Drew!
my step brother.
'''Hey'' he said casually
''Hi'' I replied, what are you doing here?
He was silent for a while, then he took my hands in his and led me outside towards the parking lot and stopped when he got to his car. Goosebumps filled my body form the intensity of his touch, he let go of my hands and instantly I realized I was wearing a bikini in front of him.
I glanced up at Drew his eyes were fixed on my breast, his looks weren't one of a brother telling his sister to cover up because he felt overprotective but were of pure lust and desire.
He grabbed the handle of his car, a black Rolls-Royce Boat Tail. I could work my entire life to be able to afford such ride.
''Get in'' he ordered
I got into the passenger seat of the car without another word, he shut the door and moved around to the other side of the car. He got in and immediately started driving out of the club and that instant, I remembered why i actually hated him.
He has dark hair, piercing blue eyes, toned skin and was devastatingly handsome. my friends used to joke around and call him ''the ladies- man,'' as funny as it sounded, it was the truth. He always got what he wanted and that includes most of my friends.
When we were younger, he would sneak girls into the house at night or during the day when our parents weren't home and would have sex with them. it had been infuriating to hear them scream his name and moan as he made love to them.
He had almost everything he wanted because of his looks, no doubt he was smart, out-going and good at major sports like football and basketball. His poor background never affected how he lived his life outside home and in school, he attracted female of even higher age than he was some of which were responsible for his nice haircuts, clothes, money and even phones.
But of all these, the reason i hated him so much was because he had left home, he left me.
''What the hell were you doing there dancing like a whore, Alexa?'' he asked me, bringing me out of my thoughts.
I ignored him, trying to piss him the more
He stopped the car abruptly by the side of the road making me jerk in my seat, ''didn't you hear me ask you question just now'' he roared.
''Where are you taking me to?'' I asked totally ignoring his own question.
He hissed, put the car back in motion and answered coldly ''to my apartment in the city''. Typical him, always taking control and doing what he wanted without asking about the opinion of others.
''No Drew, I am not going to your house'' I said as I tried to open the car door, he reached over and pulled the door close locking it this time.
You can't go home like this, what were you even thinking? you could walk into the house in a bikini and expect Mark to spare you? You know better not to provoke him.
''Oh now you care about what happens to me? Fuck you Drew! I've been okay for six years without you or your fucking advice, I have my life under control.
''Not with this,'' he said referring to my bikini, you shouldn't be doing this, you shouldn't be in a place like this, Alexa. Does your mom know you strip for a club?
''What do you think, she doesn't ask of my whereabouts and she's okay with whatever I do.''
Do you know what it felt like to watch you dance for me? How much is your pay huh? You render bedroom services too to those old men right?
Tears streamed down my cheeks as I listened to everything he said.
''Alexa you know I didn't mean it that way?''
I looked up at him, a part of me willing to believe he didn't mean anything he had just said to me now and jump over him and embrace him. This is why I hate myself, I hate how vulnerable he makes me feel, how everything he does affects me.
''You understand me?'' He asked, his voice bringing me out of my thoughts again.
I nodded signifying I understood him. His grip on the steering wheel tightened and I knew exactly what he was thinking. It was about his dad, the things he did to me, the way he looked at me and the words he used on me.
''Fuck'' he muttered under his breath hitting the wheel hard.
Drew had left home six years ago at midnight with his friend Nicholas. They had both with the help of investors started a business few years later and now he's rich. A part of me understood why he had left home but the other part of me still felt betrayed. He left without informing me knowing the things I suffered at home.
I tried to avoid hearing news about him nor his whereabouts but I wasn't lucky enough as soon, his face became the cover of most magazines and billboards.
We got to the entrance of his apartment in no time and he stopped the car, getting out and unlocking my side of the door. The cold air hit me as soon as I opened the door and then I realized I had left my jacket in the changing room at the club. I stood there frozen, he turned around when he noticed I wasn't following he, he came back to where I stood and tossed his jacket to me. I wore the jacket immediately and followed him into the building of the apartment, for the first time tonight, I was able to get a good look at him.
He wore dark jeans and a cream color t-shirt with the jacket he had just given to me, a pair of white canvas, his hair was messy but still looked attractive. He looked like a model ready for a photo shoot.
Just then, I saw the cut on his wrist. I remember exactly how he had gotten that cut trying to save me eight years ago. I reached out to hold his wrist but he sensed it and immediately swung his hands above my head resting it on my shoulders.
Billions of electricity sparked between us and I could swear he knew exactly what he was doing right now and how what he does affects my body.
He was my stepbrother and I knew it was wrong of me to desire him this way, but I liked it and wasn't going to stop.