Chapter 8
Moans interrupted my thoughts.
They were soft at first but soon grew louder. Chloe’s voice was all too familiar. “Ethan… Shouldn’t we keep our voices down?” She chuckled softly, her voice gentle and with a hint of deliberate coquettishness.
There were so many guest rooms in this house, yet they chose the small room next to mine. It was intentional.
I heard Ethan’s voice, relaxed and smug. “So what if she hears? Do I have to get my stepsister’s consent to have sex?” He paused before his tone became gloomy and hoarse. “We’re not related by blood. I don’t owe her anything.”
I grasped the bedsheet tightly.
Chloe moaned again, louder this time. She was putting on quite the show. Chloe whispered, “She still likes you. That’s why she lied and said she was married. How pitiful.”
Ethan chuckled. “You’re her future sister-in-law. It’s time she learns her place.”
“Oh God! Yes!” There was another moan, and then there was silence.
I sat up, feeling utterly nauseous. I picked up my phone, opened my chat with Zach, and sent him a message: [Are you asleep?]
I hesitated for a moment before deleting it.
A few seconds later, a FaceTime call lit up the screen. It was Zach.
I rejected the call.
Then, his messages popped up in the chat like a burst of bullets.
Zach: [What did Ethan say again?]
Zach: [Don’t ignore me.]
Zach: [You deleted the message. Who else did you want to send that to?]
I did not reply.
Zach was indeed good to me financially, but other aspects of him, especially his possessiveness, were exhausting.
Even through the screen, I could feel the pressure under his fury.
Then, he sent a last message.
Zach: [Don’t sign the divorce agreement. I will make our relationship public. ]
Before I could reply, there was a knock on the door. It was Ethan. He leaned against the door frame like he had just walked out of an erotic perfume commercial. His shirt was unbuttoned, and there was a fresh red scratch on his collarbone. He did not even pretend to hide it.
“I used my hands. I didn’t really f*ck her or enter her body. Does that make you feel better?” he said casually.
I looked at him as disgust rose in my throat. “What does this have to do with me?”
He smiled as if he had complete control of my weakness. He closed the door, locked it, and walked toward me before muttering, “We haven’t met in a few years. I thought you would never come back.”
1 straightened my back. “This is my home too. You will always be my stepbrother.”
It was a warning.
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He smiled icily and sinisterly. “Do you think saying that will protect you?” He leaned in close to me, and his warm breath brushed my ears. “Do you want to know why I didn’t use my dick to make love to Chloe tonight?”
I did not answer.
He muttered, “Because all I can think about is how mesmerizing you were in the swimming pool.”
