My Billionaire Step-Brothers Obsession

Chapter 5

Alex

I shifted in my chair, feeling uncomfortable. I glanced up at intervals at Richard, not wanting to be caught. I wasn't uncomfortable by the fact that I was seeing him, it was the way he was ignoring me that made me that way.

I would never in a million years have expected to meet him again, talk less expect him to be my stepbrother.

It felt super weird and crazy, as I could hardly get past the images of both of us tangled under the sheets.

I fumbled with my cutlery, and it fell out of my hand to the floor. My mom looked at me with furrowed brows, and I gave her a small smile before bending down and picking up the cutlery.

When I was seated back in my chair, I looked up at Richard once more, my eyes running over his features. He looked even more handsome than I remembered. We met at night, so maybe that was the reason I wasn't able to see him well.

"So, Alex. How has it been back at home? How's your aunt? Your mother told me you were living with your aunt," Charles said.

I looked up at him. He probably noticed the way I had been acting and thought I was uncomfortable by his presence and wanted to make me feel comfortable.

"Fine, everything's fine," I said, giving him the shortest answer I could manage.

I wished I could apologize to him because what I had said would further solidify what he was thinking. If only he knew that I was just shaken up by his son's presence.

"Oh… that's good," he said and looked down at his food.

We all continued eating in silence, and when Richard was done, he stood up from the table, and without saying anything, he left.

I sighed as I finished up my food too.

"Thank you for the meal," I said to my mom and Henry and hurried back to my room.

I shut my door and locked it as I got in. I was still stressed. My heart was beating fast the whole time, and I wasn't sure the food I had eaten would digest well.

If not been certain that he was the one that night, I would have thought I was perhaps hallucinating. But why was he acting ignorant? Wait? Is it possible that he is ashamed of me?

I lay down on my bed, feeling exhausted. Slowly, my eyes started to close, and before I knew it, I slept off.

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Loud sounds coming from somewhere woke me up. I groaned as I pushed myself up from the bed. I squinted my eyes, as I tried to get my bearings.

It was dark out, but the lights in my room were very bright.

I stood up from my bed, wondering what the sound was until my head cleared, and I realized that it was the sound of really loud moaning, and a bed hitting the wall.

I winced, disgusted by it.

Why the hell would someone be moaning so loud?

Did they think that they were the only ones in the house?

I walked to my bathroom and washed my face, but the sound only got louder.

I have to get out of here, I thought.

I left my room and walked towards the stairs, the sound of the girl's screams ringing in the hallway.

I knew it would be no one else but Richard. It had to be. Thinking about whatever was going on in that room made my skin crawl.

I walked down the stairs quickly, wanting to get away from the sound. There didn't seem to be anyone awake, so I went to the kitchen to drink water.

It was dark as it was kind of very early in the morning, and there was no one around. The lights were off too.

I picked up a glass went to the sink to get water, and sat down on the kitchen counter.

I sighed, already getting tired of the house. I had just come in, but a lot had already happened, mostly of which were not good.

I heard footsteps walking in the direction of the kitchen, and I jumped down from the counter.

I looked at the door as I drank my water, wondering who it would be, and out of the shadows, came Richard, dressed in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist.

My eyes widened as I stared at his chest and abs. The light in the kitchen was dim, but the little that got in highlighted every dip in his body. The towel was low on his body, and the was a trail of hair that led down into his towel left little to my imagination.

My mouth started to water as he walked close to me. I swallowed, hard.

Memories of the one-night stand we had started rushing into my head, blocking all reasoning.

It truly was the best s*x I had ever had, even though it sucked right now that I would even think of it.

"My eyes are up here," he said, and his voice sort of snapped me out of my daydream.

I looked up at him, a sneer making its way up to my face. I turned around, looking away from him, and dropped my cup in the sink.

Fuck! The dude was f*****g distracting but his arrogance is a big turn-off.

I decided to ignore him and just leave the kitchen, but before I knew it he had pulled me back and trapped me between the wall and himself.

"What the hell? What do you want?" I asked him angrily.

"I'm going to let it go now, because you don't know, but one thing you do not, and will never do is to walk away from me when I speak," he said, his eyes staring deep into mine.

His eyes were beautiful and it was as if they were holding me down.

"And who exactly do you think you are to tell me that?" I asked him frowning and he burst out laughing.

I looked at him like he had gone crazy, and when he was done, he looked back at me.

"I want you to make something for my girl. She's exhausted from all the screaming and rigorous exercise she just did," he said, ignoring the question I had asked.

My face distorted as I felt the irritation coming from the pit of my stomach. I looked around, giving him the benefit of the doubt. There was no way I was the one he was talking to.

"I'm talking to you, not anyone else," he said.

"I'm not your maid," I seethed.

"So what, would you rather be the one screaming in my bed instead?" he questioned, his lips so close to my ears that the warmness of his breath tickled my neckline.

God, he was such an irresistible arrogant bastard, but if this trick of his had worked on other ladies, I sure was going to make an exception.

I pushed him away from me with all the strength I could muster. I looked at him with a disgusted look on my face, but he looked back at me with a creepy smile.

"Don't ever touch me again in your life," I said and pushed past him.

I didn't look back as I marched up the stairs. The only thing I could hear was his laughter.

I groaned as I opened my door, slamming it shut behind me.

Disgusting i***t.