In Love With My Step-Brother

wet it first or rub it

Xavier's POV

‘What is taking so long?’ Wondering, I glanced at my watch and went back to the parking lot again.

Standing by the window of my class, I was waiting for Ashlyn and Evan. They didn't turn up around the college premises and were making me anxious.

‘Did they get into trouble?’

‘Or is he bunking class again with her?’

‘If that is the case, then I will make sure he will not do that ever again!’

‘But if that is not the case, then, maybe something has happened!’

‘I should just make the call and inquiry!’

Shoving my hand inside my pocket, I took my cell phone out. As I was about to dial his number, one of the students called me out. Looking over my shoulder, I waited for him to put forward his question.

“Is there any other theory that we can apply to this novel Blue Mimosa?” he asked.

“Yes!”

“What could it be?”

His classmate, sitting before him, turned to him and grumbled, “Why are you being ridiculous? You are supposed to find it on your own, then you ask him if it is true or not. Don't you know the professor doesn't do spoon-feeding?”

Nodding, he replied, “Okay! Thanks!”

As they got back to reading, I glanced back at the parking lot.

Finally, they arrived, and my heart was at ease. Shoving the phone back into the pocket, I watched them, and it didn't do me right.

Seeing her hands wrapped around his chest, and her chest pressed against his back, leaving no space for air to pass, my heartbeat hammered against my chest.

Fuming in anger, I gripped the pencil tight.

‘How dumb! Cannot even undo a helmet!’ I couldn't help muttering to myself.

While they were marching towards the building, I was about to step away from the window. When they stopped, I too stopped.

As I saw him leaning towards her, J couldn't help grumbling, “What the hell?” and the pencil broke into halves.

Knowing I had caught everyone's attention, I cleared my throat and took a glance at them. They hastily got back to reading, pretending they hadn't heard a thing.

Marching to my desk, I plunged into my chair. Through the window on the door, I could see Evan trying to get inside.

Before anyone could let them inside, I declared, “Late comers are strictly prohibited from today onwards.”

As soon as the class ended, as expected, Evan came rushing in.

“Brother!”

I replied with a cold stare.

“I mean professor. How can you do this to us? You know why we got late. Still how can you–”

“That is not my problem.” I leaned my back and glanced at my watch. “According to my calculation and my departure from home, you could have arrived on time.”

“Yeah but–”

“I want your review of not less than five hundred words of two classic novels–”

“But–”

“-written in stream of consciousness.”

“Brother! You cannot do this to me!” he whined.

“Three–” I grabbed the book and flipped the pages.

“Fine! Fine! I will do two.

Then, as he turned to leave, I commanded, “Send her in!”

“Don't tell me you are going to punish her as well. You cannot be this cruel!”

Looking up from the book, I rumbled, “Just do as I say.”

As he walked away, I tossed the book aside. Then, walking across the desk, I stood leaning my but on it. Folding my hands across my chest, I stared straight at the clock.

When she walked in and saw me, I saw her immediately turn around to leave. Seeing her hitting the door pinched my heart.

“Stop!” I commanded.

When she turned towards me, I could read her nervousness in her face.

Clearing her throat, she said, “I didn't know you were going to be my professor. I thought you were in the management section.”

“Come here,” I commanded.

Getting back to my chair, I waited for her to stand in front of me. Then I placed her phone in front of her.

“Thank you!” Picking up the phone, she prepared to leave.

“Stop! I never said you could leave!”

With a nervous smile, she turned back to me.

“Is there anything else?” She was avoiding eye contact.

Approaching her, I said, “I want to know something about yesterday.”

Immediately, she began to defend herself. “Trust me, I didn't go on my own. Emily told me to clean.”

“How did you clean?

“Excuse me?” she finally glanced at me, but it was just for a second. Her gaze was back to my shoes

Seeing them getting closer to her, she began to step back.

“Tell me what process you applied while cleaning.”

“Um! I went in– I swept the floor, mopped it.”

“What about the glass? Didn't you clean it?”

She flinched, encountering a desk behind her.

She clashed to the desk as she said, “Yes I did. I cleaned it very well.”

“The bathtub–”

“Yes, a bathtub as well. I didn't leave a spot!”

“How did you clean the bathtub? Did you wet it first or rub it with a cleaning cloth?”

“Um, the water was already there so I just had to rub it and leave no stain.”

Nodding, I said, “I see.” Stroking my chin, I added, “But I am curious why the rose petals and water were all scattered on the floor?”

“That's because there was too much movement in the tub and I–” she paused and clenched her fist.

“I?”

She didn't utter a word. Gripping her chin, I lifted her face.

“Look into my eyes and tell me the process of cleaning again.”

Gulping hard, she whispered helplessly “Why? Why are you doing this to me?”

“Because I want to know–” I pulled out a box from the inner pocket of my coat. Handing it to her, I added, “-where you use it for?”