My Billionaire Step-Brothers Obsession

Chapter 7

ALEX.

“ I heard, you two went shopping yesterday?” Mr. Devile spoke while I managed to evade everywhere my mother breathed and walked.

My spoon stopped midway to my mouth and my mother released a chuckle and I resumed eating without looking at either one of them.

“so, how was it?” he questioned some more and I heard my mother take in a breath, a cue to tell me she was about to speak.

I drew my chair, purposely producing a screeching sound and I stood up, stopping the start of a conversation I didn’t want to be forced into.

My mother looked at me perplexed and a brow raised in annoyance but I kept my gaze straight as I grabbed my plate from the table.

“excuse me,” I said subtly and moved away from the table, without so much as a backward glance.

I wasn’t about to start pretending that yesterday wasn’t a shitty excuse to be insulted and another way to remind me that this woman was not my mother but just someone who gave birth to me.

There was nothing motherly about her and what kind of woman takes her child through so much and then slay her at the forefront?

I scoffed and decided since she wanted to be a b***h then I could play that same game. I dumped my dishes in the sink and almost immediately, my mother’s face appeared out of nowhere the moment I turned.

I rolled my eyes and she scoffed.

“Young lady!” she yelled from behind me and I walked even faster, I walked to the pool and proceeded to lay on one of the tan tables, casually taking a fashion magazine to block out the morning sun from hurting my eyes.

The next thing I felt, was the book being removed from the front of my face, the light from the sun reached the back of my eyelids and I cringed.

“Look, we had a nice time yesterday didn’t we?” she asked and my eyes tore open, I winced at the direct sunlight but I frowned at her audacity.

“we? We had fun?” I asked her, incredulous that she even felt an iota of that lie. If there was anybody that had fun then I sure wasn’t in the room when all the fun was ongoing.

“you wake me up abruptly, you drag me from my room, throw out my clothes then reject all of the clothes I picked at our ‘fun event’” I air-quoted

“is the fuss about that rubbish you had in your wardrobe?” she asked and I scoffed again.

“Those were my clothes that you had no f*****g right to!” I yelled and she went silent a bit.

“Look, if this is about the clothes then I have replaced your wardrobe with clothes that are worth your name. I don’t see why you are still uptight about some fashion disaster” she said and for a minute I believed my yelling had broken her but I was glad to remember that she was still a b***h.

“This isn't about the stupid clothes Mother,” I said harshly and she gasped.

“is this about the little joke at the shop?” she asked and placed a hand on her lips. My eyes widened in surprise that she even acknowledged what she had done wrong.

“oh honey, I didn’t know that you were that sensitive, I would have said something milder,” she said and I gasped in surprise.

Was there an end to her atrocities?

“Look, let me make it up to you OK? You don’t have to avoid me anymore” she said suddenly being dismissive about everything I had earlier said and my shoulders dropped.

“we’re having a family dinner out, you are coming with us,” she said and she began to stand up but there was anger spreading and morphing into a frown.

There was no way I was going to go to dinner with her, I would rather starve in my room.

“I’m going to take a nightcap on that, “ I said and stood up first.

My mother looked like she had something else to say but frankly, I had heard enough.

“you need me to make sure that tomorrow is a success, right?” I asked, baiting her and she folded her hands.

“good impressions matter Alex, you should know that, and yes, I cannot stress enough how much tomorrow has to be perfect, it would help you to be able to stand on your own,” she said like she was proud of what her brain had just cooked up and I sniffed any form of anger showing on my face.

“Enjoy your dinner,” I said, ignoring her statement and walking inside, I needed to make sure I was far away from her by all means.

She was driving me crazy and I could hardly wait to make enough money and move out of here.

I was so mad that I wasn’t looking at where I was going and I suddenly bumped into something, my legs bounced back and I lost my footing.

My eyes widened at the realization that I was about to not just lose my footing but I was about to fall on my bum.

But luckily, my waist was suddenly encircled by a force, as my brain registered what was happening, I realized it was a hand and when the person pushed me up, my eyes met the deep blues of Richard and my face grew hot as my eyes instinctively went to his lips.

I stood upright and moved away from him as though he burned me and I regretted it almost immediately because my eyes moved from his bare chest which was decorated in different beads of sweat to his stomach abs that begged for my touch.

My neck was hot and my mouth became dry

“I didn’t see you --”

I didn’t wait for him to finish speaking when I ran up the stairs closest to me up to my room and banged the door.

I immediately slumped to the ground, why on earth did it have to be either my mother or my one-night secret stand turned step brother?

Now I was faced with the dilemma of the devil and the deep blue sea.

If I went to the dinner with my mother, the worst that could happen would be me leaving the dinner In anger but if I stayed at home alone with Richard, the sins we would commit? It wouldn’t stop.

I hated how much he affected me, how nervous I was around him. He was like that bad boy everyone warns you about, but you just want a little taste of him.

In my case though, I would say I want the complete package, too back he is my step brother.

I sighed as I already knew the decision I was going with.

A few hours later I was sitting in a round table setting with my mother and her husband.

‘This wasn’t so bad’ I thought to myself.

‘I could just survive this night’ I was chiding myself on the back till my mother’s eyes lit up as the door to the restaurant squeaked open.

“I almost thought you weren't coming” I heard Mr. Devile say and my eyes closed in defeat.

Oh, no!

“And miss this? Not for the world” Richard replied with a smirk as he quickly sat next to me and from that moment my concentration was no longer there.

Everything about him was so f*****g distracting and aphrodisiac

His aura, his expensive perfume, his clothing? I performed the worst acts in my head as conversations went back and forth.

Unable to take it anymore, I drew my chair back and the conversations stopped immediately.

I gave a small smile.

“just the bathroom” I whispered and the conversations carried on.

I walked out of there within seconds and heaved a deep sign of relieve the moment I entered the ladies restroom.

I stared at myself in the bathroom mirror and I could see how much I wanted Richard to bend me over and f**k me on that table, I sighed in frustration.

My situation was more complicated than I planned for.

‘how hard could one dinner get?” I muttered to myself as I washed my hands and threw the disposable paper towel away.

I sighed and took a deep breath, just when I was about opening the door, I saw it flank open with force.

My eyes widened and my feet skidded to a stop…

“what! … What are you doing here?” I suddenly squeaked, my throat going dry as my eyes searched Richard.