Torn between Stepbrothers

Chapter 14

Summer’s pov

“What are you doing?” I asked meekly, my heart literally in my throat at this point, his wet hair letting water drop on his shirtless tattooed skin and for a moment I was distracted by their intriguing designs, the water droplets trailing down his skin making it glistened under the room light.

His eyes darkened but staring deeper into them, I could catch a hint of anger but they faded away almost immediately.

“How did you get in here?” He asked again, hiss. Pics was hoarse but it had a soft tone to it.

I darted my eyes away, my legs almost giving out staring at the gun aimed at me, my lips parted open to speak but I could barely make out a word.

“I…it’s my room.” I stuttered.

He arched his brows, staring intently at me like ne was in disbelieve.”why I you mean-“

The door suddenly swam open, both our beds turned to see who it was and there my savior was standing at the doorway with an unmoved look on his face. “Come here Summer, you walked into the wrong room.” Trey stretched out his arm, calling to me. “Sorry about that Dorian.”

Dorian? Wait! This tall handsome figurine is his elder brother Dorian?

I turned to him again, my eyes trailing at his countless tattoos that spread across his upper shoulder to his left arm. For a moment it seemed I had seen them but didn’t pay much attention to it, I needed to get the hell out of here.

Trey walked towards us with a blank expression but a burning gaze as he faced his brother. “Don’t act up in front of our sister.” He held Dorian’s wrist tight, trying to lower the gun but Dorian remained unmovable.

“Sister?” Dorian frowned. “Since when did we have a sister?”

Trey rolled his eyes. “Well dad finally found true love and the woman has a daughter.”

I guess this was new info to him although he didn’t show it on his face, he moved away slapping his brother’s arm away and turned to me. “Don’t you ever come in here or touch my stuff, otherwise bullets will end up in you.”

I stared up at him again, no gaze burning with fury before Trey pulled me closer to himself and made our way out of the room. I could still feel Dorian’s eyes piercing into my back and if gazes coho kill, I’m quite sure I would have died minutes ago.

Once we were out of the room, Trey turned around and pinned me to the wall, hand above my head. “You really are crazy huh? Why would you do something likethat? Dorian isn’t someone you mess with okay?”

I stood there staring quietly as he spoke. “The room right next to us is yours, if you want to live in this house then you have to listen well or you live to regret the consequences.”

Regret? Consequences? Okay what could possibly be that bad for me to regret? My stepbrothers who act like they want to kill themselves must from the way they glare at each other or the fact that I f****d my stepbrother or the fact that my stepbrother is my mate? What?!

Without saying a word to him, I shrugged him off and walked towards my room. “I need to wash up.” I said before locking the door behind, staring at the interior of my room. I loved it at first glance but was too tired to dawn at it, I was famished and needed to rest..

In less rehab an hour I had showered and ready to call Aubrey, while in this senower I summoned the courage to tell her what had really happened, including the fact that Trey is my step brother

Slumping tiredly on my bed,? I let out a sigh of relief when my stomach grumbled in hunger, now that I thought about it. I haven’t had anything to eat.

I got up from my bed and made my way to the door, opening and jerking back almost immediately. “Hey.” I waved timidly. At the sight of Trey “what are you doing here?” I asked

“Wanna go grab something to eat?” He asked, a blank expression stt try I’ll spread across his face.

I hesitated a moment, for such a big house, isn’t there a cook?

“We don’t have one, I can’t cook and Dorian is such a dickhead he won’t want to cook.” Trey shrugged his shoulders.

So Dorian isn’t just yummily handsome? He’s a great cook? Now my imagination is running wild.

I was about to decline but my stomach rumbled, reminding me that I didn’t have a choice.

“Fine.” I nodded, stepped out of my room and walked alongside him.

“Get your stomach ready because you will be getting over fed..” he informed me, I glanced at him for a moment, grasping a smug smile on his lips.

Overfed how?

“It’s a ramen noodle shop, they make the best ramen noodles.” He continued to ramble on as we made our way down the stairs.

Why had imagined going to eat at a seven star restaurant? A ramen shop? Well i don’t get to make choices for now so i obliged.

I caught sight of a lady standing with her back facing us, she wore a black mini ruffle skirt, revealing her soft smooth long legs accentuated with heels and a pink crop top, her brown hair tied to a ponytail.

I arched my brows wondering who she was, hearing our footsteps she turned with a big smile on her lips. “Hey baby.”

I froze. Eyes widened as soon as her smile dropped.

What the f**k is that b***h dong here?