Tasting Nora-Pleasing Her Stepbrother Mates novel Chapter 229

229–Horny Much? 

Nora: 

The brothers were now sitting on the couch, watching TV while I kept pacing around in the kitchen, wondering if it happened for the best that Silas found out already, or if it could have been avoided. 

“What are you cooking in the kitchen that’s taking so long?” I heard Cain calling for me, and my mouth started to turn dry. 

“I am coming,” I lied; I wasn’t. 

I stood near the plate of sandwiches I had made and remembered Silas‘ words. 

‘He didn’t sound angry,‘ Akira uttered awkwardly. 

‘It doesn’t matter. These brothers take their anger out later,‘ I reminded her of how they later use things against me. 

‘He will have to use it against his brother too,‘ she hissed. 

‘Not really. I am the only one sleeping with almost all my stepbrothers.” I rolled my eyes when recalling how stupidly and easily I gave in and 

told him the truth. 

‘Look, what I am trying to say is that Silas had to find out someday,‘ she was still not getting my point. We had landed ourselves in a weird situation now. 

‘And he didn’t have to. The brothers have ended things with us and are dating those three bitches. Why would Silas have to know when we 

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don’t even wish to continue anything?‘ I groaned at her, holding the plate in my hands and taking deep breaths. 

Well, says the one who had sex not even an hour ago, how did you guys end things exactly?” At this point, I knew I had to shut her up, or I would keep losing my mind with her. 

I took a deep breath and decided to walk out since I couldn’t hide forever. 

I steadily reached the door and peered outside. Cain was watching the news whereas Silas seemed zoned out. I hoped he wasn’t thinking about me and the encounters I had with his brothers. 

“Here!” I walked out with a bright smile on my lips and held the plate for Cain. I remember vividly how he had hurt me, but right now I was in such a state that I didn’t want to argue with anyone. 

He grabbed a sandwich and then I moved to the side to offer one to Silas. Instead of taking just one sandwich, he ran his hand under the plate to grab the whole thing. But at the same time, his hand held mine from under the plate, and I swear I lost my breath. I quickly pulled my hand away while he acted nonchalant, putting the plate on the table and blankly staring at the TV. 

“So, Brody is not going to be home for a few days?” It was Silas who asked that question. I gulped and stole a glance at him while nodding my head in response. 

“Remember he had to go to his pack for work,” Cain whispered, but I heard it. He then gently nudged his brother’s elbow with his own, winking secretly while getting caught. 

“Oh right. Poor guy will have to stay out of his apartment for a while.” That smirk on Silas‘ face told me it was no emergency that Brody was 

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asked to return to us par. 

to make him leave. 

“You two can stay in my room,” as soon as that slipped my lips, the two paused and turned their heads to look at me in sync. 

“I move a lot in bed though. I will bother you—” Silas uttered slyly 

“I will be sleeping in Brody’s bed. What? Did you think–” I pouted when I realized he thought I was asking them to sleep in the same bed as me. What the heck was wrong with him? Why was he suddenly thinking about all this stuff? 

“You little fool! Are you crazy?” Cain slapped Silas on the back of his head, taunting him for taking it wrong. 

“I didn’t mean it that way. I was just joking.” It didn’t seem like he was, but I had to avoid further arguments. 

“I am sleepy. I will go to bed now.” That was a good idea. I would peacefully sleep in Brody’s room while they did whatever they wanted here. At least I would be away from their prying eyes. 

I got up and rushed into the room, locking the door and trying to catch my breath. After that whole messed–up interaction, my cheeks turned red every time I saw Silas staring at me. 

As I lay down in his bed, I realized it was not easy to fall asleep. But I still managed to close my eyes and keep them shut for almost a few minutes before my phone rang and I saw Silas’s message pop up on the screen. 

When I say my heart sank in my chest, I meant it. I gulped and sat up in the bed, my phone in my hands and my eyes on the text. 

Silas: Open the door. 

I bit my bottom lip, reading and re–reading the text. 

Me: Why? 

My hands were shaking so bad that I had to correct the spelling of the single word I sent him. 

Silas: I need to talk about something.