My Billionaire Step Brother

Chapter 1

Jane POV:

He has soul sucking eyes, the color of storming ocean on a cloudy day, the kind of day you’ll spend at home in bed making love. Dark messy hair, outrageous sensual plump lips and a very masculine jawline keeps you staring at him, having no control of yourself. Strong heavily build body so obvious underneath that Armani outfit.

I’m talking about the man that just entered this second rate diner. He doesn’t belong here. A Michelin 5-stars restaurant would suit him better.

He glances at his limited edition Rolex with reprimanding eyes, silently cursing the one that is probably late to the meeting. Who would dare do that?

Is it a man or a woman, the one he expects? I can’t tell, although it’s my secret pleasure to read people’s minds. Not to brag, but I get things right most times.

There are two types of intelligence in this world. Native and achieved through learning. Mine is definitely native, yet I tend to read a lot too.

Lust.

First time since my divorce, I feel l**t stirring inside me for the stranger in this shabby location. I avoid looking around usually, seems that I am at lose. I cross my legs to undermine the rampant desire from down there. Every pore on my body is suddenly wide awake.

Interesting.

Life has been boring lately. And the fact that I did not get laid since like a year or so does not help.

I continue analyzing him while I sip the last drops of my coffee. And I’m not the only one, the three ladies at the table from my right side did nothing but whisper and giggle at each other since he entered the room. They eyed him down from head to toe, he has everybody under some sort of spell, and even the men in here feel a sort of intimidation.

He is truly breathtaking, this absurdly handsome man. And it’s sure as hell that he would never pay attention to someone who dines in this slummy place, any of the women here would throw themselves at his feet, if he only crooked a finger.

But they better not get their hopes high. This kind of men never take a second regard at someone whose looks would not match the glamorous ones from top magazines. There is no one in here to fit in this description.

I feel sorry for myself, as I finished both my food and my coffee, now I’ll have to leave the place, no reason to linger around any longer. I’ve enjoyed this the same way I would enjoy a good show, but sitting here and drooling over the hot stranger would not pay the rent.

I request the bill and while I wait for the waiter to bring it to my table, I check my make up and put my jacket on. I pay what I owe plus the 15% tip, it’s a dump this place, but food is great and I come here every day, I know every employee by name.

Heading to the exit, I watch puzzled as the man makes his way in my direction with fluid grace, breath stuck in my throat, I feel the need to swallow my saliva. His gape takes me in almost hungrily, his eyes travelling up and down my body, I almost feel the need to check and make sure I have clothes on.

The three women at the right side table, along with the other ones from nearby are exchanging full of questions glances and exclamations, I’m part of the show now. If I had known sooner, I would have collected payment by selling tickets.

“Are you Jane Moore?” He inquires with a penetrating tone, vibrating with masculinity.

“Yes.” I struggle to find my voice to answer, it came out unfamiliar anyway. “And you are?”

“Stephan Holmes.” He adds. “Do you know who I am?”

Yeah, I know very well this damned name. I’ve hoped that I’ll never meet a member of the Holmes family. Performance is over, it was fun while it lasted, I resent every cell of my body that felt aroused by his presence.

I nod as a ‘yes’. I’m not even going to waste words on him.

“You need to come with me!” He demands.

Like I would go anywhere with him. “That will never happen!” I declare, loud and clear.

“It’s urgent!” He insists, grabbing me by the shoulder, invading my personal space, a way too familiar touch, that happened to hit me like a lightning sensation, not that I would know how that really feels. My heart skipped a beat, waves of heat flooded my entire body at that simple touch. I take his hand away from my shoulder, staring at him with disgust.

“I’ve reserved a hotel room at…”

“I’m sure you did, but I wouldn’t care!” I interrupt him, I have no interest whatsoever to know where he’s hosted.

Stephan POV:

I’ve seen her in pictures, but they did not do her any justice, for Jane was even more beautiful in person. As much as I hate to admit even to myself, she is the most gorgeous woman I’ve seen in my entire life.

Her eyes are of almond shape and honey color, same as her hair, which she wears in long curls. Flawlessly shaped nose along with full red lips are adorning her face. Smooth and perfectly tanned skin that is a perfect match for her lasciviously curved and well-defined body is begging to be kissed.

Although she is to no degree my type, at least I’ll have a sort of pleasure while taking my revenge, her family ruined all that Holmes family built through generations, sufferings and despair were our friend over the years, until we have prevailed against all the hardships and made a name for ourselves. A name that brings instant terror upon hearing. The Holmes name.

The Moore family can’t come and take it all away, just like that.

If I wouldn’t hate her kind so much, probably things would have taken a different turn between the two of us, except that I hate them and she’ll have to pay the price.

While glaring at me with a level of loathe, after I said who I am, I have to deliver her some terrible news. “Your father was involved in a car accident.”

“W-what?” As if coming in contact with an invisible wall, she suddenly stopped for she was on her way out.

“Come with me, we should talk in a private place!” I show her the way to my car, she is trembling from head to toe, whereas the other customers are watching everything with fervent interest.