Stolen By My Step-Brother

"Choose me"

"You want to go home?" Cole repeated as he placed his fork beside his plate. I nodded my head, biting my bottom lip as I saw a saddened expression gloom his features. Sitting with Cole and enjoying a date seemed to me like a mistake. Ever since the argument with Mike in the car, he has been avoiding me again, and I simply thought that maybe I could forget about it too. However, every time I was with Cole, I continued to wish that it was Mike with me. I dropped my fork onto the plate as well, sending a stressful hand through my curled hair. Cole watched a waiter come our way and signalled to her, "Could we have the bill please?"

He paid for our food, and we exited the restaurant with our hands interlaced. In the car, I leaned against the window, sighing as I rested my eyes and closed them. He drove in silence as well, glancing in my direction a few times but never said anything. However, when we parked in my driveway, he reached for my jaw and attempted to kiss me, but I was stiff and he immediately stopped.

He pulled back, locking eyes with me and paused. He was reading me, but I did not look away. "You've been different," he muttered, taking off his seatbelt. "What's going on August?"

I could not be honest with Cole, I didn't want to hurt him. Therefore, I just decided to sigh and say, "I miss home." He reached forward, and wrapped his arms around my shoulders, hugging me tightly as comfort. I wish I had told him that day. However, we sat in silence as he gently brushed his fingers along my back and I leaned into him. Cole had been a support system, but it was also being conflicted with Mike, whom had his own support from Alyssa, to which he constantly returned to. I felt nausea begin twirling in my stomach, and hurriedly exited the car, before Cole could as why my features became distorted. I waved a hand as his car drifted off onto the road and distanced itself from me.

As I entered my home, I closed the door behind me and headed towards the kitchen. I was starving, since I had not eaten at all during the date, no appetite surfacing. However, my stomach had suddenly began grumbling, and I needed some food in my system. I threw my jacket onto a chair and opened the fridge, my eyes directing me to milk, and I decided to make some quick cereal. However, as I sat down at the dining table to eat, I heard footsteps approaching the dining room. I glanced upwards, and locked eyes with his amethyst ones, and my muscles instantly ran stiff. He had been ignoring me, but when he locked eyes with me, his brow furrowed, and worry fell behind his gaze.

"August?" He whispered, squinting his eyes to clear his vision. He raised an eyebrow, but my gaze lowered to his bare upper body. However, he approached me, towering over me since I was seated. "Is everything okay?" he asked, his tone filled with concern.

I paused, before slowly beginning to nod my head, and when I did, he scoffed and continued his way to the kitchen. When he returned from the kitchen, he grabbed a seat across from me with some cereal as well, and began munching on his food. I observed him pull his phone from his pajama pocket, and began scrolling through his social media as he ate. I raised an eyebrow in his direction, but he did not meet my gaze once. He had returned to ignoring me, and heavy sigh escaped my lips. If I wanted to speak with him, now was a very lucky and good opportunity.

I cleared my throat, "Can we talk?" I hoped for a reaction, but there was no response. He continued to scroll through his feed, munching on his food as if nobody had said anything to him. I bit my bottom lip, searching for something that could possibly get his attention. I helplessly raised my eyes, but anger was beginning to float in the pits of my stomach. "Mike, I don't know what you want from me. I wish you could be an adult, and talk to me about it instead ignoring me like a kid."

He scoffed, chuckling as if what I had said was unintelligent. After shaking his head, he did not respond, and instead rolled his eyes and continued scrolling through his feeds. I narrowed my eyes in his direction, slamming my fist against the table. That certainly got his attention, since his eyes rapidly flew up, locking gaze with me. "You're . . ." I hesitated, stumbling over my words before I spat, " . . .stupid. You're selfish, childish, rude, egotistical, and annoying."

A smirk pulled his lips as he continued to chew his food. "You make everything always about you, and make damn sure that every one else knows you're hurt, but have no knowledge of how you hurt others," I growled, attempting to smear that smirk from his lips. It remained, and I forced myself to remain composed. I searched for something that would really hurt his feelings, or force him to speak, and there was one thing I knew that would do that. I cleared my throat, "I don't know what Nina lied about," I saw his ears perk and his smirk instantly become dry, "but it's also your fault for believing it. You must have been stupid."

He stopped chewing his food, his eyes becoming absent as he met my gaze. However, they soon became deadly, as a raging glare responded to my attack, and before I could understand what was occurring, he leaped over the table and placed his palm around my neck. I laid onto the floor, my head pressed against the tiles as he kneeled over me, his fingers squeezing my neck in hopes to cut my air supply. He certainly was, and I struggled to breathe for a few seconds, before he leaned forward and placed his forehead against my chest, letting go of my neck. I gasped for air, my heart slowing its beating as I stared at him.

"You got me to move," he finally whispering, raising his head to stare at me, "And to talk." There was hurt behind his gaze, and I knew I had upset him. Before he could stand back up, I leaned towards him and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling his face towards me. Our lips connected, and all the butterflies that I had missed, began twirling within my stomach as his familiar warm big hands roamed my body. He left my neck, the hunger causing him to bite my flesh and I moaned, feeling the pleasure rise within my bones. Trembling, I reached for his hair, gripping it as he continued to make his way down. However, before he reached my part, he stopped, and backed up from me. I sat up, raising an eyebrow as he bit his bottom lip hungrily.

"Take off your dress," he commanded.

I looked around, "What if someone walks in on us?"

"They won't."

"I don't think that would be a good idea,"

"I want to see you naked," he breathed, his eyes roaming my physique before returning to my gaze.

I bit my bottom lip; I wanted him too, so much. I raised an eyebrow, "Your room?"

"Yours?"

"Either or."

"Then mine," he growled, leaping towards me as I sat up, giggling. His fingers gripped the end of my dress and pulled it over my head, and I began tugging at his pants, pushing down to undress him. He took off his pants, and his boxers, and I pulled my thong. Naked and chuckling, we raced up to his room, and the instance we were inside, he pushed me, my back slamming against the door and reached for my neck. His ferocious gaze, as if he had been starving for weeks and was about to devour, examined my entire body before shoving his mouth onto mine. The aggressiveness was all I needed, and my nails dug into his back for grip. It hurt him, as he grunted from his skin being grazed, but he returned his lips to mine. "That f*****g hurt," he whispered.

"Do worse to me," I cooed before he lifted me, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He pushed me onto the bed, getting on top of me and racing to my private part. He used his fingers, his tongue, and it caused my insides to dance, the pleasure too much to handle. I moaned terribly loud, to the point that he pressed his palm above my mouth, raising his head two seconds to say, "Stop f*****g screaming, they'll hear you, f*****g idiot."

I nodded my head, feeling the drive of ecstasy control my bones as I began quivering, the sudden burst of drug exploding in my body all at once. I gasped for air as he retreated from me, staring at my face as I slowly regained my composure. I raised an eyebrow, wondering why he had stopped. He placed his palms on either sides of my waist, his body in between my raised legs. I frowned at him, staring at him and noticed his pupils begin to grow.

"What's wrong?"

His face had a saddened emotion, and he tightened his lips into a tight line. Suddenly, he shook his head, and pushed himself off the bed. A heavy sigh escaped his tongue, as he shoved a hand through his hair, his back towards me.

I sat up in the bed, "Mike, what's wrong?"

He shook his head again. "I can't do this," he mumbled.

"What?"

"I said I can't do this," he turned to face me. "I can't."

I felt my heart begin to ache, and all the ecstasy filled with pleasure instantly collapsed. My fingers squeezed the blanket before lifting my knees to my chest, wrapping my arms around them. My fingers reached in my hair, "Are you going to tell me why?"

He shook his head with his head low, "No."

I scoffed, "That's not fair Mike—"

"I don't give a f**k about being fair August."

I felt betrayed, crossing my arms over my knees. I was upset, very upset oddly enough, and raised my head just to find his back still facing me. "You lied to me then," I hissed.

He finally turned around, "When?"

"You told me you liked me."

"That was the truth, you idiot."

"You always preach about people needing to tell the truth, and hating when people lie because Nina always lied to you. But you're doing the same f*****g thing right now!" I screamed.

He raised an eyebrow, "The f**k are you talking about? You're being f*****g dramatic, I never f*****g lied and stop mentioning Nina, you slut."

"No, you're being f*****g dramatic you dumb f**k," I cried, meeting his gaze with my furious one. His eyes widened, and it was evident he had not been expecting this tone. "You told me you liked me. If you liked me, then why can't you do this? It's just s*x isn't it?"

"Because it's not just s*x," he roared, "You're so f*****g stupid, I hate you."

"Then what is it then, if it's not just s*x?"

"I'm falling in f*****g love with you August!" he cried, opening his arms wide in defeat. "And I don't want to. Just staring at you naked, talking to you, looking at you; it's making me fall deeper. Having s*x with you is worse, because it makes my heart beat so fast, and I even get nervous, I don't f*****g like that feeling. Seeing you with Cole, going out with him, it just. . ." his teeth gritted, "It just makes me wanna kill him. He's taking what's mine, and I don't f*****g like it. I want to call you babe, and want to have s*x with you every single hour of the day, on the kitchen table, in the bathroom, in the pool, on our parent's bed. I've had s*x with so many girls, but with you, it's just different." He chuckled a bit before returning to a cold smile. "Alyssa is more than just my girlfriend. I use to love her, I don't anymore, and I know she's a b***h. But, she helped me with Nina, and that's something I will forever be grateful for. So please," he bit his bottom lip with a saddened gaze staring at me, "Don't make this any harder than it already is, you f*****g asshole."

It was hard hearing all those truths, but I was not sure how I felt. I knew I liked him, a little too much, but I was not prepared to no longer speak with him, and ignore him as if he did not exist. I sighed, standing to my feet and approached him, terribly close that he took a step backwards. It was evident that his body was hungry, aching to reach forward and make me his. However, it was terrifying seeing the way he held his ground.

"Please choose me," I cooed, meeting his gaze. I pressed my palms on his jaw, forcing his eyes to remain on mine. "You stupid f**k, choose me. I don't care about Alyssa, I want you to be with me."

Mike paused for a moment, and I saw how hard it was, gritting his teeth. Soon, he leaned forward, and placed a kiss on my cheek, his decision being final.