My Stepbrother-Too Hot To Handle

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My eyes could not shit its lids the entire time I laid on my bed trying so hard to sleep, and I also couldn’t afford to toss around so that I wouldn’t make any noise. There was no way I could even close my eyes. All I would see was Damien’s face.

When I went back to meet him and he said that we could do the assignment together, I was really surprised because I didn’t expect that from him. He had made it clear that he didn’t want any close interaction with me, and it made me wonder what changed his mind and made him act that way.

I kind of chickened out and went to drink water to calm my nerves. When I returned back up the stairs, I wanted to make sure he was dressed already before I entered. However, he noticed and looked pissed already when he saw me peeping.

He asked what the project was about, and I took my time to explain with the best of my knowledge. There was a high probability that he wasn’t listening in class, or even have any idea of what the project was even about.

He asked what I wanted to know first, and I was really still finding it hard to understand why he was being so nice and calm. I handed the questionnaire over to him instead, so that he could fill it out, while I would personally try to make the entire project detailed.

However, Damien said that we should do the project together, which was quite shocking for me honestly. He even yelled when I wasn’t yielding.

‘He could probably have thought over the fact that doing the project wasn’t so bad after all.’

But answering my questions so nicely? I couldn’t understand why he would do that. He had always been so rude and annoying, that becoming nice all of a sudden really pushed me off my balance. It was so weird to stomach.

It was when I sat down on his study chair that I was able to fully see, and observe the luxuriousness and beauty of his room without any pressure to leave immediately. The interior designs were somewhat close to mine, but his was more sophisticated and classy.

I wanted to start with the few questions that I was supposed to ask first, but I immediately stopped myself from asking because I knew the answers to them already. I had to manage time, and make him answer so many questions as possible.

‘His mood could become capricious, and he could end up sending me out if I stress him out.’

“What do you think is the most essential thing in life?” I asked him, expecting to say some kind of answer like wealth or fame. His answer was quite unexpected.

When I asked the next question, I quickly paused before I finished with the sentence when I realized that I already knew the answer to the question. He still rubbed it in, by answering in a very emphatic manner. It ran cold shivers down my spine.

Being in the same room with Damien really made it hard to do things the way I wanted, because I wasn’t even free to act however I liked. If I was feeling inner heat because of the clothes I wore, or he was the reason, I had no idea.

“Don’t you think it isn’t fair that one person gets to ask the questions?” He blurted out suddenly as I wrote down, and I was really taken aback by his question that my eyes had to come in contact with his. It was quite shocking.

I told him to proceed with his own questions, and he made a list of some questions, asking if they were not meant to be included. I was feeling restless already, because I got stuck on a reply.

I finally told him that the teacher would not want to hear personal questions like that, and he further taunted me, if I wouldn’t like to answer them. My head was spinning in nervousness already. I had nothing to say.

‘Why would he want to know? Why was he suddenly curious? Was he mocking me?’ I had a surfeit of questions in my head, and it was really exhausting.

Seeing that he wouldn’t give up until I said something, I replied truthfully, and acted like I had to write something down.

‘I needed to leave the room immediately.’

Since I was feeling hunger bite on my stomach walls already, I stood up immediately with an excuse that I wanted to eat. I left the room as fast as possible, after dropping the question lists beside him.

I could feel my cheeks burn red already, and it would even be more humiliating for him to see such.

I stood in the kitchen for minutes to make spaghetti bolognese for myself, and also baked the part of chicken wings still left in the refrigerator. Knowing I didn’t want to return to Damien’s room so fast mostly because of my outlook, I intentionally took so much time to eat.

After I was done with the conviction in my heart that he would be done filling the papers, I made my way back to the stairs in large steps. My face was looking to the ground as I walked towards the direction of his room, and had not seen the imminent danger that was looming.

My head collided with Damien’s chest in the split second that he was about to come out of his room, and we both became startled as my hand pushed against him in defense.

Seeing that I could fall to my back with the force I had used to push him backward, my hand quickly reached to grab his shirt and I realized that he was falling to the back too. He landed on his back first and I followed him, as my chest hit his immediately I fell forward.

And to the shock of my life, we didn’t fall the normal way that would have been better. My lips were directly on Damien’s lips, and my eyes were staring directly into his.

‘His lips felt soft.’