My Stepbrother secret obsession

Precisely Everything I Am Not

LEIGH

The drive to the city was quite exciting, even though it was nothing more than Ava peeping through the rearview mirror from the passenger seat.

We arrived at the strip even earlier than expected since Jullian is one hell of a fast and furious driver.

The plan was to give my two friends a tour of where I grew up, but it had unexpectedly become hard with the distraction I had here.

Ava, of course.

When I thought things would go smoothly, and we could finally have that necessary conversation about the night in the garage, she steered the wheel and changed directions.

"So, what do you do for a living?" Ava asked Jullian in her thick, mellifluous accent, purposely bringing his hands around her waist.

What is she trying to play?

The asshole appeared as if granted paradise from the gesture.

Don't get me wrong, Ava is paradise, but mine alone. And him? He was nowhere close to being worthy of her.

"I'm in school for now." He beamed down at her.

She smiled and brought her hand around his waist as we walked through the pedestrian sidewalk.

The noise around us should have swallowed their conversation, but I was too wary of picking up what they were discussing to pay much attention to Claire, who was walking beside me.

"I mean with your body. You're so sturdy; it makes me hot." She smirked, although her eyes were darting back at me.

Okay, enough of whatever game this is.

I took two long steps, releasing Claire's hand, and snatched Ava from Jullian.

"The fuck, man?" She angrily yelled, but he didn't; he knew better.

Clasping her arm, I practically seethed.

Tugging her petite physique away from my friends, I towered over her, shielding her from their eyes.

That's when I confusedly asked: "What is wrong with you? You are underage. That is not legal."

Ava was nothing I'd ever seen; even the rays of the sun agreed with it. Up and down, side by side, she was thoroughly gorgeous. Her cute heart-shaped face and chin fitted those vibrant hazel eyes that changed with light and emotions. She had slick brown hair, so nourished and voluminous. Her hereditary celestial nose was realistically angelic, one that you have to curb the urge to incline and peck the protruding tip. Below that nose were her lips; most people would disagree that they were natural, not that they would agree on everything about her features, because she appeared so remarkable that heaven must have paid extra attention to crafting her differently. Her lips were full, the upper and lower lips equally shaped with a heavily defined cupid's bow.

She was tall, mainly after a year without seeing her, but she stood a foot or more below me. She was full-figured yet slim; the magazines wouldn't hesitate to drop to their knees, begging for her sculpture on their cover.

Indeed, she was a goddess, one with a very naughty and rebellious personality.

She was squirming, trying to break out of my firm hold.

"Says the person who screwed his high school teachers." She breathed heavily and shakily, still trying to break out of my grip. But mostly because I knew my closeness was affecting her emotionally and physically, no matter how tough she fought it.

So we are doing this right now around hundreds of pedestrians?

Although where she chooses to bite is so low. Bringing my past to hurt me was also nothing like her.