My Stepbrother-Too Hot To Handle

DAMIEN’s POV:

It was peaceful in the house till Monday morning, and I was quite surprised that Dabby left home so early. I hated that everything had to be like this, especially the part about being home with a clumsy girl, but it was much better than seeing dad around.

I got ready for the day quite late, and decided to work on some projects on my laptop. I could peacefully do these things because dad is not at home, and I was having my freedom doing them without any shitty talks.

He always thought I was a failure ever since mum left, and he had been trying to mold me into the man that he was. That he wanted. I only had two options: Study business administration and lead the company, or study medicine and take over grandfather’s hospital as the director.

I hated both courses even if it was going to pave my way to success, and dad was never going to hear of anything than what he wanted. It was glaring that even if I became what he wanted me to be, I would never be enough for him because he would keep pushing me. Nothing really mattered.

When I was done with what I was doing, I played a test video game till it was almost time for the third period at school, and I got dressed and left for school afterwards. Dad would probably penalize me or do something rash when he finds out that I missed classes, but I didn’t care.

My phone was busy with calls from my friends and mostly from Madison, but I didn’t mind any of them and drove to school after stopping at a restaurant. It was a few minutes to lunch break when I pulled into the school parking lot, and it seemed like Madison had been peeping through the class window.

Immediately I alighted from the car, I saw her rushing from the building outside as she hugged me tightly. It was really a hassle and I was sick and tired of her already, as she ravaged my face with kisses. She was about to kiss me on the lips, and I pushed her away.

“Why have you been avoiding my kisses lately, Damien?” She asked me with anger in her tone, and I just ignored her and walked into the building.

“Wait for me!” She called in a pitiful tone, and kept sniffing incessantly like she has been crying the entire time.

‘She sure knew how to put on a perfect facade and fake play, thinking that her perfect skills was her forte, and could get her everything that she wanted.’

The bell for lunch rang immediately I stepped inside, and Madison ran from behind to arch her arm around mine. She was too clingy, and I really hated it.

“Follow me to the cafeteria. Maeve and the others are waiting,” she urged me and I frowned.

“I’ll be behind you,” I responded to her request and dropped her hand from my arm immediately, as I made my way to the principal’s office with a big frown.

Dad was emailed that morning that I wasn’t in class for almost three periods and inquired to know if I was okay, which caused him to call me on my way to school to rant so angrily. I didn’t make any excuses for missing classes, and just switched off the phone when he was done talking.

Few minutes later, I came out after we had a talk, and she informed me that dad wanted me to engage in educational curricular activities. The clubs where the most brilliant kids in school are found, and the geniuses who represented the science and math competitions for the school.

‘Eww. Really sucks.’

I hated that dad was trying to control my life so much, and I could only have this much peace because I rebelled much. I was never planning to give in to his unnecessary demands. After I left his office, I headed towards the cafeteria.

The next thing I heard as I stepped my foot in was Madison crying loudly, as she walked towards me like someone had trashed her ass properly. I looked ahead to see what was going on, and there was a girl sitting on the chair with drenched hair.

There was an unfamiliar guy standing beside her and he was looking at Madison’s direction with anger, which made me realize that the brat had messed up again and probably got payback this time. Nevertheless, I walked closer to the place to demand what had happened.

The girl that was sitting in the chair was obviously my dumb headed step sister, and she cowered in fear immediately her eyes met mine. Instead of her, my eyes trailed to the guy that was standing before me, and the gaze we both shared was quite intense.

‘Wait. Have we met somewhere before? He looked quite familiar.’Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

I hated his guts so much because he seemed to look down on me, and the statement he made after almost made me go bonkers. The way he responded to my question to know what had happened was what made it worse, and I really felt humiliated that someone like him would dare talk back at me.

‘I should train my girlfriend? What? How dare he?’

He dragged Dabby by the arm and pulled her away from the scene, which was so annoying and obnoxious of a scene to watch. I then saw Xavier and Bryan stride to the scene from the other side of the cafeteria, with no clue of what had just taken place during their short absence.

‘Who the fuck was he? I would make him and that stupid girl pay for messing with me. And for Dabby, it was totally over between us from that point.

Angrily, I left the scene and returned back to class, after I warned Madison not to touch me as she ran after me. She was still faking the tears and I was really pissed off.

After the bell rang for school to be over, my friends had texted that we should hang out at a spot. I was still too pissed to do anything, and just wanted to go home and punish that girl that made her friend shade me.

Just as I waited at the parking lot for a little while, Madison ran forward again to where I was standing and called out to me. But I warned her to stay away from me till I was ready to forgive her nuisance behavior. She had no idea what was coming for her the next day.

I returned back home almost an hour later with the assurance that Dabby would be home already, but there was no sign of anybody entering the house or being at home. I checked the pool area and the kitchen, which were almost her favorite places in the house, but she was nowhere to be found.

I barged into her room angrily after calling her name for so long, but she was not there and her bed was neatly laid too. That was when I realized that she had not come home.

To get rid of the anger in me, I went back to my room to bathe, changed my clothes and left the house afterwards. I spent my entire evening at the arcade, trying to test run a new game and also played games too.

I was back home before the normal time that dad had set for curfew, which I normally broke so many times. It never ended well though. It mostly ended up blocking my credit cards, breaking my stuff and sometimes I got hit too.

‘Dad was a beast in beauty, especially when he got angry.’

More reasons why I picture Dabby and her mum leaving our house earlier than they would have thought, which would be much better for me peace. But before then, I would make Dabby so frustrated that she would beg her mum to want to leave.

And it was just the same evening, with Dabby not back yet. It made me wonder if she wasn’t really as innocent as she looked, and was just waiting for a push to unleash what she’s got.

Almost half an hour had passed since I came back, and I brought out the food I bought on my way to eat. I was still half way eating with my door wide open, when I heard the house main door creak open. I smiled mischievously.

I covered what I was eating and waited for her to climb the stairs while trying to creep to her room, as I came out and demanded to know where she was coming from. I suddenly started getting pissed off again that she came home late.

‘Who gave her the right?’

I could sense the fear in her through her eyes, as she contemplated in her head what to tell me. I was losing patience already, and she was there acting like a fool. Getting ready to yell angrily at her, she quickly spilled it out.

“I was out. With a friend,” I heard her timid voice, as she swallowed hard at the last statement.

“You mean the simpleton that you were with today?” I asked in a very cold and rude voice, with irritation laced in my eyes to talk about that guy. I started to get angry all of a sudden.

She looked confused again, as she looked down without any words to respond to my question. It was really making me so pissed off, that I wanted to yank her across the face to spill it out. I hated someone keeping mute whenever I was talking to them.

“We.. we were playing games,” she said again, and I could really wack her hard now.

‘She had the effrontery to play games with that bigot, after the stunt they pulled at the cafeteria?’

And slowly, I began to move closer to where she was ferociously and angrily, with fear clearly written in her face. She was terrified and held stiff to the spot, and I was really going to teach her a lesson of her life. I loved her fear.

‘You are done for, Dabby.’