Page 299 of Bad for Me

A STEP-BULLY HOOKUP

JENN BULLARD

PROLOGUE

My lips curlin frustration as I watch my stepbrother flirt with a random girl at the party. Adrian brushes her blonde hair from her shoulder as he plays with the strap of her dress, making her feel as if she’s his whole world instead of a possible fuck toy.

I don’t know how he does it, but my stepbrother stops the world on its axis when he looks at you. It’s an especially good trick at a party to pick up girls. They’ll forgive him anything, even if he forgets their number in the morning.

We’re in the middle of a large group, but he is acting as if he’s all alone with this chick.

Swallowing my jealousy and ire feels bitter, and I force myself to look away as I chat with one of his best friends, Jameson. He doesn’t make me feel as if my heart is breaking, in fact he teases me and flirts back.

If I knew it wouldn’t cause trouble between them, I’d make a move, but my stepbrother’s friendships are sacred.

“Don’t fuck my friends, Kyna,”Adrian whispered threateningly in my ear two years ago, with his hand wrapping around my throat as a fucked up necklace. I was flirting with one of them and he noticed. Now, it’s not an issue if we flirt because he’s made it known that I am off limits as his “sister”.

It means that no one wants to date me or fuck me either because he glares at anyone who shows interest in me. It’s obnoxious, and makes me want to start over in a new town.

I love my job, and I’m going to college, so it would be a hassle to move.

That’s what I tell myself anyway.

“Oh fuck,” Jameson blurts out. “Kyna, why don’t we move into the kitchen? You don’t need to see this?—”

With an introduction like that, why wouldn’t I turn around?

The world feels like it’s moving in slow motion as I see the random girl, Gina could be her name, is on her knees with her tits out, deep throating Adrian. I can’t breathe as I watch him staring at me with his eyes hooded as his fingers tangle in her hair to force her to take more of him.

His dick is huge, but the girl takes him like a pro.

I will not break in front of him.

I’ve had a crush on my stepbrother for years and it sadly isn’t a secret. Adrian enjoys flaunting his one night stands, while cock blocking me at every opportunity. Forcing a breath as I keep my face a mask, I turn away.

“I think I’ve had enough fun for tonight,” I mutter, wishing this party wasn’t at my house. I want to escape, and the only place to go is Club Rodriguez to pick up a shift. Glancing at my crop top and ripped up jeans with my boots, I decide it’ll at least be a good motivator for tips.

Miguel, my boss, is always needing last minute bartenders, so he won’t mind if I show up. “I’m headed into work.”

“I thought you were off tonight?” Jameson asks worriedly. It’s sweet that he cares, but my throat is starting to close with tears, and I don’t want to make any more of a scene than I will when I leave.

“My phone vibrated just now, and only my boss has that tone,” I lie. “I switched it when he started having issues with staffing. I’m going to go help Miguel.”

“Miguel, huh?” Jameson smirks. “Are you fucking him, Kyna?”

The idea is laughable because my boss may enjoy fucking everything that walks, he’s never been anything but nice to me. I don’t believe in shitting where I eat. Absolutely not.

“I’m not letting you stall until Adrian drains his balls down that girl’s throat,” I mutter. Jameson glances furtively at my stepbrother as if to gauge how long it’ll take until he comes. I’ll pass on their interrogation.

They’ll never let me leave once Adrian is done.

“Nice try,” I sigh, pushing past him. I can see Braxton forcing his way through the crowd and I walk faster, dodging my way around the bodies between myself and the door. If Braxton gets his hands on me, he’ll lock me in my room.

Fucking overgrown cavemen.

“Please tell me I left my keys where I can find them,” I mutter to myself. They’re not in my pockets, but the glint of my key fob makes me almost sob with relief.Who would have thought that work would be my salvation?

The money will go into the hole I made in my mattress until I’m ready to leave. Snatching my key fob from the hook where it’s waiting, I dash through the open door as someone walks in. Sprinting faster as I hear my name yelled out, I hit the car starter as I practically fly across the yard.

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