My Stepbrother-Too Hot To Handle

DABBY:

I had packed the remaining food from dinner into the oven after I was done eating, and cleaned up the kitchen before I returned back to the room. After changing my clothes into my pajamas, I laid in bed restlessly, thinking of the response that Damien gave concerning the project.

It really hurt my heart to know that he wanted to mess up the project, without even considering that our performances determined two people’s scores. I couldn’t afford to fail, and I knew I had to convince him again.

Quickly, I got my bag and brought out a note that I would write out lists of simple questions, that he could fill by himself without having to be so close. If he provided me with the few answers I needed, I could as well finish off the rest with my own ideas and inform him later about them.

About the movie, I also made lists of movies that would be easy to watch and understand, which I planned on suggesting to him the next day. We could watch it separately, and I would document his own feedback too.

‘He just had to give me the answers, I would do most of the project work.’

And with that conclusion, I was finally able to find peace within my heart that I wasn’t left at a crossroads. After I was done making out a detailed list from the ideas I found from the internet, I watched a movie till midnight before I slept off.

I woke up quite late the next morning since it was a Saturday, with the thought that I had a lot to do around. The house was a really big one to clean by myself, and there was no way that Damien would help me. There were laundries to do too, and I also noticed that the flowers outside needed shearing.

Growing up with mum made me really independent, because she was always working. I had to learn how to cook for myself, do the laundry, and clean the house as a routine. It wasn’t easy because she wasn’t really there to help, but it was something I had to learn if I wanted to breathe well.

We lived in a really small apartment when I was younger, and the room could barely even fit our entire load. So, it was more or less like; You clean every single mess you make each time, because there isn’t going to space to make another one.

I strode down the stairs with the intention that I would start by vacuuming first, when I heard someone ring the doorbell from outside. It was weird for me to hear the doorbell ring on a Saturday morning, and I had so many thoughts about who it could be.

‘Could it be Mum and Mr Anderson that was just trying to throw a surprise? Or could it be Damien’s friends?!’

I calmed myself again as I moved towards the door to check who it was through the door monitor. It was a lady, and she looked quite familiar.

“Good morning,” I greeted as opened the door, and she smiled so brightly at me. I wondered who she was.

“Oh dear. You are so beautiful,” she complimented as she made her way inside, and she noticed the puzzled look on my face, “I am Ms. Davison, the housekeeper here,” she finally explained.

Although she tried to dissuade me from helping her, I joined in the cleaning of everything since I had nothing to do. It was quite easy doing it together, and we had succeeded in cleaning almost everywhere in an hour.

I talked about how difficult it was to relate well with Dalton, and he so much hated that I was his stepsister. She assured me that he was usually cold to everyone, but was a really timid and calm guy beneath his shell. I totally doubted that.

A gardener came around shortly afterwards to shear the garden, and even replanted more flowers around the place. He also changed the water in the pool and cleaned the compound.

It made me realize that it was really the home of the Anderson family, and not Sanders; The work could always be done without stressing.

Afterwards, she went upstairs to Damien’s room, while I went to mine to finish up with the cleaning. When I came out, I found Damien’s laundry and did his so that Ms. Davison wouldn’t have to come back to that, before I did mine. The scent of his cologne lingered so strongly in his clothes.

Ms Davison came outside afterwards to join me in drying out the clothes, and left after she was sure that she had gotten the job done. She thanked me so much because I have saved her time, in doing the job she was meant to do for almost half of the day in just a few hours.

After I was done, I returned to my room to take my bath. I had no appetite to eat that morning, except that anxiety was hitting me up to go and meet Damien with my list.

I knew that what he said the previous day meant that we shouldn’t meet concerning the project issue anymore, but there really was no way that I wouldn’t have to meet him in his room again. However, I summoned a good amount of courage this time.

I had intended to knock on the door and enter immediately before he would say I should go back, and quickly show him the plans that I had to make the project a contact-free one.

However, my hand miscalculated and pushed on the door before I could knock, and my eyes came in contact with the half-naked body of my step brother.

My heart froze as my eyes gazed up at the shirtless guy before me, with water trickling down his rock-hard body, and a white towel hanging around his waist.

I swallowed at the sight of him, that even in my extremely startled state, I couldn’t help but notice the ethereal beauty of a guy that was standing before me.

‘Geez. Why did I have to see this? What should I do? What should I say? What would he even say?’

Nevertheless, my eyes traced shamelessly his perfectly carved face, his well-defined brows, his lips and down his beautiful body. I had never been too close to guys ever in my life, talk more of having someone that hot standing before me. It became difficult to focus.

‘Oh Dabby! You are finished. Opening gawking at your stepbrother?’

I thought of what to do immediately and leaving seemed to be the best option, feeling heavily mortified that he had probably caught me in my actions. I could feel my cheeks heat in embarrassment already.

As I turned away from his sight and wanted to run away, I heard that baritone voice that felt somewhat different from his usual rude voice. The order he gave was completely authoritative, but entirely compelling in a sensual manner. Like we were in some kind of role play.

‘Of goodness! What were these thoughts going on in my head? Have I watched too many movies lately?’

I turned back immediately as I tried not to allow my eyes to dart back to looking at him, else I might end up expanding my mortification before him. I really wanted to run away.

“You want to say something?” Damien turned to ask me so calmly in a way I had never heard his voice before, and I was literally shocked to hear him act so normal before me, like opening his door suddenly wasn’t a big deal.

However, his hands began to press softly against his soft skin, nice scented oil, and around his waist so skillfully that I feared that his hands might mistakenly drop his towel. I wondered how it would feel to have my own body touched in that manner.

‘Holy moly. I was getting my heart dirty. Snap out of it Dabby!’

He must have noticed that I was out of it instead of replying to his question immediately, and I wondered why he wasn’t teasing me or saying anything. It was better than having to remain mute, by giving me some kind of really calm look. It was really getting scary.

“I… have made a list. A list of questions for our project. Something like a survey, but just about two people. That is we,” I paused in nervousness, that had caused some kind of vocal distortion in my correct speech. I just hope he understood what I was saying.

“Please can you answer them? I would do the rest,” I continued, with my hand gripping tightly on the huge door like my survival depended on it. If anything went wrong, I would run out immediately.

He paused from what he was doing and turned to look at me, like he had not seen me standing there the whole time.

“We should do it together,” his mellifluous voice answered to me, and I ran out of breath immediately. I totally didn’t expect that.

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