Torn between Stepbrothers

Chapter 16

Summer’s pov

It’s been hours since that bastard has spoken to me like a trash bag that he is and he isn’t home. My belly grumbled in hunger, my face twisted in pain as I pushed my hungry self off the bed, struggling to make my way out of the room in search of food.

There’s no way a big house such as this won’t have food, at least I would be able to make something quick.

Walking down the corridor I caught eye of the Dorian’s room, my hands shook in fear at the thought of him having a gun and the sexy thoughts I have about him, but his demeanor quickly drifted those thoughts to the back of my mind,

That guy would literally drill my brain with a bullet if I crossed paths with him again.

After a few minutes of walking aimlessly, I stumbled upon the kitchen, the door wide open like it was inviting me in for a healthy dinner, looking astound cautiously I stepped inside, my eyes drooling around the well designed kitchen, so beautiful that I could tell the designer loves to cook. The island in the middle holding fruits caught my attention as well as the mini fountain on it.

My curiosity peaked as I reached towards it, forgetting about my rumbling stomach and more intentional about exploring the beauty of the room. I reached out for a pear and washed it under the water before taking a bite out of it.

Such a big house and yet no staff? How do they maintain this place? I needed to know but it wasn’t in my place to actually meddle with stuff like this. Digging into the fridge, I ignored the containers whose content I couldn’t care less about, who knows just how long it has been in here, my eyes landed on the see through bowl that had sliced roasted chicken and another with potato salad,

“Perfect.” I mumbled, grabbing both and placing them on the island, I found a fork in one of the drawers and leaned on the island , crunching my food quickly, almost like I didn’t want anyone to get me.

The flavors of the food danced in my starved mouth, it didn’t taste like the simple potato salad my mum prepares, this tasted like it was summoned from paradise.

So engrossed in filling my belly, I didn’t hear footsteps approaching.

“Scavenging already, what doesn’t belong to you?”

The tone made me freeze with large bites of chicken in my cheeks, the fork slowly slipping from my fingers and clattering on the plate.

It was him! Why was he here? Now of all times?

I gulped, beads of sweat forming on my forehead as my fingers went numb.

Dorian leaned on the doorframe, wearing a dark shirt, his eyes gazed at me like they could easily chop me off, making my legs feel lighter than they were supposed to.

I swallowed hard, forcing the food down my throat. “I-I was hungry.” My voice sounded smaller than usual.

“Obviously.” He pushed himself off the doorframe and stroked into the kitchen, his gaze narrowing to my plate before signing in dismay. “You never thought to ask huh? Or do you lack manners or you just want to provoke me.” He spat.

My cheeks burned in dismay. “I was starving, that was the least thing on my mind.”I shot back. “It’s not like there isn’t more to it, I was even considerate to take little, or probably you want to show me that gun of yours again.” I huffed angrily, I had had enough with these people already.

A ghost smile touched his lips. “For a thief that has been caught, aren’t you a little sharp mouthed?”

His words filled me with humiliation l over again. I felt my chest tighten, and had the urge to hug something at me but I didn’t dare knowing I might get into trouble for this. “Perhaps you could have the rest. I pushed the plate towards him. “I’ve lost my appetite. Happy?”

He scoffed, giving the food a disgusting glance. “Innit eat leftovers.”

My brows creates in frustration. “What then do you want huh?” I hissed . “Int it enough that you caught me already?” I wanted to scream, hide one where until he leaves but his gaze met crippling me.

He strolled closer until he was barely a few inches away from me, I felt my skin prickle in fear, I could feel bile rise in the back of my throat. He held the glance for a few seconds that felt like eternity before speaking. “Sit.” His commanding tone wasn’t something I could defy, my body moved immediately on its own. Plopping on the stool I felt my heart raced even faster.

I stayed at him waiting for what he was about to do next, was he going to kill me? Even though I was bad at cooking I could try to replace the food I ate, beads of sweat trailed down my cheeks. He turned and said nothing as he moved to the fridge, taking out some raw food and returning to the island with them along with some eggs.

“If you’re going to sneak around at least be useful, just watch and learn how to cool a good meal before you embarrass yourself again.”

I clenched my jaws, feeling my cheeks beat up in anger or was it that I felt he was right? I never really knew how to cook and always relied on my mother’s meal because she never lets me do anything in the kitchen. Saying I was going to poison her.

Sadly it is led me to this embarrassment. I turned my gaze to the door contemplating if I could keep up with this guy or to run to my room to secure myself from more Shame. After some moments I decided to stay, there was no way I was going to give him the satisfaction of actually humiliating me.

I watched him beat the pan and add melted butter with potatoes, crisping then for a moment, then the chicken and red wine was axed with some meat things I couldn't care less about. After some while the aroma made my stomach churn in hunger. He went on to scramble some eggs in another pan.

Throughout every step of this he remained lent, I knew unlike his brother he was more quiet but the silence was deafening and I hated it. Only the sizzling sound of butter and the spatula moving around Erne pan could be heard. Be we more ficussed on cooking lie he had when he was trying to take my life with a f*****g gun!

In a few minutes he played my share and his separately, staring at the enticing delicacy before me. I could feel my mouth begin to salivate, butted sting for too long without realizing I hadn’t taken a bite from it. “Eat.” He likes it again while taking a bite from his food.

I didn’t know if he knew but eating this felt more humiliating after what he had earlier done to me.

“You don’t like it?” He arched his brows, staring at me with dark eyes.

I kept my eyes glued to the plate. “It seems good.”

“Seems?” His tone dripped with irritation. “I don’t think you’ve had anything this good.” He snapped back nonchalantly. “Don’t you think it’s more polite than the chef?”

“Even if he tried to kill me with a gun earlier?” I asked with an innocent smile.

He dropped his fork and stared up at me like u had hit the wrong button.

Am I in trouble?