother's Obsession: His Kitten: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

~ClaireI fell to the ground, wincing at how badly the spot I'd been punched hurt. "Claire!!"Mom yelled out my name, rushing towards me to check if I was okay. Seriously, Rowan's punches were really deadly. How I didn't faint after taking it was a miracle. "I'm so sorry, Claire. You shouldn't have jumped in,"Rowan spoke and I looked at Mom, expecting her to at least say something in my defense. Reprimand him. But nothing. She didn't say anything. What was I even thinking? Of course she'd stay mute. She wouldn't want to offend her next money making machine just for her daughter who couldn't offer her anything. "It's fine,"I ended up replying timidly. "You just punched your goody two shoes of a stepdaughter, how do you feel?"Jace mocked his dad and I shut my eyes closed, not wanting to see how it'll play out. I was certain someone was going to bleed. "Let's just get out of here,"Mom pulled me up and I follo

~ClaireI grabbed my bag and gave myself a final glance at the mirror. "Okay. Perfect,"I gave myself the usual confidence boost before dashing out the door. "Hey, Ja...."I halted, trying to twist the doorknob to Jace's room. It was locked. Wasn't he back yet? Till now?! I wouldn't deny how worried I was. "Maybe he's downstairs already. Let's just go check,"I mumbled, turning around and walking down the stairs carefully. I was almost at the foot when I heard mum talking. "... yesterday. Is anything the issue? You seemed really mad at the boy.""It's nothing that you're supposed to know, Helen. You're not trying to get me scolded, are you? That boy deserved what he got,"Rowan spoke in a pissed voice. "Of course not, darling. I'm just saying....if he pisses you off as much as I think, then it'd be best if you just ship him off to some other country. Don't you agree?'she spoke soothingly and I stared in disbel

~Jace I walked towards the garage with her in my arms. Her glowing face had lost colour, leaving it pale. I wondered if she was going to be okay. But she hadn't consumed too much of water before I got there, so it wasn't going to be that bad. I never would've even guessed she didn't know how to swim. I would've warned her about the pool if I did. Being with me was already too big of an offense to attract haters and the pool was literally the easiest way to teach her a lesson. I contemplated between taking her with me back to the orphanage and taking her to my small haven. Deciding to not complicate things, I decided on the basement. The orphanage wasn't a place I took random people to. "Jace!"I stopped on my tracks, turning around to see Nyx. I cocked a brow at her. "What was that?"she asked, obviously trying to keep her rage at bay. What was making her mad? It wasn't written boldly on her face, but with the way she was clenching and unclenching her fists, I could reco

~ClaireI sighed, ticking one of the 60 problems, indicating it was solved. Of the 60, I had 30 solved. "Way to go, Claire. 30 more, and we're done for the night,"I grinned at myself. "But hell, my back hurts,"I mumbled, stretching lightly. The warmth of the evening sun had long faded below the horizon, leaving nothing but my reading lamp as a source of light that cast a relaxing ambiance over my room. I was nestled comfortably on the couch, as I focused on acing every question I solved. I needed a high GPA in order to get into Yale. Yeah, that's my dream school. My eyes were fucked on the pages of the textbook in my hand for another five minutes before I picked my note, begining my long process of solving a problem that wasn't supposed to be any of my business. The sound of the clock ticking away on the wall as literally the only thing that broke the silence, a steady beat that seemed to lull me into a state of tranquility.

~JaceI wasn't supposed to have enjoyed it. Kissing Claire. But I did. I more than enjoyed it, because the few seconds I spent feasting on those seemingly sugar-coated lips of hers was the best I'd had in....ever. The kiss went on replay in my head even as I broke away. The feeling was so similar to setting fire on gasoline. She tasted hesitant, soft — like I'd always expected judging from her kinda person. But what really had me shocked? She kissed me back. I'd expected anything, but definitely not her kissing me back. It wasn't something I foresaw was going to happen. And then when I pulled away, the look on her face was priceless. Shock. Horror. And something else I couldn't quite pinpoint. "One down, two to go,"I murmured, just for her hearing only, before licking my lips and spinning back her chair. She was barely moving, she looked so paled out. As if she was still trying to register what had just p