Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates - Chapter 335

Chapter 335: 335-A Hooker And Her Pimp

Helanie:

“I like this one,” I said, touching a pink gown and smiling at Emmet. He looked so fresh wearing all black. The girls around wouldn’t stop eyeing him all the time. They looked at him as if he was some kind of meal.

Of course, it was exhausting since he was my mate, and I knew I wouldn’t ever be with him, and one of these girls would hold hands with him in the future.

“I think it will look great on you,” Emmet signaled to the helper nearby, and in the next few minutes, I had made up my mind to buy this dress.

However, I didn’t have enough credit for it. It was really expensive, and my budget was low.

“From me,” Emmet gently touched my bag to lower it after he noticed I had been struggling to tell him that I didn’t want such an expensive gown.

“But I don’t want you to pay for anything. Every time you do it for me, I feel a brick of burden added to my back,” I wasn’t exaggerating one bit. It was indeed true.

His help meant a lot, but that didn’t mean I could keep asking for more and more.

“You know I will still buy it, right?” Emmet gave a smooth stroke to the strands of hair that kept messing around his forehead and extended his arm out to the cashier with his card in his hand.

I looked around awkwardly, noticing the girls elbowing each other while staring at Emmet. They kept giggling and seductively pushing their chests out or pulling their dresses down for a good view. And not going to lie, they were gorgeous. They had amazing bodies. How is it possible to walk out of the house, and everyone you see looks like a social media model?

“And show us some beautiful glass slippers too.” My heart flipped in my chest when Emmet asked for the glass slippers. A little laugh had just escaped my lips when I caught him looking at me. I didn’t care about the others, but Emmet’s eyes on me made me shyly explain to him.

“When I was little, I was obsessed with glass slippers. I would always imagine going to my 18th birthday ball wearing glass slippers,” I overshared, but since he listened very attentively, steadily blinking his eyes, I kept talking.

“And, did you go to the ball wearing glass slippers?” he asked, tilting his head.

“No! I was a rogue—,” I hid my ugly truth with a less painful lie. Being a rogue would have been wonderful compared to being in that situation.

“Hmm,” Emmet lowered his head and then signaled for me to try on the slippers. They were beautiful. The minute I slipped them onto my feet, I smiled and nodded my head to buy these ones.

“You really look like Cinderella,” he commented so softly that I forgot to thank him. But the stain from blushing too hard was still visible on my face.

“But don’t ever wait for a prince to come to your rescue,” he commented, holding all the bags himself and not letting me carry anything. He also got himself a suit. Our shopping was done, and going with him was amazing. He was so mature and caring about little details that I never got bored of his company.

“Is it not good to have someone who loves you and protects you?” I asked, slipping into the passenger seat with him.

“Not that it is bad or anything. It’s just that you won’t find someone like that, and it will break your heart. So become someone of your own first, and then look for love. But remember, don’t be afraid to toss a person out of your life if they hurt you, and then don’t shed a single tear for them. You got it?” He pointed his finger at me as he sat down, and in that moment, I don’t know what happened—my heart skipped a beat.

His eyes deepening into mine made me gulp and then nod my head weakly. He was so adorable.

“Are we heading home now?” I questioned, and he gently shook his head.

“Now we will eat something first and then head back home, if that’s okay with you and if you don’t have to be somewhere else,” he asked, and I happily gave him a head nod.

I had nowhere to be. But Maximus had been blowing up my phone—to the point that I had put my phone on silent.

We went to the same Benita’s Café since her pack was the closest, and we had already shopped from the pack’s mall.

We entered the café, and as always, Benita rolled her eyes at my arrival.

Everyone was gawking at Emmet, but he was casually making his way past the tables to get us one at the very end.

Once we two settled, Benita quickly took the menu card from the waitress to come speak with Emmet herself.

“Emmet McQuoid, you finally showed up,” she had a huge fake smile on her lips, her eyes shooting daggers at me whenever she could.

“How are you, Benita?” he asked, clearing his throat.

“I am great. But how are you? You stopped coming here a few years ago. I still remember when you and your brothers used to come play with Kedron,” she mentioned her son, probably. He was the only one she spoke about whenever the brothers or Penn showed up. I had gathered from her that she had only one child, and he was in the Fellmoon Academy.

“Right, how is he now?” Emmet inquired, his thick eyelashes blinking before he caught Benita’s eyes on me. “She is Helanie. A special student and also—my soon-to-be stepsister.”

It was amazing whenever he introduced me because he used my academy title first, but the latter part always drained my energy.

For some reason, him calling me his stepsister just made me wonder if he really had no clue about the mate bond we shared or if he just didn’t care.

“Oh!” There was a clear sign of discomfort on her face, and in that moment of disappointment, she blurted out something that left me paralyzed.

“Then you must take care of her. You know, I found her on the hooker’s street with her pimp.”