My Stepbrother-Too Hot To Handle

DAMIEN:

I never knew we could ever be this good, or even be so close to the extent that your absence would affect me. I mean, when I knew that we were going to be siblings, it almost drove me crazy. I was sick, and I was sad. Who would I tell? I wondered.

Then I remembered that I didn’t have anyone to tell which made me think it would get better. But you hated me so much which made things so hard for me, and I swore to avoid you at every cost even if it was hard. I have thought of running away so many times. Maybe to where no one would see me again.

It was so hard to understand you, and the kind of person you were in school, made it a lot harder for me. But the day we had our first bump kiss, I began to struggle with my emotions.

And maybe it had even started before that. I could now see you everywhere in my head, and craved to see you more often than I have ever done. I was scared too. What if Mum found out that I was crushing on my brother?

But then things picked up pace, and we kissed again which affirmed everything that I was feeling. Finding out that you had been my gaming buddy, really spun me off my head because it was hard to believe.

And just like that, we met each other at the closest point a relationship can get to three different times. I knew that there was no going back, the moment I admitted that I love you. I told myself: It is going to be so hard to get over this first love of yours.

I love the memories we shared, and gaming with you was the best part. Late night with you laughing and smiling, made me know that Damien wasn’t the guy I knew months ago. Talking about ourselves and things we never tell others, made me see that there was more to this guy that I knew I was going to love even more.

It has been hard without you by myself. Knowing you are avoiding me for some reason, is killing me so much that I don’t know how to reconcile with my heart. It has been hurting so much too. There are so many of my clothes that smell of you, that I have had to pack them into a bag to reduce this craziness in me.

The second text message you sent again, is making it so hard to hold on to myself. If I end up seeing you and we don’t makeup, I’m going to lose my mind.

I want you to be the best Damien. I want you to shine. You are so much better than you know. I wish you the best in everything that you do, and I hope you become the best gamer and game owner very soon.

Guess what? I’ve ordered my prom dress and it is coming soon. I hope your tuxedo is ready.

Thank you for everything, Damien. I can say you have made me see myself in a better light than I have ever done. It is nice having you as a lover.

Wishing you the best and sending you loads of kisses.Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

Courtesy, Dabby.

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I read Dabby’s letter again and again for the fifth time, and every word hurt my heart like she was actually saying them to me. It made me realize how hard it is to love someone when you cannot be with them.

It might look too plain a story or far-fetched, but Dabby changed my life in ways only I could tell. She made me feel secure about many things I wouldn’t want anyone to know, even more than an adult or my best friend had ever done.

I had always flirted with any girl who was willing and had nothing serious to do with any of them except for show, but Dabby made me know that I could love and enjoy my time with another person in my space. Hanging out with my best friends had always been about the clique, but spending it with Dabby was the best fun without getting tired.

I had fallen too deeply in love with her, and the couple of days that we had not seen each other was bad for me. Leaving home early, coming in late, finishing exams fast, and doing every possible thing to avoid her. But nothing was working to cure my fever which was rising day by day, because I was missing her badly.

Going to the cafe every evening with the excuse that I wanted to see Aunt, made me realize that she could never be in the same position behind the counter taking orders. Mason was rarely around the cafe again, and it was a true realization that had set in with everyone’s different lives.

Gaming was hard, and trying not to drink was harder. Trying to utilize my time for meaningful things wasn’t so easy, because I felt the hours were not passing by the way they normally did. It made me even opt for school books and maybe rekindle the old passion I had once had for books.

We were done with exams already and it was the end of high school already. Xavier suggested that we throw a party at my house, but we ended up throwing it at his which was the most popular party.

I don’t know how he did it, but a lot of people ditched Jasper and Bryan’s party to be at ours. I didn’t do anything there or have any fun and just drank till I slept off in Xavier’s room.

Dabby and her Mum were out of the house for two straight after the party, and it was just preparations for prom that were left. I feared that they might have left for good and chickened out, but I was rest assured when I discovered that every arrangement with everyone’s room remained the same.

It was Thursday morning and the first message I saw was from Mason, and he said that we should meet at a sports university where he trained with other swimmers. When I arrived at the huge standard pool where they trained, he waved to me with a bright smile like that was how we had been our entire lives.

He challenged me to a swimming duel, and he was like ten seconds faster than me when we came out and checked the time duration.

“You are a really good swimmer. I like the third best here now, and the last person is in the same spot as you. I was even worse when I started,” Mason told me with a chuckle.

“I’m good at so many things you know,” I boasted with a smirk across my lips, and Mason huffed.

“Pride!” He emphasized as he rolled his eyes, and we both laughed again as I went to sit beside him to take a break.

Turns out that he had ordered pizza and a lot of things that we could eat after swimming, and it felt really good having to talk about the past we had shared with my cousin. I had been wondering if we could ever go back to the same way we were in the past, and it felt like we might even be better than that.

“You wanna talk about what is going on with you and Dabby?” He finally asked after hours of talking about ourselves, and I sighed hard. I had been trying hard to ghost both of them, and Mason finally had me good.

“She hasn’t been fine. It is really hard for her, and it hurts me too,” he continued, and I could see the genuity of how much he cared for her too. He was a good man till the very end without confessing his feelings to her.

“Do you know where she has been going these past few days? Last week too,” I asked him.

“Her interview and all. Her Mum is having a custom-made prom dress for her, and they are getting the perfect designs for it too. She is making so many preparations for Dabby and has been taking her everywhere for college preparations,” Mason chuckled at his words, and I smiled too because I could relate. Having Joanna as a Mum was already enough work, because she was so dramatic.

“I really love Dabby, and I still do. Shit is really hard, and I don’t even know where to start,” I finally let out my pain in frustration, and sighed hard because it had been killing me to keep alone.

Back to the day, we made out at the workshop……………..

After I raised Dabby from the ground into her room through the window, I entered through the kitchen exit door to meet Dad waiting for me at the kitchen entrance. I was going to ignore him like I usually did, but his question held me back from moving another inch.

“You fucking Joanna’s daughter, ain’t you?” He asked in a gruff voice like someone drunk.

“I don’t think we should talk now,” I waded him off.

I don’t care whatever you do with any other girl, but just know that this marriage is contract based. And why? My company is going through a crisis and needs funding, which I need that grumpy grandfather of yours to do for me once I get remarried. And for Joanna, the settlement is going to be for Dabby’s eye surgery, schooling, and clearance of her debts. I’d advise you to end everything now, else I’m cutting everything off,” he summarized everything that had been going on to me, and I was in shock because I didn’t expect to hear something like that.

“What are you…….”

“I know you do not believe me, so here is the proof of our marriage contract,” he threw the file at me, and I opened it hurriedly to read what was written in it.

‘What the actual fuck?’