My stepbrothers seduction

Why are you wearing that?

Tiffany followed her gaze, and so did the boys. She didn’t turn away as fast as she would have wanted, because now his eyes were on her.
She looked away. She could still feel his gaze on her.
She wished she hadn’t spent a moment trying to look at him and the girl beside him.
The girl wasn’t Chloe.
She heard Tiffany giggle beside her, “I swear I’ve seen him before,” she said.
Adria wished she could disappear. She waited; she knew Tiffany would soon recognize him—and Jordan had.
Jordan’s face became pale, and his smile almost vanished instantly.
He said nothing but kept his gaze on Nathan.
She took another bite of her burger and chewed grudgingly.
She hoped that Nathan would sit away from her, but that was cut short when he pulled his date to the table directly beside them.
From the corners of her eyes, Adria saw them and she wanted to just leave.
“It’s your handsome stepbrother,” Tiff squealed.
Adria rolled her eyes, “Yeah yeah. You’re exaggerating it,” Adria said without looking up.
“Come on. You’re not blind, are you?” Tiff scolded.
Jace and Seven looked at each other. Jordan would have joined in, but it seemed there was also a silent hate between him and Nathan.
“Stepbrother?” Both Jace and Seven said at the same time.
Adria closed her eyes.
The lady beside them burst out laughing suddenly, and Adria instinctively jolted her head towards them. She regretted it, but it was too late.
Nathan’s blue eyes were on her, but he had a smirk on his lips.
She scoffed as her face burned with irritation. She mouthed “what?” at him and nearly stuck out her middle finger at him. It earned her a smile.
She turned away, then realized the boys were still looking at her and waiting for an answer.
She sighed, “Yeah,” but that was all she said.
Jace looked at the said brother, but Seven’s eyes were still fixed on hers.
“Well, he is good looking,” Jace commented. “Extremely good looking,” he added with a nod of approval.
Adria’s heart tightened as everyone kept on looking at him like he was a god.
Come on, he wasn’t that good looking.
“Say something to him,” Tiff suggested.
“And why the f**k would I do that?” Adria snapped.
“Woah. Calm down, tiger,” Jace said, surprised.
“Seems there’s a hate relationship between you two. But he has been staring towards your side.”
Adria couldn’t care less. She disliked him, and she wouldn’t hide that she did.

There was everything wrong with him.
The very first one was taking her house, and the second, how brazen he was.
He made it look like everyone was under his feet—not to mention that she just learned he changed girls like clothes.
Adria looked up to see Tiffany silently smiling adorably at Nathan.
She scowled.
Her phone vibrated on the table and she picked it up.
She hated that she remembered the last two digits of his number from the last time he had texted her.
90.
It read: You want your friends to know that the family hates each other?
Her face coiled up.
They are my friends. I’d love them to know exactly how I feel about you.
She almost threw her phone back on the table as she glared at him now.
The energy was hot between them.
“This looks—feels—like a lovers' fight,” Jace said totally out of the blue.
“Ewww,” everyone grimaced at him.
Adria acted like she was about to puke.
She didn’t see, but from the side, Nathan arched his brow in surprise.
He had heard them.
Her phone vibrated again and she picked it up immediately.
And how do you feel about me?
She didn’t expect that question. She hated him, right?
But there was a feeling underneath that she couldn’t decipher…
Maybe more hate?
She thought.
She looked up at everyone. They had gone back to their food and were chatting heartily. She hoped no one noticed that she was chatting with him.
She didn’t want to make it obvious, so she didn’t look over at him again.
I don’t like you one bit.
She typed and hit send.
She hadn’t dropped the phone yet when his chat bubbled.
He was typing.
I can work with that.
Also, the way you’re eagerly waiting for my response doesn’t really say that you hate my guts, Nut.
Her eyes widened at the text.
She felt a growing anger in her chest.
How dare he.
Okay then, she wouldn’t reply anymore. It was her damn fault for replying.
Just as she was about to put her phone down, it vibrated again.
What’s that you’re wearing?
Adria looked down at herself. Was it rage bait?
She couldn’t stop reading his messages, and now she found herself typing back.
Isn’t it obvious?
He could be blind, she thought.
Why are you wearing that outside? Why does your school even allow for that?
The skirt is too short and the top is too tight.
Adria frowned.
Okay, big brother.
She typed with an eye roll.
“Who are you texting?” Tiffany suddenly asked as she peeped in to see.
Adria immediately turned off her screen.
“Nosy,” she attacked.
“You’ve got a man? Are you hiding him from us?” Tiffany asked with suspicious eyes.
“No,” Adria simply answered.
“Are you even sure you’re into boys?” Jace asked, and Adria burst out laughing.

“Come on. I like boys. I’d prefer to like girls though if I had a chance. They are less smelly,” she said, totally throwing shade.

Seven chuckled at the stray bullet.

“I doubt it. If you could turn down Mason, you’re definitely not into boys,” he said again, totally dismissing the insult.

Adria smiled.

She remembered. Mason had asked her out publicly. Very publicly, in fact. She knew she could give him a chance. There was absolutely no harm in trying, but she didn’t want to.

Probably because she knew all he wanted was to get into her pants and brag about it.

No, she didn’t care about how bad her fantasies were and how badly she wanted someone to bring them to life.

She wouldn’t just give herself to anyone. She wasn’t desperate. If she wanted a man, she would get a man.

“He is a brat,” she finally said as she gulped her remaining soda.

“A very handsome brat,” Tiffany responded sharply.

Adria wasn’t surprised. Tiffany always went for looks.

She shook her head.

Everyone was done and Adria wanted to go home. She didn’t want to look at her side. But she could hear Nathan and his—probably one of his many girlfriends—chatting lowly.

Well, he mostly did the chatting; the girl kept laughing and laughing.

Come on, Nathan couldn’t possibly be that funny.

“I need to go,” she said, looking down at herself. “I’m beginning to feel itchy,” she mentioned as she stood up. Tiffany stood up with her.

She was the one at the edge of the bench, so she came out a little bit and faced everyone.

Completely backing away from Nathan with his girlfriend, perhaps.

“Is your dad coming? Maybe your stepbrother could take you home.”

Adria gave Tiffany a warning with her face.

“We didn’t come here together, did we?” That wasn’t what she wanted to say. But it was enough bad blood for the day.

“I would wish to take you, but it’s time to pick my sister from her ballerina class,” Tiffany said with a sad look.

Shit.

“Don’t worry, then I’ll take a cab,” she said as she looked at her phone.
“I can take you,” Seven suddenly said from the corner.
He had been extremely quiet, that Adria thought he wasn’t listening.
She smiled, “You’re taking Jace home, remember?” Jace’s car had been in the garage since last week.
She said it to him with a fond smile.
She was fond of him.
His sharp jawline and his model brows were a contrast to his personality.
His eyes were the deepest shade of blue.
He had a very meek personality.
Jordan had a sport bike. She hated bikes—more like she was scared of them. So no, it wasn’t an option.
But she did notice the way he chewed on nothing. He had been extremely quiet.
“If you’re not in much of a hurry, I’ll drop him off and then drop you at home,” he said.
She thought for a while.
A voice came from the side, shocking everyone.
“I’ll take you home.”
Adria was surprised. She hadn’t expected him to speak up.
She hadn’t expected him to say a word to her. She hadn’t expected him to act like he wasn’t there.
She turned slowly. The girl he was sitting next to had a confused look on her face.
She definitely didn’t see this interaction coming.
She didn’t think he would even admit to knowing her considering their last interaction.
They both pissed the f**k out of each other.
She slowly turned to face him.
He was staring at her with a bit of a hard gaze. If anything, his face was unusually blank.
His blue eyes bore into her, waiting for a response. Usually he would say he didn’t need one.
Adria’s heart pounded so loudly in her chest. In the past few days that they had stayed together, he had never looked at her like that.
No fondness. But it was still different.
Everything in her wanted to scream yes, and Adria wondered why.
Why was her heart racing?
Why was she suddenly feeling? She hated the way it thrilled her, but it did.
He didn’t care who he was with.
A guilty warmth bloomed in her chest.
Why? Why those feelings she was having?
Her response made Jordan’s head finally snap up.
“Seven will take me.”