Lahat ng Kabanata ng Tempt Me Again, Stepbrother : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 7

“I will need to talk to my friend first” I responded, picking the latter option. This made Neville smile “sure when you're done meet me outside" he leaned down to kiss me again and my toes curled. God he was a good kisser.“I'll be waiting” he added, pecking me one more time then he walked away.I turned back around, navigating the dense crowd to find Maureen. When I finally reached the counter, neither she nor the bartender was anywhere in sight.I had expected her to be busy, but a small part of me hoped she’d worry just a little given it was my first time at a club and I was about to walk off with a complete stranger.Just then, my phone buzzed in my hand. I let out a breath of relief when I saw Maureen’s name on the screen. She hadn't abandoned me after all.“Bitch you receiving the fuck of your life well?!” she yelled over the phone, though the booming bass from the speakers muffled the noise.“Not yet” I shouted back laughing “you?!” Maureen didn't reply for a while and when

The morning sun stung my eyes as it filtered through the heavy silk drapes of my bedroom. I lay still against my pillows, listening to the quiet hum of our house, but my mind was miles away, trapped in the encounter three nights ago.Alex’s parting words still burned in my mind as well. Too naïve. Too insecure. For months, I had allowed my boyfriend to make me feel small, to shrink my personality until I fit neatly into the quiet, sheltered box my father had built for me. And then I met Neville.I buried my face in my hands, my cheeks turning bright red instantly. Even after three days, I could still feel the pressure of his hands, the intensity in his brown eyes, and the overwhelming feeling of being wanted by a man who looked at me like I was the only person in the room.I sat up, running a hand through my long, wavy black hair.Perhaps I was supposed to feel guilty. I was Jackson Hunt’s daughter, the good girl, the perfect student, the protected prize of one of the city's most p

“Neville, this is my pride and joy, Veronica,” my father said, his voice dripping with pride as he gestured toward me.Veronica.My real name hung in the air like a heavy fog. My cheeks burned so hot I was sure they were turning as red as a tomato. Memories of that night at the club rushed back all at once, when he had told me his name and the way I had boldly looked into his eyes and replied “Gina.”I had lied right to his face without blinking. And now, my father had just exposed me.I held my breath, bracing myself for the moment Neville’s eyes would widen, or for a sly smile to cross his face. Instead, nothing happened.He barely even blinked. His light brown eyes swept over me with complete, total indifference.He stepped forward, towering over me in his tailored jacket, looking every bit composed while I was just the opposite. He extended a polite hand.“It's nice to meet you, Veronica,” he said smoothly.His tone was completely flat and devoid of any form of warmth or recogni