STEPBROTHER (R-18)
Chapter 11
Scarletts P.O.V
Pulling out your phone, you send a quick text to Briana.
Scarlett: I'm ready when you are.
You glance at the door and move your hand to your throat where his mouth was.
I need a drink one as slot bigger than a swig of liquor.
Briana: yes! I'm ready 2 get my drink on!
Scarlett: same. I'll drive over in a minute.
Briana: sounds good.
Just when you send another text your mom calls you.
"Scarlett, get up here now! I have to talk to you."
Oh shit... she doesn't know does she?
You feel your pulse quicken as a wave of nervous heat washes over you. You rub your forehead, and rim your lips.
Stop overthinking it. She couldn't have heard me unless she was down here near his door. I didn't hear anything.
"What mom? I'm getting ready to go to Bri's."
"No! Not before i speak to you. Get up here and meet me in the kitchen."
God damn...
You let out a long, laboured breath, and walk out of your room towards the stairs.
Maybe this is it... she knows. We're caught. I mean, what else could she be so angry about?
When you reach the kitchen, you find her standing at the kitchen door with her brows furrowed and her shoulder high. She places a hand on her hip and cocks her head sideways with a knowing look. With a nod of her head, she gestures for me to take a seat on the stool at the island in the middle of the room.
"Sit"
Shit... just play it cool. Freaking out would probably only lead to confusion and more problems.
"What's up, mom?"
on the counter. She stares quietly for a few seconds, before she groans and places he hands on the counter an
guess why
we're going to plat twenty questions. There's a handful of reasons for her to be upset with me. It's just a matter of what one
You shake your head.
mom, I
something and include Oliver an yet you're sleeping over at Bri's
him in something,
and your moms
you want me to say you cant go to Bri's... why
"I don't"
through her hair, sighing as she turns to tend to the vegetables
invited him to hangout with us a little later but
you've forgotten
you blush when
up here... please don't
get along
way to ruin the thoughts in my head. We are fucking far from family. I know my mom. She never stays with a man more than a year.
yourself from
to hurt her
the floor as he nears the kitchen. Willing yourself to relax, you hold your head in your hands, and take a deep breath when you know he's entered. The air changes when he enters
This is so embarrassing...
did Scarlett ask you to do anything at all? Like the movies,
at him. His eyes skirt to you, and they narrow playfully a little as a small smile forms
definitely asked me to
right where his mind
the fuck' look. He chuckles and rests his palms agains the island. You watch as he shakes his head slowly and the hair dishevels
"See i told you"
mother crosses her
"Oh really?"
mother turns her eyes to
so what did she ask you
me to
that's a fucking lie.
hair off
to hike?...this must
laughs, tossing is
so unbelievable I'd want