STEPBROTHER (R-18) novel Chapter 11

Scarletts P.O.V

Pulling out your phone, you send a quick text to Briana.

Scarlett: I'm ready when you are.

You glance at the door and move your hand to your throat where his mouth was.

I need a drink one as slot bigger than a swig of liquor.

Briana: yes! I'm ready 2 get my drink on!

Scarlett: same. I'll drive over in a minute.

Briana: sounds good.

Just when you send another text your mom calls you.

"Scarlett, get up here now! I have to talk to you."

Oh shit... she doesn't know does she?

You feel your pulse quicken as a wave of nervous heat washes over you. You rub your forehead, and rim your lips.

Stop overthinking it. She couldn't have heard me unless she was down here near his door. I didn't hear anything.

"What mom? I'm getting ready to go to Bri's."

"No! Not before i speak to you. Get up here and meet me in the kitchen."

God damn...

You let out a long, laboured breath, and walk out of your room towards the stairs.

Maybe this is it... she knows. We're caught. I mean, what else could she be so angry about?

When you reach the kitchen, you find her standing at the kitchen door with her brows furrowed and her shoulder high. She places a hand on her hip and cocks her head sideways with a knowing look. With a nod of her head, she gestures for me to take a seat on the stool at the island in the middle of the room.

"Sit"

Shit... just play it cool. Freaking out would probably only lead to confusion and more problems.

"What's up, mom?"

You perch on the edge of the stool and clasp your hands together after you place your phone face down on the counter. She stares quietly for a few seconds, before she groans and places he hands on the counter an leans into it.

"Can you guess why I'm upset with you?"

Yay... we're going to plat twenty questions. There's a handful of reasons for her to be upset with me. It's just a matter of what one she knows.

You shake your head.

"No mom, I don't know"

"I asked you if you'd do something and include Oliver an yet you're sleeping over at Bri's and not even making an effort."

Oh, i included him in something, alight.

You sicker, and your moms eyes narrow.

"I think you want me to say you cant go to Bri's... why else would you think what i say is funny?"

"I don't"

Your mom shoves fingers through her hair, sighing as she turns to tend to the vegetables on the counter.

"Briana invited him to hangout with us a little later but he didn't want to go."

"Honey, i think you've forgotten the power of persistence... Oliver!"

Your eyes widen, as you blush when she calls his name.

Please don't come up here... please don't one up here.

"I'll ask him. You two are going to get along and enjoy each others company. You're practically family"

Ew... way to ruin the thoughts in my head. We are fucking far from family. I know my mom. She never stays with a man more than a year. We'd be lucky if we made it to fucking Christmas.

You keep yourself from scoffing.

I don't want to hurt her feelings.