Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates - Chapter 418

Chapter 418: 418-My Stepbrother Is So Hot
Helanie:

“Huh?” he asked.

“Nothing. I’ll go back to the hostel now,” I said, freeing my hand, but he wasn’t letting me go. He was holding me so effortlessly in place that he confused me with his strength.

“Come inside, we’ll talk first, and then you can leave,” his commanding voice stirred something inside me.

I reluctantly followed him inside and entered his room. He locked the door behind us, causing my heart to miss a beat.

Then, he lit a candle, making me realize there was no electricity tonight due to the heavy rain and storm.

“Have a seat,” he pulled a chair for me near his, then sat down on his chair himself. I took my seat and watched him put the decor on the table. It was an antique paperweight.

“So, what were you saying? I asked you that I would drop you to the hostel?” It wasn’t a threat or anything, more like him trying to recall ever saying that.

“You did,” I said, and he cocked his head in bewilderment.

“I don’t remember.” It almost came like a horror, the way he uttered it and looked around.

“I really don’t remember. I’m so sorry,” he was genuine in his apology, but that didn’t change the fact that he might have not remembered.

“It’s okay, of course, you forgot. You had a busy day,” I scoffed, feeling like a fool and too controlling of a person to be upset over something that I had no business in.

“Umm, something else. You have something on your mind that you’re unwilling to come clean about. Tell me, what do you mean by that?” He pulled my seat even closer by dragging it from the side of my legs and placed his hands on my seat’s armrests.

“It’s nothing really. It’s your life, and I have no business in it. I’m just upset that you didn’t remember your promise to me,” I could only act like this in front of him. Whenever he would take care of me or do his little concerned gestures to convince me that I meant something to him, I would feel so much better.

“Helanie, tell me,” he insisted, and in a miserable moment, I confessed.

“You were out and about with Sage on a date.” The minute I said that, I shocked myself—and him too.

“I’m not intervening in your life, but you could have at least told me to arrange my own ride back home,” I said, quickly trying to do damage control.

“Hmmm, so me dating Sage isn’t the problem then?” he shocked me when he bobbed his head.

I could be reading him wrong, but it appeared as though he wanted to know my reaction to him dating her.

“I mean, if you like her,” I shrugged, looking away and biting my tongue. I should have just remained silent. It was getting so awkward talking about his personal life and acting like a jealous girlfriend.

“Yeah, you’re right. Anyway, I’m sorry for not remembering my promise. I’ll keep track of any promise I make to you next time,” he mumbled while leaning back in his chair. He then continued to lean to the side, resting his elbow over the armrest and supporting his face with his fingers on his temples.

I didn’t like that he didn’t deny dating or liking Sage. Maybe that was the truth?

So did he really like her, and what next? Were they going to get married and have babies?

“Okay, I should go. You might be staying to spend time with your girlfriend, which, by the way, is a very weird thing,” the petty side of me jumped out after he refused to deny the accusations. I was being too much, I realized later, but in the moment, it felt like I was doing everything right.

“Okay, but why is it weird?” he asked.

“Because—” I almost hissed while he was watching me, smirking through his eyes. So what? Now he was enjoying turning into his brothers who loved watching me in pain?

“She is your student,” I hissed at him.

“Oh, really? But I thought you two were on good terms and friends, always helping each other with their boyfriends?” Now he straight-up called himself her boyfriend, and I was devastated.

“So, you are admitting to dating her?” I asked out of confusion. He shrugged, making me clench my jaw.

“Okay, go ahead, date her. I’m just warning you that—” I didn’t have anything to say to him. This interaction should have never happened. I don’t know why I decided to ask him all this and get myself hurt. But the minute I was about to get up, he leaned forward and placed his hand on my chair, stopping me from leaving.

“What is it now? Why are you not letting me go?” I asked in an irritated voice.

He kept staring at my face before coming even closer.

“So it has nothing to do with the fact that you’re jealous?” he asked in a husky voice. The deepness in his voice made me skip a heartbeat.

“Huh, why would I be jealous?” I scoffed, trying to act cool.

“So you won’t get jealous if I touch her?” he tilted his head and lowered it to get a better view of my eyes.

“No, I wouldn’t,” I hissed, not raising my eyes to meet him.

“Not even if I do this?” His voice turned even huskier as he pinched my chin to raise my head and leaned in closer to my face.

He got even closer with every passing second and very gently brushed his lips over mine. A spark ran through my body, and goosebumps took over my skin. It was a different kind of pleasure.

He pulled a few inches back, still holding my chin, and asked, “Now, even if I do this?”

With that, he pressed his lips harder than before and kissed me so hard that the loud sound of the smooch echoed in the room. It was only a few seconds, but it left me paralyzed.