Alle Kapitel von Falling For My Hockey Stepbrother : Kapitel 1 – Kapitel 10

I was the flower girl. Again. At twenty-one, apparently I was still being trusted with a basket of flowers and the important responsibility of making sure I didn't trip in front of everyone. What a fucking honor that was. I wanted to laugh, but I was standing in front of a crowd, and if I did, people would look at me like I was crazy. I didn't want to give them more reason to look at me. I could already feel a few eyes glancing at me. And, as always, the voices.“Did she look at herself in the mirror before she left the house?” a young girl sitting by the second row whispered–or at least pretended like she was. She was too young to have such trashy behavior, and a voice that made me grit my teeth. “I doubt she did,” her companion whispered back–again, pretending to. “Or I'm sure she wouldn't have left the house like that!” And the backhanded comments followed. “I’m so jealous of her confidence!”“Yeah, me too! Look at her standing all tall and round!”They giggled like they jus

My mind flashed back to the tree, me caging him in, and then the roles being reversed. His deep, raspy voice. His scent. Me asking him to touch me. His rejection. Lililan’s son. My supposed stepbrother. I stared, and stared, and then did some more staring. But the image sitting in front of me, back straight and long legs crossed, didn't fade away. So it’s… real? My father cleared his throat, and that's when I noticed the tense, awkward air in the living room. “Don’t be mannerless, Siri,” he said, glancing at me in that way of his that always signifies a warning. To an outsider, it might seem like a harmless look. “Stop staring and greet your brother.”A jolt went through my brain. Brother? BROTHER? I flirted with my brother last night. I asked my brother to touch me. I called my brother ‘daddy.’Somebody kill me.But first… manners. I cleared my throat, my mouth opening, but he beat me to it.“Hello, Siri,” he said in a low voice that almost sounded like a purr, and I bit d

After practice, I picked up my bag and was about to head straight to my apartment, but then I saw her and couldn't help but pause. She sat on a bench, a book in one hand and a sandwich in the other.I stared at her even before I realized I was staring. I didn't need a genius to tell me she was a loner. There was a way she watched a crowd, like she was expecting a blow that never comes. That panic in her eyes earlier today… I wanted to know what it was about, but I knew she wouldn't tell me. And then the glare she had given that girl…I didn't want to head down there right now, because I might embarrass myself. My legs moved to her before I could decide, and I dropped down on the space beside her.She raised her head and looked at me with an irritated look before she looked back at her book, ignoring me. “I didn’t find a tour guide,” I said, looking straight ahead. Students passed, and they stared. “That’s too bad,” she said as she turned a page.“I got lost three times.”“Poor Ja

I felt a jolt shot through me as our eyes met, but he looked quickly. A question suddenly popped into my head: did he get laid last night? Who was she? But I shook it out of my head. It wasn't my business. The players took their positions around the center ice, crouched low, eyes fixed on the puck. As soon as the puck dropped, Jackson lunged for it, and the real game began. I watched, with my eyes wide with interest, as he moved, skating with a speed that shouldn't be possible on ice. He was untouchable, a force to be reckoned with, and the opposite team stood no chance. In under seven minutes, he scored the first goal. The arena shook with the crowd's cheers, and my earplugs stood no chance. Beside me, Lilian jumped, cheering. And even my earplugs couldn't drown out her cheers.“That’s my boy right there! My son! Go, Jackson!” She sounded so… proud. My father joined her in cheering, and I just sat still. I kept staring at him. I couldn't look away from him. I was… fascinated. I

“Look at yourself, Siri. Do you honestly think that someone like me could love you? Do you think anyone, for that matter, could love you? No. You’re fucking pathetic, and will only ever be a plaything. You were a bet. An easy one. So clean those tears and get out.”I remembered the pain in my scalp where he had gripped my hair. I remembered the burn in my eyes as I sobbed. I remembered the pain, the humiliation, and vowing to myself, “Never again.” I remembered that vow again today as I looked into another's eyes, as I looked at another handsome face. I remembered it when I was starting to falter. It sent a shock up to my brain, and I snapped out of it. I ripped my hand away from him and shot to my feet. I pointed to the door, my teeth bared. “Get. Out.”He remained on the floor, staring up at me with a tight expression. His head lowered as he sighed, his hand passing through his hair. He stood up, tension in his jaw even as he said, “I’m sorry.”“Out,” I snarled, still pointing at