Page 7 of Jealous Stepbrother

This makes me stop. “Why did your mind go there, Caroline?”

“I … We met at a club and fucked barely an hour after meeting each other. You can’t convince me you don’t do that often.”

Ah, so that’s the issue. She thinks I’m a certified fuckboy who’ll bed anyone who wears a skirt. She couldn’t have been further from the truth. My behavior that night surprised me as well. “I don’t usually do that, you know. I go to clubs to get drunk with my friends, not find women to fuck in the VIP booth.”

She turns to look away and absently rubs her arms. “I don’t usually do that, either.”

That confession constricts my chest. So I guess I’m not the only one who couldn’t stop thinking about her. “Then, be mine, Caroline.”

It’s at this moment when I realize that this gorgeous woman is an open book. She can’t hide her emotions if her life depends on it. In the span of a few minutes, I’ve seen her annoyed, angry, turned on, desperate, disappointed, and hesitant. A faint crease forms between her brows, her eyes flicking to the floor and then up at me.

And then, her face shifts. Her jaw is set, the curve of her lips pressing into a firm line. The hesitation disappears and is replaced by a resolute lift of her chin. Color flushes her cheeks, and she crosses her arms over her chest. “Fine, then. I’m yours.”

Words that will forever be seared into my brain. It’s all the permission I need.

I fully intend to fuck her and make her come right here and right now, but just when I pull her in for another kiss, a knock breaks through our little bubble.

With a groan, I yell sharply, “Occupied. Go away.”

The footsteps retreat, and we both exhale in unison. I’ve barely brushed my lips along hers when a second knock comes, heavier and more insistent. I rest my forehead against Caroline’s and take a deep breath.

“There are other bathrooms,” I snap. “Use one of those!”

“Now, where were we?” Caroline asks, clutching my collar and pulling me into her.

“Well, we can always—” The third knock is enough to make me grip the edge of the countertops tightly, trying to rein in my mounting anger and frustration. I let out a long, resigned sigh. “I swear to God, I’m going to drag that person to the next bathroom myself. You’d think everyone wants to pee at the same time.”

Caroline laughs softly and watches her reflection over her shoulder before fixing her hair and pressing a soft kiss on my lips. “We can mess around some other time.”

I want to protest and insist we finish what we started, but she’s right. The last thing I want is to leave her hanging because some asshole can’t walk a few steps more and find another bathroom. That doesn’t mean I can’t steal one more kiss before saying, “You get to walk away now, but I will stake my claim next time, Caroline.”

4

CAROLINE

“I’m not a big fan of powder blushes since I tend to gravitate toward creams, but this actually looks good on me. If you’ve been watching me for a long time, you already know how much I love a sunkissed look, and this one gives me that glow. See? Let me try their new line of lippies.”

The one thing about being a content creator is that the process isn’t easy. It does make me feel like a fool, talking to the camera and pretending I’m casually chatting with my girlfriends. I enjoy it, yes, but it’s mostly a means to an end. Meaning, I need money so I can stop depending on my father.

I’ve been doing this for a little over a year, and I’m starting to see a steady trickle of monthly income. Not as substantial as I would have liked, but it’s a start, especially considering I’m only doing it part-time.

I’m not supposed to film today, but what happened at the wedding reception rattled me to my core. It was one surprise after another, the biggest of which was Callum himself. The guy who made me throw all caution to the wind. The guy I couldn’t stop thinking about. The guy that made me want to touch myself and imagine it was his hand.

I was resigned to the fact that I would never see him again, and I mourned the loss of someone I never had. Then, boom.

It would have been fine if he kept his distance, but no. He had to ‘stake his claim’ on me, which made me furious because … I liked it. I really, really liked it. I never realized how hot it was when the word ‘mine’ left his lips, but even now, as I think about it, it warms my whole body.

“This indie brand was founded back in 2020, and they’ve been making waves because of the longevity of their lipsticks. This one is matte in mauve. I’m skeptical about this shade only because it has never looked good on me, but we’ll see.”

I lean closer to the camera and check my reflection in the mirror. My apartment only has one bedroom, so this is where I always film my videos. With my last income, I purchased a good second-hand camera, tripod, and a pretty expensive ring light. So far, the response from my followers has convinced me that the money was well worth it. It will be even more worth it if I can use this money to fund my own studies.

I swipe the lipstick on my lips and press them together, making a show of checking out the result even though I’ve already tried it on before.

Something moves in the corner of my eye, and I swing my head to check it out, my breath catching in my throat when I see Callum leaning casually against my door. I didn’t even hear him come in. And how did he…?

Oh, shoot. I forgot Dad has a spare key. He asked for it because, as something he never failed to remind me, he was paying for this place. He couldn’t have me doing anything illegal here. It basically means my privacy is nonexistent as long as he’s paying.

To be fair, he hasn’t visited me ever.

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