STEPBROTHER (R-18)

Chapter 29

Scarletts P.O.V

What seems like minutes later, but is almost an hour later, you're sipping on a mixed drink through a

straw when you see him.

"Shit..."

Oliver stalks toward you, phone clutched in his hand, his narrowed gaze scrutinising you. You hop up,

your drink sloshing out of the cup and spilling onto the ground, some getting on your shoes.

"What are you doing here?"

"I'm here for you"

"The hell you are. How did you find out where I am?"

He raises his brows and points at Bri who's across the yard talking to Shane.

"Next tine, if you want to be sneaky, don't post a picture with your location and with the person throwing

the party tagged in it. The idiot has his address posted on his timeline.

"Ohhh. Fuck."

Oliver is furious. His shoulders are tense, jaw clenched, as he gestures for you to follow him.

"Let's go"

"You're not the fucking boss of me"

You shake your head and bring the drink to your lips.

"You're fucking mistaken if you think I'm gonna let you go home with someone, especially while you're

this wasted."

Awe he's pretending to care...

"Why don't you stay and have a drink?"

"No thanks"

You frown, glancing around.

"Where's Theresa?"

Oliver shakes his head, glancing at his phone beefier sighing and stroking his chin agitatedly.

"Probably asleep"

"She's not with you?"

"No"

She didn't sleep over. Thank god.

You ignore the confusion as to why you're happy about that, and clear your throat before shrugging.

"Well, I don't understand why you're here"

"It doesn't matter. I'm taking you home"

So I can get fucking yelled at by mom? Hell no.

"Not happening"

"Then I'm taking you and Bri back to her house"

You cock your head sideways and scoff.

"You're awfully bossy. She might not want to leave yet"

He sighs, obviously fed up with getting you to go to the car so he moves past you and head towards

Bri. Her eyes widen when she sees him and her face goes red.

What the hell is he doing?

You quirk a confused brow, and watch as Bri nods and hugs Shane, before she heads back towards

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Fuck. She caved. He gets whatever the hell he wants... again!

You fume silently as they near you, and set your drink down on the bench near you.

"Bri, I thought you weren't ready to leave?"

"I'm tired..."

You shoot Oliver a furious look and clench your teeth.

"You're something else. I'm not going."

"Well, you can walk to the car or I can carry you"

In front of all these people? He's not bold enough...

"I'd like to see you try"

"You really don't think I wont throw your ass over my shoulder because there's a bunch of clumsy drunk

idiots around?"

He snickers loudly before he wraps his arms around your legs and tosses you over his shoulder.

Fuck me...

"Oliver, what the hell is wrong with you?"

He begins walking towards the car, Bri following suit as you flail in his arms.

"I warned you"

"Fuck you"

"Not here, baby"

Oh I bet he's loving this shit

"Bri, you're just gonna let him kidnap my ass?"

"It is funny to watch"

That tired bitch is useless.

You continue to thrash your legs, yelping when Oliver smacks your ass.

"I like a challenge"

"Put me down, asshole!"

"We're almost at the car"

"Fine. I'll fucking walk!"

He halts, and you let out a deep breath.

"Oh, you're ready to cooperate now, huh?"

"Whatever, Just let me down"

He smacks your ass again, chuckling before he sets you back down and gestures towards the car.

"Lead the way"

"I really fucking hate you sometimes"

He clutches his chest dramatically, with a sly smile.

"Mm, hate fuels desire, Scar"

I'm physically going to punch him.

When you get to the car, you climb into the front seat, an watch as Bri sprawls out in the backseat. She

closes her eyes and sighs and you know she'll probably fall asleep any second. He glances back at her

as he buckles his seatbelt, before setting his eyes on you, only his expression is much softer than

when he first arrived.

"What?"

"Nothing"

You firm your lips, feeling the air get thick with tension as he pulls out of Shane's driveway.

Doesn't seem like things went so good worth Theresa

You fiddle with your fingers, aware that every chance he gets he can steel a glance at you.

"Tonight just wasn't my night"

"Why?"

Its silent for a moment, and you furrow your bows, intrigued by the way he tightens his grip on the

steering wheel and seems to peer off in to space, before he sighs and glimpses at you.

"Well, because I cant stop thinking about you... I tired to pretend I couldn't be with you, but honestly, it's

proven harder to stay away from you than I ever fucking thought it would be"

Your mouth falls agape.

Oh my god.

He sighs, rubs the back of his neck, and bits his lip.

"I don't want to fight it anymore"

"Then don't"

You ride in silence for a few minutes, part of you wishing he'd respond. The vast silence is deafening,

and it chips away at you, as nervousness fills you. When you get down Bri's road, and he pulls out in

front of her house, shutting off the car, he turns to you, and for a moment, you think he's going to say

something, instead, he leans forward, caressing the side of your face as he presses his lips against

yours.

Oh yes.

You kiss him back, moulding your lips against his, tasting his tongue, revelling in the way he touches

you; gently but with dominance, like he's no longer denying that he wants you, that you belong to him,

and you let him.

There's no one I've wanted more...