Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates - Chapter 574

Chapter 574: 574-Call Him Daddy
Helanie:

Once he took me to our bedroom and placed me next to the door like a statue, he locked the door while I stood there, glaring at him with my hands on my waist.

“What?” he asked, shrugging.

“What is going on with you? I was trying to help Charlotte,” I argued, watching him act like he didn’t care. He began taking off his wristwatch, all the while staring at his reflection in the mirror.

“Did she ask for your help?” he asked.

“Huh? Your mother hit her,” I added.

“Okay? Let them deal with it. You’re supposed to be in your bedroom past ten,” he stated—no, he ordered and my breath hitched.

“Why is that? Are you my father now?” I questioned in a sharp tone. Maybe I wanted the old Norman back—the one who didn’t make me feel so shy. I used to be playful with him because I knew Norman didn’t have the courage or interest to make me blush or embarrass me.

But this new version of him was leaving me speechless. I might have liked it—if he hadn’t slept with Jessica or told me he loved her.

“Is that the word your generation uses these days?” he mumbled, either zoning out or pretending to. He was acting like he was some old man.

“Don’t you guys use the word ‘daddy’?” As soon as he said that, his smirk widened, and his eyes moved from his own face to mine in the mirror.

“If you think you’re helping me out because I was embarrassed last night or hurt that you weren’t… turned on, you’re wrong. It was my wolf who texted you, so I don’t even care how you responded or what you—”

My rambling faded as he turned around and began walking toward me.

“I don’t do charity work, Helanie. I don’t care if someone is embarrassed. I do what I feel like doing,” he said. It was his way of telling me that he wasn’t acting strange to comfort me about the other night. But the way he kept walking toward me made me start stepping back.

“I —I don’t know what you mean,” I muttered, shyly looking down. When I looked up again, I saw him unbuttoning the rest of his shirt. A gulp got stuck in my throat when I saw his abs. The tattoos on his chest reminded me of Jessica, but he didn’t let me break out of his trance.

“What are you doing?” I asked, backing away without looking where I was going.

“What does it look like?” He tossed his shirt aside and unbuckled his belt. That’s when my steps reached the edge of the bed and I tumbled backward onto it. As soon as I landed, I saw him smirk and stop at my feet.

“Norman—-I don’t know about this. You haven’t told me. I mean—Jessica and you,” I began to feel so shy, completely unable to speak, especially as he pulled off his belt and unzipped his pants. He slid them down, revealing black shorts underneath.

Then he climbed onto the bed. Over me—making me lie down flat while I stared up at his handsome face. He continued crawling across me until he reached his side of the bed.

I instantly sat up, frowning, turning around to glare at him as he adjusted his pillow and curled under the blanket.

“I don’t know what you wanted me to do,” he said, a hint of playfulness in his tone as he lay there and closed his eyes.

What an asshole. He purposely did it. Who crawls over someone just to get to the other side of the bed? He knew what he was doing. I wish I had been stern and told him no.

“Huh, you have some wild delusions,” I mumbled, trying to save face and headed to the bathroom.

While showering, I kept thinking about his stupid face and abs as he crawled over me. I realized I didn’t say the right words. The way I reacted—it was like I was ready to sleep with him if he just explained why he slept with Jessica.

“I’m so stupid,” I hissed, slipping into a silk top and matching silk shorts.

By the time I came out of the bathroom, the room was dark. He must’ve been resting. He does fall asleep for a few minutes here and there.

I got into bed, my back facing him, and sighed. But the minute I got comfortable, I felt pressure on my body from behind. He slid closer and suddenly wrapped his arms around me, his leg bent and draped over mine.

I was too shocked to move. Even my breathing slowed. He was breathing on my neck, and that’s when reality hit me—he had me completely covered with his body.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

The silence was so thick, my gulp sounded like water being poured into a glass.

“Sleeping,” he whispered. My shoulders tensed, unintentionally sinking his face deeper into my neck. The way he effortlessly slid one hand under my body to hold me by the waist, while the other hand lay over my arm—his fingers locking onto mine so I couldn’t move—it made sleep impossible.

I was too frozen to react. On one hand, his embrace felt like the heaven I’d been waiting for. His actions were no longer empty hints—it was obvious now. He wanted me.

But on the other hand, I remembered the night he rejected me–the night he said he loved Jessica… the night he slept with her.

So I had to stop this. I couldn’t let him give me hope that would only end in heartbreak.

“Why? You don’t want to sleep with Jessica tonight?”

The moment I said it, I noticed his breath vanish from my neck.

“What?” he asked, immediately removing his arms from me and sitting up—legs folded under him, fists resting on his thighs.

“You slept with Jessica last night,” I hissed, watching him narrow his eyes before staring at the wall behind me—and then, he started chuckling.

“Ohhhh!”

I had no clue what was so funny about this, but his reaction pushed me into my stubborn mode. He wasn’t getting away from this conversation tonight.