My Fake Boyfriend is My Stepbrother

Chapter 3.Sexual Harassment

Once inside Cassie looked around and pulled at the conversation, I could tell she was trying to distract me and smiled as I pinned her down on the couch.

"Just sit back and wait for dinner to start, I've already prepared dinner, I just need to grill it and heat it up."

We didn't bring up what had just happened and concentrated on enjoying our food, I even poured a little gin and pineapple juice for a cocktail and the two of us relaxed and chatted.

It wasn't until Nancy texted me again that we realized it was almost 10:30 and Cassie said a hasty goodbye, "I have to work tomorrow, so don't get drunk!"

-Isn't it over yet?

-She just left.

Nancy is on a video call just as my message goes out, and I hesitate, setting up my phone and grabbing the mirror on the table for a quick look, nothing out of the ordinary except for a little redness in my face.

"You're so slow." Nancy said grumbling.

The camera showed her with her makeup on and her hair a bit messed up, I smiled, "Sorry I'm late, did you go out?"

"Yes, it was so nice to have the company of a handsome man and a beautiful woman!" Suddenly her eyes darted around, "So, have you found a man yet?"

My eyebrows jumped slightly, "No, I've been busy lately."

"Really, Jason hasn't been bothering you, has he?"

Nancy's sharp intuition had the effect of startling me, my eyes dodged and she caught them immediately, "Why don't you say something, he came begging to get back together? He didn't bully you, did he? You can't be soft, he's just a guy with his nose in the air."

She knows me too well, I can't hide from her. I opened my mouth and suddenly felt my eyes getting hot and tears gushing out of them uncontrollably, in a steady stream, running down my cheeks and dripping down my chin.

"Oh my darling, don't cry, don't cry." Nancy, momentarily flustered, even drew a piece of paper and tried to hand it to me.

Her gesture was somehow funny and I tugged at the corners of my mouth, but still overwhelmed by the raging emotions, I covered my face and my voice was weak, "Nancy, I'm so sad, he came over today and told me I was seeing someone else, that no one would ever like me, how could he, how could he say that! We've been together for five years."

Hearing my words, Nancy shook with anger, "Son of a b***h, don't listen to him, I'm going to chop him up and kick him back into his mommy's belly!"

I cried for a while before scratching my nose in embarrassment, "It's okay, I told him to get lost," seeing Nancy's worried face I hurriedly added, "I, I even slapped him!"

"Wow! You really know how to hit someone! Too bad I wasn't there, I would have kicked his genitals off." Nancy was hilarious, her reaction exaggerated, her eyes wide.

I burst into tears and slowed down, "I'm not going to cry over him anymore, I'm going to forget about him.

"The world is a big place, the next is better, and Handsome is waiting for you in the future!"

Speaking of handsome men, I said, "I met a guy on the subway today, very handsome, like a star."

Nancy's eyes lit up, "Do you have a picture?"

I shook my head, "No picture."

She looked disappointed, "What do you mean no picture, have you gone up and asked for contact information?"

I laughed again and shook my head, "I'm not you."

She feigned annoyance, "Amanda, this is what I call grabbing love when it comes, okay? Opportunity comes to those who are prepared!"

Nancy and I chatted for a while, talking about her itinerary of course, and finally, she mentioned the reason she was in such a hurry to contact me.

"I've finished a big part of my travel plan, I'm tired of playing, maybe I'll go back next month oh."

I said hurriedly, "I'll find a place to stay before you get back."

Nancy waved her hand with a disinterested look on her face, "Relax, I'm just telling you in advance that you won't be able to find a suitable place to stay with me, no problem."

"Thank you."

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The morning light pours into the room, the third time I press stop the alarm of my cell phone, I struggle to sit up from the bed, last night and Nancy chatting, unknowingly finishing one glass after another of the gin mixed juice in hand, the whole person is still a little groggy, arms and legs are weak.

But I got up and went to the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth, sprayed on some moisturizer and serum, and then sat down at the table to eat a bowl of cornflake milk and a slice of whole wheat bread.

I was in a bit of a hurry, so I rinsed out my mouth, covered my dark circles with concealer, dabbed a little loose powder on my little puff to set my makeup, drew on my eyebrows, applied lip balm, and was done.

Nothing has changed today except that I was almost late, the daily routine is almost repetitive and boring and I think I would have become numb without Cassie, my little sunshine.

As I walked out of the office, the sky was pink and beautiful, some pedestrians stopped to take a picture and so did I.

The subway car assaulted me with the strong smell of perfume, and sweat, and I pulled out my phone and saw last night's message, remembered the handsome man I'd mentioned to Nancy, and couldn't help but want to see him.

I looked around, not quite dead, and was surprised to see the man in the front right again, still in his suit and with his cool face.

He was... looking at me.

The moment I met his eyes, I was so surprised that I was a little stunned, and then I was drawn into his eyes.

They were such beautiful cold and loving eyes.

Maybe he remembers me and I should smile at him, I thought, about to pull the corners of my mouth. But the next second, he turned his eyes away again like the last time, as if he didn't see me.

Well, he didn't remember me.

Somehow I lost a little bit, but maybe he was too handsome, and I really like handsome people, to meet again is like a stroke of luck, flooded with a little joy.

It is really pleasing to the eye.

I forgot myself for a moment and stared at him recklessly. He seemed to sense it and looked at me without any obvious emotion, which made me feel a bit pressured and embarrassed.

This time I finally let him see me smile, and he paused for a moment, nodded slightly at me, and looked away again.

I was a little flustered, my face was hot and I turned my head to stop looking at him.

Every day after that it was as if they knew each other by heart and always met.

I will nod to him to greet him will also nod slightly, seems to be out of politeness is not directly skipped, probably in the heart of me as a thick-skinned nymphomaniac may also say, but this has no effect on me, after all, I just want to look at him to wash my mind and did not want to have anything with him.

He and I should have the same job, our working hours should overlap so much. But I still couldn't figure it out, because he didn't look like he was commuting by subway, his hair was well groomed, he wore a very good quality suit, and his accessories were very expensive, I was really afraid that he would be robbed by someone.

Who the hell is he? What's his name? What does he do? I'm too curious, will his voice when he speaks be as attractive as his appearance, what does his expression look like other than the coldness he has now, with such a good body he usually works out a lot, and looks like he likes to drink Americano...

When we met again in the subway, I walked right up to him like I had never done before and looked to see him looking at me with some surprise, I grabbed the shoulder strap of my bag tightly and sat down a little distance away from him under his gaze, but because of my nervousness, I kept my head down and forgot to nod or smile with him.

My heart was beating fast, but he had no reaction and did not look at me again, I was a little lost, secretly sniffing his perfume, cold but very charming.

Unconsciously, as the days passed, the bone-chilling cold was soft and spring to drive away, and the temperature was gradually rising. I changed into a short skirt with semi-transparent black stockings and stepped into mid-heeled boots, or just wore knee-high, nude, low-heeled boots.

Today also on time from work, I bathed in the soft light of the setting sun in the subway station, this time is in the rush hour, people next to people, not much taller, I barely squeezed in to find a corner to stay, too many people can not see him today in the absence of, I started to stay.

The subway line through a few stops and I suddenly felt something touch my lower back, did not think too much, perhaps the cars were too shaky. But a few moments later, it touched me again, and this time it didn't move away, and even had a tendency to go down.

I immediately got goosebumps, my face stiffened, and I unconsciously glanced back.

Standing next to me, across the distance, was a tall, thin man with a straight face, wearing gold-rimmed glasses and a yellowed, ill-fitting white shirt, his whole body looking like an ordinary office worker. When he saw me turn around, his eyes wandered for a moment, but he smiled at me with a bold, reckless face.

His hand was still on the spot between my waist and my ass, and I couldn't breathe, very nauseous, and I forced myself to turn around, trying to scream, but my throat felt like it was blocked, and I pinched my thighs as hard as I could, the pain giving me strength.

"Don't, don't f*****g touch me! You pervert!"

My voice drowned out the noise of the subway and the hum of the car, and time seemed to slow to silence.

I stared at him, my chest rising and falling rapidly, and his expression became a little tense as he raised his hand and looked around, then said in a pretense of relief, "Miss, you're wrong, I didn't touch you, you have no proof."

Evidence. In this crowded corner, how could I come up with proof, I was blocked by his righteous indignation, and I did not know what to do. The people around me were either taking out their cell phones to record the incident or watching.

On impulse I did something stupid, I reached out with both hands and pushed him hard, the crowd behind him reacted quickly and immediately stepped back, letting him fall to the ground unawares.

"s**t!" he yelled, followed by a grimace, "Everyone saw that, that woman slandered me for grabbing her, and now she has the nerve to hit someone!"

The sight, and the whispers, stabbed at me like swords, and I gritted my teeth, hating myself so much for being weak and uncharitable for the first time.

"Get through, get through." A low voice came faintly from behind me.