My Forbidden Billionaire Stepbrother

Shirley Smith carefully opened the door, pouting. It was dark inside and the house seemed to be empty. Her uncle and aunt had told her that they would be away for a trip and it would be long before they came back. She let out a long breath before closing the door. Then she turned on the lights in the living room and changed into her slippers. After heading to the kitchens for a large glass of lemon water to quench her thirst, she headed up the stairs slowly to the second floor. She was so tired that all she ever wanted right now was the cozy comfort of her bed and a good night's sleep. Her hand was already on the handle of her door when she heard strange noises coming from inside. Wait a minute... That sounded like a woman's moan?! Shirley looked around to make sure that she got to the right door. Yes, this is my room! Feeling perturbed, Shirley wrung the doorknob quickly and opened the door. The sudden deluge of light blindsided her, causing her to squint her eyes. But when she once again regained her vision, what she saw almost made her think that she had fallen into the looking-glass and landed in another world. A man and woman were lying on her bed, staring at her, aghast with disbelief sprawled all over their faces. Women's clothing and even undergarments were scattered everywhere on the floor. A tense silence pervaded for what seemed like seconds before Shirley finally reacted. Covering her eyes, she wheeled around and hurried for the door, mumbling quickly again and again, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I saw nothing! Nothing!" She slammed the door shut behind her before leaning against the wall outside. Then she looked up at the ceiling overhead, her hands rubbing the wall non-stop as if to alleviate the mounting angst and anxiety that never stopped causing her heart to beat furiously. She might have seen them both, but everything had happened so quickly and the fright had prevented her from comprehending what actually happened inside. Caught between curiosity and shock, she began wondering if she should just go back to school. But it was late and going back to school at night sounded very scary. Before Shirley could calm down, she heard a man shouting in the room, "Get out of here." The cold male voice that she could recognize elicited an involuntary shudder from her. The door of the room opened suddenly and a more-than-half-naked woman bolted out of the room, clutching her clothes in her arms. She did not forget to glance resentfully at Shirley as she ran past her. Shirley pursed her lips, but she knew how it felt. No one could be happy with someone else barging in when they were about to have s*x. Shirley had a quick look at the woman, a petite and lithe lass with heavy makeup. Curled her lips wryly, she watched as the woman fled in a panic. So, he likes this type of woman, eh? Shirley must have been so occupied by the surprise of seeing the woman and the shock of finding what they did inside her room that she did not notice the presence of an impending danger. The door opened once more, and this time, the tall silhouette of a lean and rangy man loomed over Shirley. The cold presence of the man she knew hit her face-first like the icy breath of winter. Shirley could feel the muscles on her face going taut and tense as she pursed her lips, unable to raise her head while her breathing turned more rapid. The man suddenly seized her chin and brusquely tilted her head up, forcing her to look straight into his eyes. "Charlie Johnson..." Pain shot up from her chin, causing Shirley to grimace slightly while she instinctively spoke the man's name. The man's expression softened not one bit at all. Only then did Shirley realize the danger that's facing her. She opened her panicked eyes wide and stared at Charlie, who was standing in front of her. "You've got guts," he said slowly, his voice so cold that only by hearing it could suffocate her. Shirley looked into his eyes and did not dare to say another word. However, his hand accidentally touched her soft lips. The touch was comfy and special, and Charlie couldn't help looking at her pink and tender lips. Everything was so quiet as if the world had stopped in its tracks. Charlie always had this kind of magic power. Unconsciously, it attracted her attention and made her unable to think. Her face was flushed and she didn't know what to do. Therefore, when his lips fell on hers, it took a long time before she came to her senses, realizing what was happening. He didn't stop. Instead, he pried open her teeth and invaded her mouth. It was not until her lips were filled with the faint smell of tobacco from his mouth that she came to her senses. He was kissing her! FRENCH KISS! She opened her eyes wide and his figure was reflected in her amber eyes, as well as the delicate outline of his face. Humiliation rose in her heart bit by bit. She wanted to push him away, but the moment she met his eyes, she became timid again. She was afraid of him. All these years, she had been afraid of him. Finally, he let go of her, but he frowned slightly. His voice was a little less cold. "Were you drinking alcohol?" Shirley blinked her eyes and her brain recovered its ability to think. She shook her head first and then nodded hard. "I drank a little during our class reunion. Just a little." She was afraid that Charlie would get angry, so she hurriedly explained. Her fear and nervousness could not be concealed in her tone. As she spoke, her voice became lower and lower. Charlie looked thoughtfully at the woman in front of him, who was not a stranger to him. He couldn't help recalling the feeling of the kiss just now. Not bad. The taste between her lips was sweet, except for the faint smell of alcohol. Shirley's eyes suddenly widened. Are my eyes deceiving me? Is he smiling? Before she could react, Charlie bore down on her again. With a tug of his hand, Shirley fell into his embrace. A faint lemon fragrance wafted into his nostrils. When she was stunned again, her lips were seized by Charlie's one more time. If the last kiss was a sudden attack, this time it was extremely gentle. Shirley hated herself. Shirley just couldn't resist this man whenever they came close as if he was her Kryptonite. Dazed, she couldn't dodge in time. Like a docile and timid sheep being led to s*******r, she meekly allowed him to throw her into bed while he threw himself on her. Just when his hand was groping into her skirt, Shirley went stiff before bursting into tears. Cold beads of tears dripped down her face, falling on her hair and glistening on her scalp. Hearing the faint sobs in his ear made Charlie freeze. His expression was extremely ugly as he looked at Shirley with annoyance and disgust in his eyes. Terrified, Shirley didn't notice how he rose up from her at all. "What are you crying for? Has someone died?!" said the man whose voice was so cold and frigid that Shirley had to swallow her sobs. She sat up in a hurry and stretched out her hand to pull down her skirt. She raised her head and carefully peeked at Charlie before retracting her gaze as if she had been electrocuted. "Do you think that I'm too good for you, Shirley Smith? So good that you forget who you are?" Charlie said word by word as if he was questioning her. Shirley shook her head desperately. She had never forgotten it. For more than a decade, she had never forgotten it. "I only just touched you twice. Do you have to resist me so fiercely? So what if I had slept with you? Are you going to die?"