Bully stepbrother

27. One day

MADISON

My eyes wandered around the room for a while. Where could he be?

These days, Caden hadn't been the stay-at-home type; he had made it clear he wanted to be away from me. However, I was hoping to find him here in his room.

With knitted brows, I stepped into the disorganized room, feeling like screaming. Even walking through the room was difficult for me. I hated messy places, and he definitely knew it. Maybe that's why he chose to never be tidy, instead calling me fastidious and incisive.

Caden wouldn't clean the house or even the bathroom after using it. He appeared physically dashing, but at the end of the day, he slept in a slum. That's the truth about the man I live with.

Arghh! He is so irritating.

Seeking a momentary distraction, I walked over to the window, my eyes fixated on the parked cars lining the side of the road. Among them, I couldn't help but notice the gleaming Porsche parked across the street. "Oh, he does know how to clean his fucking car," I muttered, a mix of admiration and annoyance tugging at my emotions.

My heart raced as I was reminded of his presence.

Suddenly, a voice from behind startled me, breaking the silence of the room. "What are you doing in my room?" he asked, his voice thick with a blend of surprise and suspicion. His words pierced deep into my core, tensing the atmosphere.

In that moment, it would have been so easy to turn around and give him a piece of my mind, just as I had done countless times before. Caden may be an insufferable asshole, but I had my own share of stubbornness. I should stand my ground and face him, reminding him that he had no right to intrude upon my life and manipulate me as he pleased.

The reminder of his actions surged through me, fueling a fiery rage. I regained my composure and summoned all my strength, spinning around to confront him. But as I completed my twirl, I instantly realized it was a misstep.

Flesh... Full flesh.

There he stood, completely exposed, his flesh on full display. In that moment, it felt as though all my memories were wiped clean, from birth until that very instant. My eyes gradually drank in the sight of the man before me, starting with his flawless torso adorned with pectorals and a chiseled eight-pack. The defined V-line leading to regions lower down caught my attention, and my mouth went dry as I involuntarily took in a sharp breath.

'Damn, he is huge,' I thought, my eyes fixated on that part of him. My throat perched as I continued to swallow rapidly, unable to tear my gaze away.

Our eyes stayed locked.

Amidst my internal turmoil, I heard him scoff, his voice dripping with arrogance, before he began moving toward me. Yet, my stupid eyes remained transfixed on his form. Yes, I am a bitch, incapable of tearing my gaze away from this captivating sight.

Okay here is the thing; Caden, the man I came here to give the piece of my mine to is sauntering nearer completely naked and wet from the shower he probably had, his long brown hair clinging to his forehead, his arousal-so help me, god.

A shudder of unease rippled down my spine, sending a prickling sensation through my body. As he took a deliberate step toward me, closing the space between us, my instincts kicked in, and I jerked back in alarm. But to my dismay, there was no room to retreat, and I ended up crashing into the unforgiving wall.

Confusion mingled with fear as I pondered his intentions. What was he going to do? Would he try to kiss me? Perhaps even cross boundaries I wasn't ready to explore?

But before my thoughts could spiral any further, I mentally scolded myself, forcing the chaotic whirlwind to quiet down. 'Stop, just stop, Maddie,' I chided, desperately trying to regain a semblance of control.