STEPBROTHER (R-18) novel Chapter 2

Scarletts P.O.V

The next day you and your friend Briana are helping your mom and Kirk move boxes into your house. Your relieved that Oliver is nowhere to be seen, but also annoyed that you're given the job of moving his boxes into his room. You turn to Briana, and grumble angrily under your breath.

"As much as i love the absence of his company... why the fuck is it my job to move his shit?"

Briana snickers, clutching a few pillows, as you make your way up the stairs to your old room which for the past two years has been an office/storage space for your mom to throw old junk.

"Well, if I've learned anything from my brothers, its that boys are lazy."

"Your telling me" i say back in a slightly angry tone.

As you near the top of he stairs, you hear your mom call you from below.

"No, Scar, his stuff needs to go in the bedroom down in the basement!"

You halt and whip around. Anger fills you.

She's giving him MY bedroom! What the hell!...

"Wait! He's getting my room?" I say both angrily and confused.

Your mother laughs and shakes her head.

"No, we are turning the guest bedroom into his bedroom."

You've got to be fucking kidding me... his bedroom is going to be directly next to mine? What have i done to deserve this?

You ignore the excitement stirring unwanted in your gut and groan. Gesturing to Briana with a nod of your head, you both begin to descend the stairs.

"Why isn't he getting my old bedroom?' I question mom as i walk down the stairs.

"Well, Kirk thought it would be a good idea if I turned that room into my art room. It gets the most light. The basement isn't exactly ideal for paining scenery.

"Mom, please don't make me room next to him' i say pleadingly

"Scar, don't whine. You're eighteen. You're practically an adult. All that stands in your way is a few more weeks of school. Its not like you really have to see a ton of him. I just want you to try and get along for Kirk and my sake"

"Fine. I can do that"

Who knows? Maybe it'll be easier than i think.

As you reach the guest bedroom in the basement, passing by your bedroom door along the way, you huff out a breath, and dump his boxes to the floor. Briana scoffs, a grin on her face as she tosses the pillows uncoordinatedly to the bed where they bounce and tumble to the floor.

"Well, I can tell how much you like him" Briana says while giggling,

"Oh yeah... so fucking much." I answer sarcastically.

Unaware that Olivier is listening in; you clench you jaw when you hear his voice.

"Feelings mutual, Scar."

"Don't fucking call me that."

Oliver grins. You can tell he loves that he's gotten to you. He blatantly moves his eyes to Briana and bites his lip. Stepping forward into the room, he moves over towards her and offers her his hand.