My stepbrother

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Zayne

I drive up to the house, and there's a moving truck parked in the driveway. Mommy dearest moves in today, I assume. I scoff; I cannot believe Dad married some random woman in Vegas. I park my car, hop out and stroll up to the door.

“Maija, is the truck empty?” A woman asks as she unpacks a box in the living room. She looks up, and I’m face to face with a beautiful African American woman. Not my father's usual type, he usually dates twenty-year-old models who try to get in my bed once he’s out of town. She looks at me with confusion before it turns into a smile.

“Zayne?” I nod in response.

“I’m Carolyn.”

unwilling to speak to this woman I know nothing about, but that does not deter her.

about you all the

he never mentions you,” I mumble under my breath, but loud enough for her to hear. She ignores my little remark and continues hugging me before releasing me slowly. I look at the woman, confused, as she smiles warmly

to rip my clothes off, but having lost my mother when I was 5, I am not familiar or comfortable with this look of affection. She tilts her

must be exhausted since you just got back.” She smiles warmly at me again, and for some reason, I feel like

  I nod; she busies herself emptying boxes. I scan the room, analyzing all the boxes left to

turning to the staircase. I climb a couple of steps before my phone

myself collide with something soft and fragrant. I grunt before looking at whoever ran me over in my own home. A dark skin girl, brown eyes, pouty lips covered in red looks up at me. She parts her lips slightly as if she is about to speak, and that’s all it takes for the

that she is my stepsister and should be off-limits does

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