STEPBROTHER (R-18)

Chapter 19

Scarletts P.O.V

Later that evening, you're getting ready for your date after Jayden texts you that you're just gonna do

something casual at one of your favourite places to eat. You decide on a cute yellow dress that dips

low near your cleavage but flows nicely, stoping mid thigh. You fluff up the waves in your hair with your

fingers, smiling satisfied as gentle ringlets border your face.

When you ascend the stairs and walk out towards the dining room, you see that Kirk, Oliver and your

mom are seated at the table. They all look up at you, and you notice the way Oliver's eyes narrow

"Are you going on your date?"

You nod, and smile brightly at your mom

"Thanks mom for letting me go"

Kirk gives your mom a curious look, and she just shrugs. He grins.

"I think you're rubbing off on her Kirk"

"I just might be"

Your mom taps the seat beside her, and you walk over, your shirt heels click against the floor, before

you lower yourself into the chair and avoid Oliver's gaze. Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

"So where are you guys going?"

Your mom's eyes are wide and excited as she awaits your response

"We're going to eat and hangout"

"Hangout huh..."

You shoot Oliver a glare, and watch as Kirk nudges his son.

"Enough, Oliver"

Oliver rolls his eyes and continues to pick away at his plate of chicken.

I'm glad he's annoyed. He wanted to treat me like dirt... well, I'm not just gonna sit here with my hand

on my ass and be here when he's over his mood and wants to fuck. No thanks.

"What are you guys gonna do after eating?"

You shrug.

"I'm not sure yet. We have it narrowed down between mini-golfing, and just going for a walk on the bike

trail"

"Oh, sounds romantic. And your dress looks beautiful"

She pulls at the ruffles on your strap, and smiles, clasping her hands together.

"My girls growing up!"

You chuckle, before covering your face briefly

"Mom, please don't embarrass me"

"Oh stop, they don't care. Is he picking you up??"

"Yeah, he is. He'll be here soon"

You watch as Oliver tightens his grip around his fork, and keeps a petulant frown on his face.

"Do you even know this guy?"

He directs his question at your mother, who raises her brow before placing a small hand on his

forearm.

"Nice of you to be concerned about her safety, but Scar can take care of herself"

You shoot him an arrogant grin, satisfied when he look away angrily.

"Its just someone from my chem class, Jayden. I better go wait for him out front anyways. I'll leave you

guys to eat in peace"

You rise from your seat, knowing Oliver is shooting daggers at your back as your leave the dinning

room.

Please don't follow me... don't follow me

You open the front door, checking quickly that you have your phone and purse, and close the door

behind you. You stand outside, and check your phone for a text when you hear the front door open.

Turning, you know exactly who it is before you even se him.

"What do you want, Oliver?"

You ignore the way you get excited as you take him in, wearing faded jeans, a leather jacket and a tight

t-shit that outlines his muscles.

"You're really going on a date with that dumbass?"

"Its none of your business"

You throw his words back in his face, and cross your arms over your chest, willing Jayden to show up

sooner.

"Besides, you looked pretty occupied this morning when you were telling me to leave you alone. You

got your wish. I'm leaving you the fuck alone, and thank god"

Oliver snickers sardonically

"Oh, is someone jealous?"

"Not even a little... you can do whatever you want with whoever you want. Even the woman from earlier

if your want. I don't give a fuck"

"Sounds like you do..."

"Nope. Fuck her for all I care. Hell, gloat about it when you get home, I'm done"

You feel relieved when you see Jayden pulling up in an SUV. He waves at you, and you smile. You

leave Oliver standing angrily on the steps out front. You wave at him just for emphasis and grin when

you notice him narrowing his eyes.

Perfect. He's pissed off. And I'm jay getting started. Screw him.