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Throwing my arm over my eyes, I shake my head, my cheeks heating from shame.

I’m fucking sick, fantasizing about my arrogant asshole of a stepbrother.

No matter how gorgeous he is.

CHAPTER 15

Evan

Iwatch Lexi on my phone. My head bangs against my bedroom wall, frustration rolling through me. I have cameras hidden throughout her bedroom to watch her from every angle.I need more. This isn’t enough.

Frustration oozes through me as I turn my attention to the cameras. I watch her unpack a pair of worn Converse sneakers from her duffle bag. Her fingers lovingly stroking them before she holds them against her chest. I never wanted to be a fucking pair of shoes so much in my life.

Wait. Is she crying?

I zoom in, a knot forming inside my chest. She’s sobbing, her eyes vacant as she absently strokes the pair of shoes.

I lean closer to the screen, watching her. She sobs for a while until she regains control. Leaning forward, she reverently puts the shoes in the closet, then sets back on her heels, wiping her tears.

My brows furrow as she gets up and heads to her nightstand. She pulls a notebook out before crawling into the center of the bed. Flipping it open, she frantically begins writing. I switch to a different camera and zoom in.

It’s a journal—a gateway to her private thoughts.

Wild fucking horses can’t prevent me from getting my hands on it, and since I have zero patience when it comes to her, I’m reading it tonight.

When she’s finished writing, she tucks the journal in the top drawer of her nightstand and then heads to the window, staring out into the darkness.

My heart stutters inside my chest as I take in the heaviness in her posture. She looks so lost and alone. It tugs at something deep inside me that I haven’t felt since my mother died.

My muscles tense, and restlessness fills me as I pace back and forth across my bedroom, my fingers clenching the phone as I try to keep my breathing steady while pushing the pain back.

Focus on Lexi. Fuck your past.

I zoom in again, and my chest tightens.What the hell is Lexi thinking about that is causing that fucking haunted look in her eyes?

Jesus Christ, Evan. What the fuck is wrong with you?You’ve never been soft for anyone like this.

Running a hand through my hair, I jump to my feet, pacing like a caged tiger. I’m half insane from the feelings inside me. I don’t experience soft emotions. I’m cold and dispassionate, hardened from the fake fucking world I’ve grown up in. I thrive on fear and embarrassment, viewing others as stepping stones to meet my goals. I don’t give a fuck about their feelings.

Then Lexi fucking Morgan swept into my life like a damn tornado, making me feel things I don’t want to. Things I buried long ago in that casket withher.

You need to reign in your wayward emotions. Lexi may be playing everyone.Maybe she figured out you have cameras in her room and is putting on a show.

Taking a deep breath, I close my eyes, forcing myself to regroup.

When I exhale, I open them, my attention on my phone. Lexi is dancing, shaking her hips seductively. My mouth goes dry as I watch her, my body growing warmer. When she starts grinding against the bedpost like it’s a stripper pole, my dick throbs, begging to be inside her.

Fucking cameras. Why didn’t I get the ones with sound?

I’m calling Luca tomorrow. He’ll hook me up.

Fuck it. I’m texting him now. Patience isn’t a virtue in this case.

Once I’ve hit send, I return to the cameras in Lexi’s room. My eyes bulge out of my head.What the fuck is that in her hand?

Her cheeks are scarlet as she climbs onto the bed, and I nearly break my fucking phone. It’s a goddamn vibrator.

You don’t need a fucking toy, Lexi. You have me.

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