MY STEPBROTHER'S RETURN

rying to scan for that familiar, ugly face that I came to pick up. That

ye

of pure peace without having to breathe the sa

er, Joe Fred

certain that there is no way he would come all the way from Cuba to share my joy after the hell that I put him through ever since my father brought him and his mother to our home as his second family. My

could no longer bear my hostility towards him and his mother. He asked to be transferred to a school a

ly prayed that he would remain there. But now, ten years later, he is back? To do what? Has he mustered

ounted over the years, and now that he dared to come back and my father had the guts to force me to pick

face anywhere, I swipe the rec

been waiting for more than an hour now."

bastard son is beyond bridging. Come to think of it, I should have done that, actually. I should have gone to meet t

ind me in less than three minutes! A second

are you complicating things s

roll! "I don't have h

n!" He curses as he

with this jerk's return! He and I are like two axles in the same basket. Always crashing and making each other bleed! Ooh, yeah! That is

ered someone to the core, aside from his mother, which didn't quench my thirst because my father is always ready to play the

ark strikes me as a strong arm pats the bare skin o

my spine! I hold my breath as I take

g for s

forbidden. Only something forbidden could have such a domineering allure to entice someone

d. Slowly an

beneath it, and I take a minute t

es frame his face perfectly. He is not the common, muscular alpha male with 8-pack abs and 16-cm biceps, but he can indisputably stand out in a crowd of millions. His moist, full, pink lips are something that any straight girl would give

t depths of his eyes. They are exactly as I anticipated-deep, golden orbs

, gorg

s? That husky, gu

io! Lord h