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“It’s not that simple. This showcase could open doors for me after graduation. I can’t just blow it off because my stepbrother gets jealous.” The word *stepbrother* hung between us, filthy and sharp. He leaned in closer, breath warm against my ear. “Jealous? Princess, I’m way past jealous. I’m territorial as hell over what’s mine. And you’ve been mine since the second I walked through that door and saw you in those tiny sleep shorts.” I shivered despite the heat. His hand slid higher, under the hem of my shorts, teasing the edge of my panties. “Damien… we’re outside. The neighbors—”

He is his step brother . A thousand reasons flooded her mind, each more alarming than the last. What would her father say? What would people think? How could she ever face Julian again, knowing the boundaries they had shattered? 'julian is her Stepbrother .' That thought alone made her chest tighten with dread. How could I have let this happen?

Her next words nearly give me a heart attack. “There are two things, actually. Sebastian and I got married in Vegas two days ago.” My stomach drops. “What?!” “There was nothing I could do, Loriah.” She cries. “He brought it up and I couldn’t dissuade him. I’m so sorry.” This only means one thing — Zakari is really my step brother now. “I don’t have much time, but the second thing I want to tell you… Zakari killed his younger brother ten years ago. He murdered Jamal with his own hands…”

“He was just being controlling. And he made it very clear today at lunch that we have strict boundaries. He said at work we're strictly boss and assistant, and around our parents, we're just step siblings.” Susan let out a loud, theatrical laugh, tossing her head back against the couch. “Step siblings? Oh, please! Boss and assistant? Ava, do you hear yourself? A man doesn't look at his step sister or his secretary the way Derick Stone looks at you. The guy is practically obsessed!”

Looking at him in a black suit with a scowl plastered on his face, I knew my eyes weren’t playing tricks on me, it was Hayden Reid. Ours locked, and Hayden’s eyes widened slightly. The entire wedding process was a blur, as I took a seat, my heart refusing to believe what my eyes were seeing. The uncanny resemblance between the older and younger one made me feel scared. I remembered everything that happened at the club between us. “Grace, I want to introduce you to your new stepbrother”, My mother said, dragging me towards him. “You have always wanted a brother right?” She reminded me cheerfully.

He said softly He placed his knees at either sides of my waist and placed his palms over my breasts and started fondling them. My nipples were two hardened peaks and the devil hovering above me was not going to do anything about my arousement but he would keep arousing me till I was salivating and drooling over my chin. He leaned in and kissed me, it was so fucking sexy. He pulled out and brought his lips to my ear. “I miss being your big brother, I miss you being my sexy and resilient step sister." I closed my eyes, the need and desire in his voice was heated and charged, it mirrored exactly how I felt.

’’ At first she just stared at me, and I thought she was judging me. ‘’Honestly, I’m not judging you. I’m… I kind of went through something similar with my best friend, first it was an innocent kiss then we did something, and we liked it. Her parents found out and they sent her away, now she is married with a child on the way.’’ I was speechless at that. ‘’So, this stepbrother, is he and the girl married?’’ ‘’No, just his girlfriend.’’ ‘’Do they plan on getting married?’’

"Ember Brock is three years older than you, head over a fraternity as well as being a football jock. Brock is a player. He is only out for one thing; don't be stupid," "We can't be together, Derrick. I wish we could. I wish you weren't my stepbrother, but you are. I love you in a way I shouldn't love my stepbrother. I need you to let me go, and I need you to move on. It's for the best. We can't keep going on like this," Emberly quickly took her hand from my chest and looked away. Desperation took over me. "Ember, please, please don't do this. Give me this year, that's all I ask, and then I promise I'll let you go," I tilted her chin to look at me.

I cursed discarding the thing to the floor and erupting from the couch, then walked to the wine cabinet and pulled out a fresh bottle. “Bruh, what crawled up your ass and died? You’ve been absent-minded the entire time you've sat there.” Romeo asked walking to where I was and clamped my shoulder tightly, “Is everything alright? You’ve never been this distracted.” No. Not even a single thing is alright because that damn boy I have been working hard to get off my mind sprung back from wherever he disappeared to and guess what, he is my fuckin’ stepbrother. “I’m fine.” I snapped instead, then walked back to the couch and plopped myself.

I don't know who he is, but if I wasn't already committed heart and soul to my fake boyfriend Nico, I'd be in a puddle at this guy's feet. "Geez, Deacon, you know how to bring down a room." Stephanie rolls her eyes as everyone but me relaxes. "And don't start on us about taking everything so seriously-remember, I've known you since grade school. My brother's the one who taught you all your best moves. I watched you do the YMCA drunk at Michael's wedding."