One Step Too Far 소설 & 이야기

Zayn started and then added to me, “You are my stepsister… Everyone is having fun with these drinks and my stepsister stays deprived of that? No, I can’t let that happen” “I don’t want these drinks of yours…” I said and then added to him, “I don’t drink alcohol… I am not someone who would drink and do crazy things and forget about it the other morning… That’s what people like you do…” “I see… Then stepsister..." He started and leaned towards me. “Wait and watch what people like me can do…” He warned and walked away from there while I kept looking at him in horror…

I walked a few steps and asked confidently, "Yes sir." He looked at me up to down. Then he ordered with his deep sexy voice, "Come closer." I took one step and said, "Yes sir." "Come closer." I again took another step and said, "Yes sir." "More closer!" I was stunned. What the hell does this man want? This time I took two steps and said, "Yes sir." "More!" I was rendered speechless. We were now only five hands away. It would be inappropriate if I take one more step ahead. But still, I shouldn't judge the book by it's cover and take one more step.

Vincent was bound to pull a rabbit out of his hat to steer Daniel clear by a bit more, but what he was doing was nothing like what I expected him to do. "Physical touch is your next step?” I don't know why I even asked that question, when I should have been addressing something else entirely, like the fact that he was my stepbrother. And I didn't expect him to respond. But he did, and calmly at that. "Exactly! Now you're following. What do you think Daniel's thinking right now? I'll answer that for you. He's having an internal crash out because he's watching me do something that he can't."

He drove off, and with one hand on the wheel, he used the other to take out his phone and dial Fiona’s number. She picked up at the second ring. “What?” “I just placed the cameras, boss. Do they work?” he asked, ignoring the arrogance in her tone. There was a bit of silence before she broke it off. “Very good, Dione, very good,” she said, and he grinned. “Can I have the day off then?” he tried to ask but was cut off with more demands. “You didn’t come to America to have sex with everyone putting on a skirt, you fool. Get your ass over here. Now that phase one of the plan is in motion, we need to plan for phase two,” she yelled and ended the call.

It was tall that she needs something to step on. She looked around again until she saw a huge rock. She thought that she could use it to break the doorknob. Sam picked it up and immediately went to the door again. She hit the doorknob multiple times but it was hard to break. She almost lost hope when she noticed that it was about to break. She continued until she totally broke it. Then, she hurriedly went inside. Meanwhile, Steve was about to call Sam when he realized that he left his phone. “Shit!” He slammed the steering wheel as he made a u-turn.

I turned around slowly. "Are you okay with us hooking up?" I asked. "Totally." His answer came immediately. A nervous laugh came out of me. "So..." I started, feeling a little awkward. "Should we get to know each other a little first?" "Hm." That was all he said before he started walking toward me. The look on his face changed completely. Darker now. Very intense. Without thinking, I stepped backward. One step. Two. Until the back of my knees hit the edge of the bed and I fell onto it with a soft gasp.

" So, since we're stuck with each other for a while, let's make it bearable. But there are going to be a few ground rules." She folded her arms across her chest. "What kind of rules?" "Treat me with respect.” His voice was firm. "It’s that simple. Can you manage that?" "Yes," she replied curtly. "I can." Her eyes burned holes through his soul. "Good." Without another word, he stepped past her, his shoulder brushing lightly against hers as he walked away toward the car, leaving her standing there alone. " Fine, Marcello, if putting up with you for now means getting my freedom back, then I would do it," she whispered to herself.

'ཀ'✿'ཀ' When we left the second floor of the mall, Ryder had two Sephora bags, a pink smoothie staining his shirt, and water dripping all over his hair and clothes after I "not purposely" pushed him in a fountain. And he was oddly calm… so calm that it made me more pissed off than him. Did he think he was some kind of martyr to my jokes? Or was he afraid to lash out in case people will judge him for screaming at a crippled man? I didn’t know but I wouldn’t let it bother me either. So I tried to look as nonchalant as I could and said:

“You don’t ask unless it bothers you.” Her mouth opened, closed. She hated that I was right. “That night was a mistake,” she said suddenly, voice too sharp. “You’re my stepbrother. You’re off limits.” I tilted my head, studying her. “So I’m only off limits because I’m your stepbrother?” Her eyes narrowed, but she didn’t look away. I leaned in just enough. “I’m sure it wouldn’t have been if I wasn’t.” Her mouth opened. Closed. She hated that I was right.

From her hospital bed, Crystal posted a video apologizing to the audience but tried to act casual, accidentally flipping the camera to show Marshall standing beside her. When I saw the video, I nearly laughed out loud. Crystal was in full panic mode. She couldn't understand why Marshall, who always abandoned me for her, refused to divorce me. In her growing anxiety, she made the worst decision she could—she tried to force his hand with a desperate act. Marshall's carefully cultivated image as the perfect man collapsed overnight because of Crystal, only to be met with a backlash that seemed to multiply. His opponents seized the chance to attack, and Marshall's wealth shrank visibly.