My Stepbrother's Dirty Little Secret novel Chapter 93

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I sat at the long dining table with my back straight and my hands folded too tightly around my fork.

Everything in this house always felt too large, like it was built to remind people how small they really were.

I didn’t look at him right away.

I focused on the plate in front of me instead. Eggs. Toast. Fruit cut into perfect little cubes like someone had measured each one with a ruler.

But I could feel him there.

Right across from me.

I finally lifted my eyes.

Raphael sat opposite me like nothing had happened that morning like there hadn’t been a snake like there hadn’t been threats whispered inches from my face like I hadn’t just called him a pussy and walked out of his room.

He looked… normal.

His hair was combed back perfectly, not a single strand out of place. He wore a suit that fit his broad shoulders like it had been made directly on his body. A crisp white shirt sat smooth under the jacket.

No rings.

I noticed that first.

Last night, his fingers had been covered in heavy rings that caught the light when he moved. Now his hands were bare, resting calmly beside his plate.

The small silver earring I had seen in his ear the night before was gone too. And the glasses. Thin, dark frames rested on his nose. He looked like a different man entirely.

I picked up my fork and forced myself to take a bite of eggs. Every time I swallowed, I could feel the memory pressing at the back of my mind.

You called him a pussy.

The thought repeated over and over in my head like a broken record.

You called Raphael Capone a pussy.

My fingers tightened slightly around the fork.

And now I had to go to work.

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