STEPBROTHER (R-18)
Chapter 20
Scarletts P.O.V
Enclosed in the car with Jayden on the way to your date, you're satisfied with the blatant jealousy Oliver showed before you left. You firm your lips, suppressing the content smile that wants to spread on your face, as you peer out the window of Jayden's car.
Jayden glances at you, before clearing his throat awkwardly, and tightening his grip on the steering wheel, quickly checking his phone for directions.
"I uh, I'm so glad we're doing this..."
"I am too. Where are we going?"
"I figured we could go to that little Italian place you said you liked - Sul Lago."
Just at the mention of Sul Lago, your stomach growls. You place your hand on your stomach and chuckle.
He really does listen. I'm surprised.
"That sounds great!"
"I'm glad you think so... So, uh, was that..."
Oh god, I was hoping he wouldn't notice
You nod, taking a deep breath.
"Yeah, that was Oliver, the guy from the party. He uh, was just seeing me off on the date"
"Really? Because he looked pretty pissed when we pulled away"
Why does Oliver have to ruin everything?
You laugh off his concern, waving your hand dismissively, before resting it on his arm reassuringly.
"Oh, no. He just got into an argument with his dad Kirk - my mom's boyfriend. He was in a pissy mood to begin with. He just walked me out" Jayden nods, but by the tension in his shoulder you can tell he isn't fully convinced. Especially not after Oliver basically shoved him... at the party, it was clear issuing contest.
Oliver doesn't matter. He shouldn't. There's nothing going on with us. That was clear as of this afternoon, when he decided to be a dick.
"I wouldn't worry about him"
"I'm not"
Unease settles in your gut, but you ignore the way it twists your stomach and will yourself too finally forget about Oliver for a little and enjoy Jayden's company.
The Italian bistro isn't far from your house. You pull up to it ten minutes later, and Jayden helps you out, before offering you his hand as an excuse to hold yours as you stroll to the front door.
You glance down at his hand, and he chuckles, offering you a boyish grin.
"Smooth"
"I was hoping you'd think so"
Ah, what's the harm in a little flirting
You let him lead you inside where you're greeted with familiar Italian themed decor. Pictures of famous fountains and architecture decorate the walls along with quaint signs of Italian sayings you can understand, on one side, and on the other side are booths with rows of cabinets filled with different types of wines.
"Nice place"
Definitely" You smile at the waitress who comes over to you, placing menus down in front of
get you something to
phone vibrates, but you take a moment to order a water before you check
if its Oliver. Of course he'd want to intrude on
drinks, Jayden sets his eyes on you, grinning
"You look beautiful, Scarlett"
regard him because you don't really return those same feelings. You're too caught up
not
around the room again. This gives you time to pull your phone out of your purse, and glance at it, frowning when you see Oliver's
"Everything alright?"
your phone away. Oliver can wait.
everything's fine. It's just
reading Oliver's text, only
Enjoying your
a quick agitated reply, hoping he
not dull by
as I enjoyed it
He's relentless.
sexy it was watching him stoke himself, his breathlessness, the way his abs tightened when he came. All of it makes you shudder, as
clears his throat. When you shift your
two minutes into the date
set your phone face up on the table, waving your hands above it, while
mom's annoyed at the moment. She cant find the top
Jayden nods slowly.
"Oh, gotcha"
were you
a spaghetti man than a
"What's wrong with you?"
as he smirks and shakes
spaghetti is just the noodle version
Your phone vibrates again.
hint. I haven't even fucking replied o
Oliver: Imagining it? ;)
waving the phone at
tell her I'm on a date, and that she's ruining it
Jayden chuckles.
"By all means"
can sense just how serious you're being and realise the
fuck with
cant think of anything more
Oliver: Liar
Scarlett: STOP TEXTING ME!
out of you even over
Scarlett: fuck off, Oliver
bet your wet right
impulse, you press your