My Stepbrother-Too Hot To Handle

DABBY:

Calling Mason the next day to hang out was the best of my resort, because I couldn’t even embrace my response to Damien the previous night. My answer made me so restless even after I had entered my room to sleep, with the endless bothers that I might have sounded too harsh to him.

When I finally got to sleep and woke up the next morning, I discovered that mum and Damien’s dad weren’t home. The housekeepers had increased in number and had come around to clean, while I just directed them to do everything necessary around.

After everything was done and the house was in order, I returned to my room to bathe and got ready since Mason said he was going to pick me up. When I was about to leave the house, I was bothered because I had not seen Damien come out of his room.

I tiptoed to the door of his room and placed my ear near the door, to know if I would hear any movements in his room. For almost ten minutes, I stood there pondering if I should enter and check, but became relieved the moment I heard a sneeze. I ran down the stairs immediately, and out of the house to meet Mason waiting for me already.

We both went ice gliding according to Mason’s choice of fun activity in another town that was miles away, because Mason said that snow had been falling there for a few days even though it had not fallen back in our town.

I had fun regardless of how scared and cautious I was about getting wounded, and he helped me master the basics as we both glided together hand in hand. With time, I had forgotten all of my worries temporarily and just went with the flow of the enjoyable day.

When we returned to town on his bike in the afternoon, we stopped at a nearby restaurant to eat a light meal because we were exhausted already. Afterward, I suggested swimming because I really wanted to learn from him. We have been taking some lessons together before, but I wanted to improve more on my skills.

The training lasted for more than two hours, and I could pick a good swimming pace by myself without anyone assisting me this time. I felt so good that I could do it better than I did before.

After we changed clothes, Mason suggested that we go to his house to study since I have been wanting to do that at least once a week together with him. And it was both our day off too. When we arrived at his house, I was really surprised to see Damien in the kitchen together with Mrs. Carr.

My gaze shifted away from him immediately our eyes met, and I was thankful that Mason mentioned that we had things to do in his room. While we studied for an hour and a half, I had to struggle with my thoughts to retain everything I had read, and to be well-communicative with Mason.

Even after we ate lunch together and played games, I couldn’t look at Damien or pass any leading body signs to him. It was so uncomfortable to act normally. I loved the part where I had to play with Mason so freely.

But while we watched a movie with everyone in the living room, our eyes made contact almost three times because my eyes compulsively darted to wherever he was sitting. It made it crazy awkward.

My phone suddenly beeped a message notification, and it was mum, texting to see if we were home already. I told her that we were at Mason’s place, and she asked where the place was which made me wonder what she was doing.

I had called her so many times in the afternoon already, and she didn’t call back. It made me really pissed off.

The doorbell rang minutes later and Mrs. Carr went to get it, only for me to realize that it was mum standing by Carr’s doorstep to come and pick us up.

I asked angrily if she had enough free time in her schedule to come and pick us up, because I was just so furious about everything. Damien had come close to the door to see what was going on, and Mason followed behind too.

What was going on between her and Damien’s father? The mess that she had put me in with Damien, and the fact that I didn’t know what was happening in her life anymore. The fact that no one was telling us the truth.

Mrs. Carr seemed to remember mum from somewhere, and I was surprised to hear that she could know mum from the orphanage.

“It is me, remember. From the orphanage home downtown. Adele,” Mrs. Carr tried to make mum recollect faster in case she wouldn’t remember, but mum smiled awkwardly and said she had no memories of her. Mrs. Carr apologized if she had mistaken her for another person.

I wondered what could have happened then to make mum begin to hasten us up, as she thanked Mason’s mum and walked so hastily to the car immediately. I followed after her and entered the car after bidding Mason farewell, in which Damien still took extra minutes talking to his Aunt.

“Who is that woman and why were you and Damien in her house?” Mum asked immediately I entered the car, and I wanted to sneer really hard. She wasn’t explaining why she had come around to pick us, so she didn’t deserve any right to get answers to her questions.

“Did you and Mr. Anderson not come home last night? And I called several times, but you didn’t pick up. Where were you?” I asked her instead, and she frowned immediately.

“I asked you a question first, Dabby,”

“She is Mason’s mum okay, and also Damien’s aunt who is his mother’s elder sister. They are cousins,” I tried hard not to roll my eyes as I answered her question, “And do not tell his dad, if you do not want things to get ugly,” I reminded her.

“That bastard!” She almost groaned under her breath as I finished off my last sentence.

“Is something wrong between both of you?” I asked, pretending I didn’t know or hadn’t heard anything. I wanted her to say something.

“Don’t worry. We will set out any differences. We are couples after all,” she chuckled stiffly, and I sneered with a fake grin. There was too much going wrong already.

We returned home, and I fixed dinner for mum who seemed so tired even if she insisted that she wasn’t hungry. I asked why she came to pick us up, and she said she wanted to just make sure that we were doing fine. I didn’t believe that though.

After everything, I returned to my room still bothered about mum’s meeting with Mason’s mum. I was really curious to know if something had happened between them in the past, and the curiosity couldn’t make me relax peacefully.

My thoughts had become even more of a mess with extreme anxiety, ever since I started finding out about too much; My feelings for Damien, my mum’s marriage, and a relationship that might between her and Mrs. Carr.

The next morning was a Sunday, and I left home early for mass without minding what would happen. I came back hours later, and realized that Mr. Anderson was home already.

I made breakfast regardless of whoever would eat it, and sat at the dining table alone to enjoy the food by myself. After I was done, I returned to my room to continue the college admissions that I was trying to process at different universities.

I thought that it would be something mum and I would be able to do together, but she seemed caught up in so many things that she could say yet. I didn’t want to increase the anxiety that she already had in her.

I had a long nap after taking pills in the afternoon, and set an alarm for the evening so that I could resume work very early. I wanted to ask Mrs. Carr about what she was trying to say the previous day in any way that I could, before the evening shift would take over and start work fully.

When I woke up later, I dressed up in simple clothes and walked out to the front of the house while packing my hair. I was still trying to adjust my dress like I wasn’t given enough time to do that inside my room, when I realized that a shadow was approaching where I was standing.

“Hi,” I heard the soft and sweet voice, which made me raise my head immediately to see who was speaking to me.NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

“Hi,” I returned the smile to the pretty lady that was standing in front of me, with a cute round face, thin pretty lips, high bridge nose, and nicely cut hair. I knew that I had not seen her in school before, or run across her anywhere around the street.

“Are you living here?” She asked, and I paused answering that in cautiousness of what information she wanted to know. I think the expression on my face gave it all, and she readjusted her sentence immediately.

“I’m sorry. I just wanted to know if Damien Anderson still lives here,” her face looked so apologetic, that I melted at the sight of her look. I was more worried about her question though.

‘Who was she? And where did she know Damien from?’

“Yeah.. yeah,” I almost stuttered, and she heaved a sigh of relief immediately with a smile.

Immediately, I understood what she meant by asking about him, and I reluctantly dropped a text that someone was waiting for him outside with gritted teeth.

‘This sudden pretty girl is making me do something I really didn’t want to do.’

And as soon as Damien came out of the house with a clueless face, the girl who had sighted him scampered away from where she was standing before.

She opened her arms so widely as she ran towards him, and clasped them around him, immediately their bodies came in contact. And she sneaked a kiss on his cheeks as soon as she raised her face.

“I missed you so much,” I heard her say.

My heart almost dropped immediately.

‘Who the heck was she?’