My Stepbrother-Too Hot To Handle

Damien

I was pissed when I noticed that I was talking to Dabby, and she got distracted by a message notification from her phone. I knew I had overreacted with how stressed I was from tending to her the previous day, but I was mostly because of the plans of vacation I heard my dad discuss with her mum.

If it was in the past that I knew that Dad was traveling, I would have been happy because it was a great avenue to have my freedom to myself. But having to remain in the same house with a clumsy girl for days, where I would want to host a party and enjoy my space stuff is the worst.

I could never allow anyone to know or find out that we had become step siblings. Especially from school.

Without even allowing me to say any further, she opened the door to the car and alighted like she had been waiting for that. And off she ran like a flash of light without even looking back. I wondered why she was really dumb.

I was used to seeing most ladies rebel whenever they didn’t like something, or complain whenever something was going hard for them. But she was the first that I have seen that just allowed things to go naturally, even if it wasn’t to her own best interest. I really hated that. It looked fake.

I drove really fast to school and parked my car at the school park, as I sighted Xavier sauntering forward to where I was standing. He apologized again for ditching our plans, and I just let it go because it would seem like I was sulking over something insignificant.Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

When it came to acting perfectly, I could do that without any flaw. I never allowed anyone to see my weakness, or my shortcomings because that was how to remain the best. I loved the influence, popularity and effect I had on both genders, and I would live the best moments of it hiding my real self.

School ended earlier than normal because it was a Friday, and my friends had spread the word about a pool party that I would be hosting. I mistakenly told them that my father was out of town, and they reminded me immediately that it was my turn to host a party, since I had avoided my turn almost four times.

It was a perfect time to host the party, but getting a step sister who was also a student made it worse. I really hated the idea of hosting the party, and I refused immediately. They reminded me of our bet.

I ended up agreeing with them one way or the other.

Only those that were worthy were invited to the party, which often increased the anxiety of everyone who wanted to be there, while trying to curry favor by doing their best.

When it came to hosting parties, I did it best because our house was a great one with the best infrastructures, because of dad’s great taste. It was always a once in a blue moon thing, but it was usually worth it and memorable for the students.

I might as well make everyone’s weekend fun, before the day that was greatly anticipated for lovers to celebrate their day.

When it came to making the best party decorations too, I normally mapped out the theme while our housekeeper does the great job of the perfect setting.

I was Damien Anderson, and I always did the best and most astounding.

As expected my stuck-up dad and his new wife were out of the house for good, and probably sitting their flight on their way to wherever vacation spot they called it. Surprisingly, Dabby was not home yet.

I called the housekeeper that normally came during weekends to clean the house, to get the job done that evening and also make the perfect arrangements too.

They drained the pool and scrubbed it clean on instructions, while filling it with water and other buying would be done the next day. The time set for it was 3:00 pm in the afternoon.

I was surprisingly home all evening playing video games, when I heard some kind of loud noise downstairs in the kitchen and I knew it was Dabby. She was too loud with her actions instead of her words, and was clumsy in everything too.

Few minutes later, there was a knock on my door and it was surprising to know that Dabby would want to enter my room when we are totally home alone. I told her to come inside anyway.

“I made dinner. Chicken soup, rice and rolled omelet,” I heard her say to me as I focused on my game, and I wondered what made her think I would want to eat her food.

“You can go have it by yourself! And get out too!” I told her off immediately, and focused on what I was doing so that I would not lose the game.

She however seemed to focus on what I was doing for a while without saying anything, and then turned to leave like I had not sounded so rude to her.

‘Was she really that insensitive to words or too stupid?’ I wondered. ‘Well, she wouldn’t dare talk back to Damien Anderson,’ I ended up concluding.

It was the entire evening that I used to play games, and then completed some work that I was doing on my laptop till late in the night.

While working silently in my room with a moderate level of music playing, I could hear someone’s laughter from downstairs and I wondered if our room was poorly sound-proofed, or if it was she who was loud enough to resonate that irritatingly.

It was past 10:00pm already and I was feeling some kind of hunger attack in my intestines, as I shut down my laptop and checked to see if I could still order food. And also to shut that clumsy girl up.

My mind first went to going to the refrigerator in the kitchen to drink milk, and then checking if there were still any delivery orders possible for the location of our house.

As I walked past my own hallway and strode down the stairs, I began to wonder what was up with all the lights of the house because everywhere was dark. I walked further and made my way to the large living room, and the only thing I noticed was huge images playing before the screen.

They were two people of opposite sexes looking at one another so tenderly, and the next thing my eyes caught was them kissing so passionately like their lives depended on it. I wondered what they were really feeling, to act in such an amorous manner towards one another, and if a casual kiss had to show too many emotions.

‘So our cute little clueless Dabby watches romantic scenes like this?’ I almost chuckled at the thought, and walked past the living room to the kitchen.

My hand grabbed the handle of the refrigerator, and was hoping that the only bottle of milk that was left there in the morning would still be there. It would be a hassle to go grocery shopping that late.

I was surprised to see that the refrigerator was now stocked with different varieties of convenience foods and other things had been arranged neatly to the huge racks and sub division spaces.

‘It was no doubt dabby.’

To make my tummy grumbling worse, I could still perceive the scent of the chicken soup she offered me earlier. Not wanting to succumb to the temptation of what I had rejected, I went ahead to take a gulp of milk instead from the smallest bottle. Still, it was doing nothing.

I moved back to the door of the kitchen to see that Dabby was really into the movie she was watching, as I returned back to open the pot that was seeping out the smell of the tempting dish.

My hand grabbed the first drumstick that caught my eyes, and immediately dug on the flesh with my teeth. In a few minutes, I had finished it. The texture of the chicken was really munchy to chew on, and it was properly spiced and seasoned. To admit truthfully, the food tasted really nice.

I couldn’t wait to have the great combo of food that she said she made together, as I grabbed a plate for rice from the second pot, and another one for the warm soup. In a few minutes, I ate more than usual and wondered if it was because of the crazy hunger.

For the rest of the night where I would not likely not sleep, I served some more soup onto a plate that had a lid, and took it back to my room. Immediately I finished eating it too, I just rolled on my bed and slept off.

The next morning felt good because I woke up in a pleasant mood around 8:07am, and stepped out of the bed to go and wash up immediately. I came out of the bathroom after spending so much time bathing, and then dressed up in a simple cotton short and black pants.

I walked down the huge stairs ready to drive out of the house, when I saw someone’s little body crouched to the couch. It was Dabby who was still sound asleep, probably because she had stayed up all night to watch movies. She was in a red nightgown and seeing her on the couch pissed me off.

‘Didn’t she know that she and someone were now in the house? Did she really trust me so well to not do anything? Such a clueless fool.’

I just shook my head and walked towards the main door, making sure to slam the door loud enough to wake her up, as I left through the door. By the time that I would come back from the store, she had to be nowhere around the sight of me or the people coming to the party.

‘No one could find out that we were living together, and she was obviously not invited to the party of course.’