“I’ve never seen you before,” he said before I could even step up and grab the bucket. I turned to him and saw him standing tall, one leg on the ground and the other propped on a large rock beside him.
“I’m… Helanie,” I replied, hesitating. I wasn’t sure if I should mention my relationship with their stepfather. The brothers seemed hostile, so I decided to stay silent and wait for Lord McQuoid to introduce me to his sons. I felt more at ease in my stepfather’s presence.
“Sweet name!” he said, tilting his head slightly as his eyes roamed over my body, ogling every inch of me.
I started to wonder if I should tell him who I was before he said something that would make things awkward between us later.
“I’m Maximus A. McQuoid,” he introduced himself, clicking his tongue and strolling in my direction. I held my breath, trying to remain composed.
“Should I carry these buckets to the main ground?” I asked, attempting to break the uncomfortable silence. However, I couldn’t stop my eyes from drifting down to his pants. He was packed tightly in them, and I hated that I had even looked.
“What’s the rush?” he shocked me by stopping right in front of me, hunching down slightly.
“You got quite a body. You know, I don’t discriminate. Anyone who can please me is welcome in my bed,” he said in a husky voice, lowering his face until our eyes met.
I wanted to scream inside. Hearing that from my stepbrother was the last thing I wanted.
“I should go. The others are already working, and I don’t want to-” I tried to flee, but he stepped in my way, his smirk deepening.
“Don’t act like you don’t know I caught you staring at the bulge in my pants. And trust me, it’s growing,” he said, grabbing my hand and placing it on his bulge. Sure enough, I could feel it moving.
I gasped, horrified, and immediately pulled away. Just then, Charlotte appeared, thankfully interrupting the moment.
“Oh! You two have met already?” she said. I jumped back from him, rubbing my face with my hands, while Maximus didn’t seem the least bit shy about what had just happened.
“Huh?” Maximus turned to Charlotte, his smirk fading as she continued.
“I’m saying, have you met your stepsister? She’s Helanie. She’s staying with us for a week.” The minute she made the introduction, the seductive grin on Maximus’ face vanished, replaced by a look of sheer horror.
It was equally horrifying for both of us as we stood there, cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
Helanie:
“Say that again?” Maximus asked Charlotte with a commanding tone in his voice.
“Why? Didn’t anyone tell you?” she pouted, but she knew why they hadn’t been informed. With the storm approaching, it had been decided that there were far more pressing issues than my introduction.
“Are you freaking serious?” His voice grew even deeper, and anger was evident in his eyes.
“I am sorry, but that is the truth. She came to stay,” Charlotte kept one eye on me, almost as if she took pleasure in Maximus’s reaction.
What she didn’t realize was that his reaction stemmed more from the fact that he had said all those things to his supposed stepsister.
“Charlotte-guide the others; they are messing up the baskets,” a shirtless man appeared with a frown on his forehead.
With a striking presence, he stood at an impressive 6 feet 6 inches, his figure commanding attention effortlessly. His hair was a mesmerizing blend of two-toned brown and silver-blonde. Long, thick eyelashes and perfectly arched eyebrows allured his emerald-green eyes, making them seem almost hypnotic.
A distinctive tattoo of a sword marked at the back of his hand as well. His sharp jawline and high, sculpted cheekbones created a striking contrast that highlighted his impeccable facial features. Without a shirt, his well-defined abs drew the eye irresistibly, the low-slung pants enhancing his confidence at the same time.
“Kaye! I was just telling-” I didn’t know what was wrong with Charlotte, but she wouldn’t stop talking. However, it was comforting when the man gave her a stern look, and she immediately zipped her lips.
“I will go guide the maids,” she said, now that her task here was done, and she hurried away. But that didn’t change the fact that I was now under the scrutiny of two men.
“Who is she?” Kaye asked his brother as Maximus continued to breathe heavily and glare at me.
“Meet our little sister, brother,” Maximus muttered sarcastically. I had learned their names from Charlotte earlier that morning.
Norman was 25 years old, Maximus was 22, and Kaye was 20. And the brother that I hadn’t seen around was 23 years old.
“What?” Kaye asked, his eyes quickly scanning me.
“I am Helanie. I am Ursula’s daughter-” I began, thinking they would ask me more, but Maximus’s loud, gruff interruption cut me off.
“Why the hell didn’t you tell me that you are my stepsister? Why did you stand here listening to me talk to you?” He stepped closer, his towering form looming over me, causing me to glance at Kaye for support.
“What did you say to her?” There was a strange hostility in Kaye’s voice. He seemed very intense.
His body remained mostly still, and he kept his gestures minimal. He used only his eyes to track a person, without moving his head.
“Nothing-I was just assigning her tasks,” Maximus replied to his brother but continued to stare at me, clenching his jaw. He looked so intimidating standing so close to me.
“You!” Kaye said, and Maximus stepped aside, visibly disturbed. It wasn’t like I enjoyed hearing him speak poorly about me.
But I wasn’t going to react because, no matter what, I had to stay here for my own good.
“I don’t know why you showed up suddenly, but you won’t be staying here for long. After the storm is over, I want you out of my sight and my mansion,” Kaye said, barely moving, his finger pointing to his chest each time he mentioned the mansion that belonged to him.
“I can’t believe this,” Maximus continued to mutter under his breath.
“Don’t take it too seriously. I’ll get rid of her after the storm,” Kaye said, showing little emotion. He patted his brother on the shoulder and turned to leave.
I hated being alone with Maximus now because I knew he was ready to confront me.
“Why didn’t you fucking say anything when I was-” He closed his eyes, his face showing disgust at the thought of seeing his stepsister in that light. “And you were checking me out. Why the hell did you look at-“
He was delving into the wrong conversation. I hadn’t checked him out; my eyes had briefly wandered because he forgot to wear a damn underwear. Why was he walking around with such a noticeable bulge?
“I didn’t check you out. I was looking at the ground,” I hesitantly lied, but he continued to hiss through his nostrils.
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