My Stepbrother-Too Hot To Handle

DAMIEN:

The housekeeper was around by the time I came downstairs, and Dabby was also working effortlessly together with the middle aged lady. I watched them talk and laugh about things that were quite inaudible, and it looked like they had known one another for ages.

I wondered how it was so easy for her to open up to strangers, and talk to them freely like they were close or something. It could never be me.

‘Even the ones around us were not to be trusted, what would talking to new people and getting close to them do? Nothing.’

I returned upstairs to take my own sheets out and change them, as I hung my clothes too and separated them from the ones I used during the week. Though I had not planned to do something like that, seeing two ladies downstairs being enthusiastic about their work made me.

I was still trying to make my room by myself, when someone knocked and I opened it with a stoned face. However, it softened when I saw who it was. It was Ms. Justine, the housekeeper. She greeted me with a smile and entered inside.

“Your room looks quite organized today. You are doing really well for a young man,” she commented, and walked over to where my bed was located, to raise the curtain drapes that I had not put up for days.

The room looked quite different immediately; the light that permeated through washed away every melancholic darkness.

She began to do her usual work in my room, by dusting the large stacks of books that I didn’t read in my mini library first. Her hands worked really fast as she organized my reading table, while I arranged the numerous shoes I had on the extensively extended shoe rack at the other side of the room.

“I see that you have got a sister,” she said suddenly, and I turned to look if she was really talking to me.

“I didn’t. Dad did. I hate it,” I bemoaned, and continued to dust my collection of shoes.

‘Why would she ever think I would like something like this?’

“She is a really nice girl. A pure and tender soul. I think you guys will get along well,” Ms. Justine said again and I frowned.

I wasn’t planning to make things better between us, and would never. I would just progress with my plans as planned.

“Maybe. It doesn’t matter,” I responded in a curt manner, while Ms. Justine moved to the bathroom.

We didn’t say anything again. That was actually the longest conversation we have had on a personal note before.

I carried my dirty clothes out to where the washing machine was located, and came back a few minutes afterwards to see her room being vacuumed already. I went to get a mop and tried to join her reluctantly, but she showed me how to do it when I wasn’t getting it right.Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Minutes later, the room was spotless and shining again, and Ms. Justine smiled at a job well done. I bid her a farewell because I was going to be leaving my room for a while, but she paused as soon as she opened the door to leave.

“You see, your sister. Be nice to her. She is too lonely by herself,” she said while looking straight into my eyes, and smiled modestly before leaving finally.

‘She isn’t lonely. She has a best friend who dotes on her,’ I replied in my mind.

After I was done with what I was trying to do the previous day on my MacBook, I stayed long hours bathing in the bathroom washing myself over and over again. I came out of the bathroom dripping with water, and had a white towel tied around my waist.

I had another towel in my hand to dry my face and hair, as I stood in front of the dresser to check myself out. I was at the verge of unwrapping my towel to dress out, and the door flung open with Dabby standing in front.

She was looking shocked, and her eyes were widened. Both hands covered her mouth, and she was staring so apologetically. She was about to run back after realizing what she had done.

“Do not move!” I ordered her as a smirk crossed my lips, and her feets froze immediately.

‘This was going to be fun.’