Bully stepbrother

2. Disinfectants

I left my bicycle and hurriedly scurried across the parlor to my bedroom door, although I didn't have to open it because it had just opened, and Caden was standing there with only a pair of white boxer shorts and a bottle of water in his hand.

"What the hell?" I exclaimed.

Appearing calm and relaxed, he even stretched. "My door is jammed or something, so I borrowed your bed." He smirked, knowing he had crossed a line.

Disgusted, I stared at him and asked, "And I gave you permission to use my bed for your personal needs?"

"I don't ask permission from anyone. You should know that better than anyone," he maintained his smirk as he started walking towards the fridge.

"Caden, my bed is off-limits to you. You can do whatever you want, but stay away from my bedroom," I snapped.

Curiously, he paused and observed me. For a moment, it seemed like he might be reasonable, but then he opened his mouth and said, "Where will you have me? You'd rather I have sex on the couch?" He pointed to the leather couch in the living room. "Or the carpet? Maybe here? I can imagine different positions on this worktop." He leaned on the kitchen counter, provoking me further.

"You will not engage in any inappropriate activities in the kitchen or on the couch," I warned him.

"Then where do you want me?" Caden shook his head and shrugged, appearing puzzled.

Fueled with intense anger, I started formulating a comeback when the video call that Dad had set up yesterday on the large television screen began.

Great! Family time.

A smirk deepened on Caden's face as he said, not averting his challenging gaze from me, "Angela, it's time to leave."

"I'm putting on my lipstick. I'll be there in three... two... one," she appeared, smiling as if she hadn't just slept with someone on my innocent bed. Well, she slept with the master of promiscuity. She should have it written on her forehead.

How am I supposed to sleep in my bed tonight? I definitely have to change the covers and thoroughly sanitize the entire room.

As the entrance door opened, she added something disgusting along with something I'm used to hearing Caden say to girls after a hookup. "The condom is on the floor. And by the way, my name's not Angela. It's Amara."

Cringing at the fact that I have a discarded condom on my bedroom floor and Caden appears unfazed by it, I feel the urge to punch his face until his lips can't form that infamous smirk.

"What about refraining from sleeping with anything that walks if you don't even know their names?" I retort.

"What's wrong with me sleeping with your species?" He retaliates.

"You're disgusting," I spit out.

"Why are you so bothered about my sex life, Mad?" He raises his eyebrows at me.

God! I hate him. He never calls me Maddie like our parents do, or even Madison like a normal stranger would. Instead, he chooses to insult me by using my name.

What he doesn't understand is that I'm not bothered about his sex life. I'm utterly bothered by everything that involves him because it always leads to frustration and hurts me. No matter how much I try to handle it, the force of his attacks is heavier on my shield.

"Go fuck yourself." That's all I can say as I grab the remote and accept the call.

"Hey, strangers," Dad smiles, just as Mom did when they both waved at us.