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?"
stool and clasp your hands together after you place your phone face down on the counter. She stares quietly for a
why I'm
for her to be upset with me. It's just a matter of
You shake your head.
mom, I
an yet you're sleeping over at Bri's and not even making an
him in something,
and your moms eyes
to Bri's... why else would you think what i say is
"I don't"
her hair, sighing as she turns to tend to
invited him to hangout with us a little
i think you've forgotten the
as you blush
come up here... please don't
two are going to get
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. We'd be lucky if we made it
keep yourself from
want to hurt
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 the room. Your body is alerted just in the way it makes
This is so embarrassing...
ask you to do anything at all? Like the movies, or
lift your head and look at him. His eyes skirt to you, and they narrow playfully a little as a small smile
me to do
right where
fuck' look. He chuckles and rests his palms agains the island. You watch as he
"See i told you"
mother crosses her arms
"Oh really?"
turns her eyes
she ask you to
me
know that's a
mom scoffs, and sweeps her hair off her
to hike?...this must be a
laughs, tossing is
unbelievable I'd want