Bully stepbrother

9. Sushi

I was lazily lying on my stomach on our living room couch on a Saturday evening, with no idea what the cooks on the TV screen were actually doing, since the Advil I took a few minutes ago hadn't started working to resolve my intense stomachache.

"You look utterly miserable. What's wrong?"

Did I forget to mention Caden's home?
Well, yes, he is, and surprisingly, he hasn't brought any damn engine around.

But, of course, he would take advantage of my lowest moment in life and make fun of me.

After the first time we ever tolerated each other, the silent war continued the next day. Caden made sure of it when he added some bleach or whatever to my multicolored dresses in the laundry room, turning them into some weird-looking materials. I didn't even confront him about that. I know he's trying to prove something. Maybe he regrets the nice time we had, maybe it hurt his ego.

You can never know what's going on in Caden's head, though. The guy is a good actor.

I was hoping for some alone time this weekend, like Caden was supposed to be in his room or somewhere else that doesn't involve poking me every thirty seconds.

Rolling my eyes, I mockingly reply, "I'm sure it's your least concern right now."

"What? I'm trying to be generous, stepsister." The arrogance in his tone couldn't be avoided; it makes me want to scream in his face.

"Well, hold your generosity to yourself. Nothing good comes from your heart of stone," I snapped.

"Ouch! I must say, I'm hurt. I thought you were supposed to confide in me." I could sense his footsteps around the area, but my eyes remained fixed on the TV show.

"Confide in you?" I snort, finding it utterly amusing. "You must think too highly of yourself." My eyes involuntarily roll before they find his stupidly good-looking face. "Can you please let me be?" I hiss.

"Hello, mad lady." He waves his free hand ridiculously while slipping into his boots. "You don't have to sweat to get me out; I already have errands to run." He reluctantly shrugs his broad shoulders and begins twisting the doorknob.

"Finally, one of your girlfriends is going to the promised Italian restaurant." I use sarcasm, throwing it in his face.

Sadly, he always feeds the same proverb to those pathetic fangirls of his after taking what he wants. But it's even sadder how they always believe his old-fashioned lie.

"I must say, I'm so honored you could finally see my gentleman side. But I'm sorry, I have to break your heart, Mad. I'm too precious for a date with just anyone."

Asshole. I knew it.

"Yes, I'm sure no one wants a damn machine," I mumble to myself and shut my eyes, hoping I could find peace as soon as the door opens and closes. Unfortunately, he heard my silent words because he faces me wearing a smirk on his face.

Good God.

"You have no idea how much money people spend on sex toys these days, do you?" Okay, that got my eyes popping out. "Of course not, you're still a virgin and sexually illiterate." Wow, that's harsh. It gets my eyes widening with even more terror.

Son of a bitch.

"To get a real active dick with a perfect body like mine and a face as flawless as mine as well is a blessing to your species, Mad. Therefore, humans like you would do anything to get me to fuck them," he finishes, the idiotic grin of self-satisfaction on those beautiful lips, oozing nothing but sarcasm and smugness.

God, how can a person be so much like Caden?

"I'm out. Make sure dinner is ready before I come back, unless your catamenia's flowing, then stay away from my kitchen. I can't imagine having blood around the cooking area," he adds when I don't reply to his usual cruelty.