Affair with my Billionaire Stepbrother

Chapter 7 - Annoying Tricks They Pull Against Each Other

Sean did not get out of his room the next day. According to the the housemaids, he usually goes golfing or fireshooting in weekend, but he's oddly quiet that Sunday. He asked for lunch in his office in the house and after that, I did not hear anything from him again. I took that opportunity to roam around. The library was impressively full of all types of books. History, Fiction, Romance, Horror, Language and all genres. I had fun scanning the almanac, it's actually my first time seeing that.

For dinner, I thought he's going to get out, but he asked for a glass of water and medicine for flu. He might have caught a flu from what happened last night. I asked the housemaid to ask him if he's alright, but he said it's just a simple headache.

Warren called so late that night, so I was not able to answer his call. The next day, I woke up early to see Sean's condition. When I went down, he was having breakfast alone while reading something on his iPad.

"G-good morning." I greeted. He looked up to me. After glancing on the screen of his gadget, I confirmed that he's reading news.

"Good..." He coughed several times before continuing. "Good morning. Have a seat, so we can have breakfast together."

I'm guilty that he caught a cold because of me. I shook my head and smiled.

"I have to go ahead. Today's schedule is tight." He gave me a strange look. I just came here to check his condition.

"Do you need a driver?" He asked when I'm still not walking away. Guilt is eating me alive especially when he squeezed his nose with tissue before standing. He looks pale, and his eyes are drowsy.

"Hmm.. You don't look so good. Are you still going to work today?" As expected, he showed me that infamous grin again. His head tilted and watched my reaction closer.

"Are you concerned about me?" He asked in a dangerous tone.

"I-i'm just guilty. That's different from being concerned." I murmured.

"It's been so long since I had someone who actually cares. You don't have to worry, Chunsa. I know my body; this is nothing."

"Are you sure, Sean?"

"Stop pouting. I felt like being seduced so early in Monday morning." My forehead wrinkled. Why does he give meaning to everything?

He fixed his tie, but that's enough to put me in awe. He looks so good in gray tuxedo with that leopard print necktie. I gulped when my eyes went to his lips. What am I doing?

"If you are really guilty, bring me lunch. I am always so busy that I always neglect taking a break in noon."

"No! You think you're the only one who's busy?!" He's a billionaire but can't even have three meals a day. I can't believe him.

"Okay. Then just a kiss in the cheeks will do. I felt so dizzy all of a sudden. I need the proper medication to this aching heart." I gave him a warning look.

"You better stop your games, Sean. Treat me decently as your stepsister. If you keep this up, I really have to leave."

"You think I will allow that?" His confidence is shaking mine.

"Whatever. Just take your medicine and hydrate yourself from time to time. You're not a kid anymore, so eat when it's time for meal." I walked fast so he won't be able to say something more. For the first time, the last words in an argument came from me. What a great way to start this week.

A scream automatically escaped my mouth when I saw the tires of my car. All of them were flat! I didn't leave the house yesterday, so I did not have the chance to check it after the driver picked it up from the club last Saturday night.

"Ooops. What a disaster!"

Sean's mocking tone from behind was enough to pull my trigger. I faced him, and I clearly saw how his sleepy eyes sparkled.

"What did you do to my car?!" With greeted teeth and furrowed forehead, I asked. He has no idea how mad I am right now. He dared to touch my car! And what's more annoying is that smile in his face.

"I told you before not to take any man to my house. The situation that night didn't allow me to shoot him in the head, so your tires..."

"Are you that immature?!" He walked towards me, and I kept our eyes locked. I just want to slap him, but I;m still considering the fact that he's sick.

"I was just going to let that pass, but I heard that man is a fan of yours. Jealousy hit me, so I practiced my fireshooting skills, and your car happened to be around that night. No worries. I'll ask someone to change the tires with the best quality before this day ends. For now, I can give you a ride to your office." His lips pursed in infuriating way again. I screamed again in so much annoyance.

"Damn you, Sean Montenegro! I take back what I said earlier. I definitely don't care whatever happens to you! Go to hell!" I screamed when I turned around and dialed my driver's number. I felt the rush of my heart when I saw closely what happened to my dear car. Tears escaped my left eye in so much hatred of that guy.

"Good morn..." I didn't allow the driver to greet me that. Nothing's good in the morning.

"What happened to my car?!"

"W-why, ma'am? It was in perfect c-condition when I took it b-back to Montenegro's m-mansion." He seemed shocked with my reaction. I took deep breaths to calm myself down. No one's at fault for what happened but Sean f*****g Montenegro.

"Okay. Sorry for shouting. I know it's Sean's fault. Can you please take it to the maintenance shop later if you're not busy? It's scheduled for maintenance check up next week anyway. For now, I'll use mom's white Audi. Please bring it to my office before lunch. Thank you."

I am fussing all morning in the office thinking how I can get back to what he did. To be able to do something like that, one must be truly evil and has no conscience. When I went out of my office, I saw my secretary placing order for their lunch. I remember that he's asking for lunch after catching a cold because of that night. I thought of a great idea to get even.

Right after my last meeting in the morning, I dialed the number in Montenegro's house. An old lady answered it; if I'm right she's the head of housemaids.

"This is Chunsa. May I ask what are Sean's favorite food? I'm planning to bring him lunch." An evil smile is playing in my lips while asking that.

I heard him asking for the list of dishes that Sean loves. Each day, I'm more impressed with how much like a king he's treated in that house.

"He's specifically sensitive with food. Sir Sean loves Italian... bruschetta, beef brasato and mushroom risotto. These past few days, he always requests for korean barbeque and chicken. Some of his favorite local foods are adobo and cheesy grilled boneless milkfish." I really don't care about those, but it's necessary to ask that first before the my next question.

"What about allergy in food? Does he have any allergy?"

"There are only particular seafood dishes that Sean eats. We never cook seafood meals unless he asks for it. According to his medical record, he's allegic to scallops and salmons. When it comes to drinks, he prefers distilled water to any colored drinks. He also takes maintenance medicine for his eyes which he mixes with water, so it's better if you don't bring him any beverage."

"Okay. Thank you so much. What about the taste? Does he like sweet or spicy foods?" I can't help but smile.

"He hates spicy foods. Anything would do, but spicy."

I searched for the nearby restaurants that offer seafood dishes around his company. I asked a favor to make the seared scallops extra spicy. I excitedly took mom's car to the tower where the Montenegro's head office is located. Their hotels are known for the extravagant exterior and interior designs, so I am not surprised to see another lavish building owned by them.

The woman in the general information desk scrutinized me when I asked for Sean's office.

"What is your relationship with Mr. Montenegro, ma'am?" It was only a simple question, but her eyes are glaring at me.

"I am his stepsister. Kindly tell him that Chunsa Lopez is waiting for him in the lobby. I won't waste more than 3 minutes in waiting for him. I will leave if he's still not yet here after that time." She seemed taken aback when she heard the word stepsister. I thought I was popular enough after walking all those runways and endorsing all those products.

"He requested for you in his office." She signaled something to one of the guards.

"Please assist Ms. Lopez to the executive floor."

Ii tried to keep the appraisal to myself when the elevator opened. The executive floor looks like a presidential suite. The walkway was too grand. The paintings hanging on the wall could cost million of dollars. Does everyone have the privilege to appreciate this beauty?

There are four people in the executive secretaries table. I met one of them in the wedding. There are two men and one another woman in their spacious table. One of the ladies who look like the same age as me escorted me to his office. She knocked twice before opening the door.

"Ms. Lopez is already here, sir." I saw a wide receiving area when I took several steps.

"Thank you. Please lock the door and refuse to let anyone come in while we're talking." Everthing in that room is a shade of white and black. My jaw dropped when I saw the popular painting of Leafpolim hanging on the guest area. That can't be fake! I had to take a deep breath to come back to my senses. I am more than amazed with how beautiful the interior is.

When my eyes finally reached the man, I saw his loosened necktie and folded white long sleeve still looking sexy on him. Not a thing in his life can go wrong. His white swivel chair made him look more imposing and superior.

"You really live a lavish life." I said quietly. My stilettos made a sound in that quiet room. He scanned me from head to toe with those sparkling eyes. Before I forget my reason of coming here, I put the paper bag containing his lunch. His brow raised before he rose from his seat.

"You put poison in there?" I rolled my eyes. He walked towards me and cornered me to his table. I avoided his gaxe by looking to the left. Damn. He smells so manly.

"Why would I do that? I just thought your condition might get worse if you skip lunch." Eew. I cringe when I heard myself talked.

"Thank you, babe." I was caught off guard when he gave a smooch to my lips. He checked the food inside the paper bag before going to the receiving area. Still devastated from what he did, I watched him get excited with the food. It looks appetizing that I felt hungry too.

"We have here... salmon." I smiled as soon as his voice became sarcastic. His eyes grew dark on me.

"Consider yourself lucky enough to taste my favorite food in the world, Sean. Don't get sick again." I walked the distance between us. His eyes followed me, and if the fire showing in there can just burn me, I will be ashes on the ground now.

"Really?" He asked again.

"Yup. Take a bite before it gets cold." I am surprised when he sliced it thick. Just say that you're allergic with it. Admit that you're weak at some things. My hand moved up when he ate it. He was not contented with one, so he took another slice. My heart raced when I noticed that he's having a hard time breathing. He stood and smiled.

"That tastes really great, Chunsa. But it's a little spicy. Wait here for a while. I'll just get water. Do you... want anything?" He's smiling when he's obviously having a hard time.

"Are you dumb?!" I shouted.

He sat again looking so weak.

"Why?" His drowsy eyes slowly closed.

"Sean Montenegro!!! You dumb billionaire!" Tears ran down my face when I walked out of that office to ask for help. His secretaries gave me a weird look when I came out catching my breath.

"P-please call the ambulance. He had an allergy attack." I went back inside to see the unconscious Sean. I moved away the food from him, and tried to poke his face. He's not breathing! Did I kill the only heir of Montenegro?