Todos los capítulos de A Bully For A StepBrother. : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

(KAIRA'S POV) What had come over me? Why am I crumbling at the sight of Slade Horton kissing someone else? Why does it suddenly feel like someone stuck a hand into my chest and dug out my heart. Worst of all, I can't seem to look away, even though my eyes have started burning me. Slade's hands remained m still. He was not pulling her to him, but she's not pushing her away either. "Don't pay them any attention." Someone said, taking my hand and leading me away. I noticed someone I hadn't seen in the room. Where did he come from? A tall guy, with a familiar face that I couldn't place. He had golden brown hair, which was cut short but very neat and sharply carved. He had brown eyes which had golden flecks in them too. "They're just messing around. They aren't even a real couple." He said, folding his arms. "I don't care." I lied, releasing my hand from his hold. The boy raised an eyebrow at me and then extended his hand for a shake. "Germaine Sterling." He introduced.

(KAIRA'S POV) I am honestly not sure of how I came to be inside the pool. To be honest, I should be thinking of how to survive now, I should be scared of drowning but my lips were still tingling from the kiss I shared with Slade, like it wasn't minutes ago already. I wanted to replay and replay the way his hand held my head when he kissed me back sensually. The way he made everyone around us disappear at once. I could feel his arms around me, holding me tightly like I had the key to his life. Holding me closely like he wanted to feel me just as much as I— "Makaira!" Water burst from my lungs. I coughed so hard my chest burned. Strong hands kept me upright. "Makaira." The cool evening air hit my wet skin. I was shivering. But I barely noticed. Not when he was this close. "It's okay. It's okay now." I could hear Slade's voice clearly, I could also feel his hand rubbing my back gently. But when I opened my eyes and found his face, so close to mine, I was shocked t

(SLADE'S POV) "That's something I never thought I would see in my lifetime." I murmured audibly the moment Dad shut the door. He passed me with a scoff. "What exactly were you two even doing? And by the stairs?" I demanded, following him as he unbuttoned his shirt. Dad stopped and I saw the smirk pulling at his lips. "You know what? Please don't answer that. I don't want to know." I said quickly. "This is getting more annoying. I was hoping you'd be feeling humiliated." "I don't care what you think, Son. I've walked in on worse with you. This is nothing compared to your escapades." He shrugged out of his shirt. "You're my father." I grumbled. "The only person I care about is Kaira." He paused with a heavy sigh. Then he turned to me. "Do you think she hates me now?" "I think she does." I cleared my throat. "Mum, you're a woman of elegance, not someone who would let a mannerless man take her by the stairs." I mimicked drily. "Shut up." Dad growled at my act and I sni

(BACK TO PRESENT DAY) (KAIRA'S POV) His hand held a fistful of my hair and bent my head over. My eyes followed his, almost magnetic, unwilling to stray away from those cold green eyes. But when they finally did stray, they moved down to his perfect lips and I found myself biting mine as I waited. Patiently. For him to bend over and to seize my lips— RING! RING! RING! I opened my eyes with a frustrated groan and stared at the pretty collages on the ceiling before I turned to the tabletop alarm clock and tapped it to silence. 6.00 a.m. Mum and Tom left for the airport two hours ago. I know because I heard her come in, drop a note on my table and place a deep kiss on my cheek. I held on to her briefly for a hug before she actually left, then I rolled over to my side. Now, with sleep out of my eyes, I realized that Mum was gone. I would be spending the next three weeks with Slade as my only family. "I need to stop seeing him in my dreams. That makes things worse." I mutter

(KAIRA’S POV) I have lived in PineCrest for thirteen years, which means I have also had the privilege (thanks to Tom Horton) of going from PineCrest elementary to PineCrest high school. I kid you not, despite all these years I have made no friends. Literally, none at all. The most attention I get is when I am getting bullied or being laughed at and the only people I am cordial with are a few of my teachers (especially Mrs Skye, the ink club matron) That being established, you can imagine how antisocial and you must believe me when I say that I have no idea who the angry but pretty brunette, holding my phone is. Her almond eyes looked me over like my presence deeply disgusted her. “I am Vanessa Whitmore, my dad is a big sponsor of our school. ” She greeted and then leaned forward. “ I frowned, unsure of what to say. She leaned forward, her palms on the table. “It doesn’t matter that your cheap mother found her way in to the Horton family, you will always be a charity cas