Stay-At-Home Brat

Old-Money

As I noted earlier, there are a few chapters in between these 4 updates that I can't post on here. But you can go to Ream to read them for free.
You can read the next chapter here: https://reamstories.com/page/lqj9i1w2uf/story/lw9ffjds1r/chapter/1b9904a2-fa68-4488-96df-a34c1c51432a

Anyway, enjoy Sophia being awkwardly flirtatious 🫣

Sophia's POV

It's Friday afternoon, and I still don't know what's going on within the Corbyn family. I know I'm not carrying any viruses, infections or diseases because of Zander, though. The tests came back negative for both of us. Alexander texted Sebastian saying it was a miracle that his results were all good as well.

''...You really are Alexander's friend again since you're willing to drive to London to check on him,'' I say, buckling myself up in the passenger's seat.

''I'm keen on seeing the manor, too, for historical reasons,'' Sebastian says cheekily.

''I'm keen on meeting the horses and perhaps an affluent brother,'' I tease.

''The only single brother of his is an ugly twat,'' he states. ''Most importantly, a twat.''

''Zander is so fucking stupid to scare away Alex,'' I say. ''Imagine the money and looks Alex will have in 40 years. I mean his dad is handsome as fuck.''

''George is 60,'' he points out. ''He could almost be your grandad.''

''Yeah, I have a thing for fathers with grown-up children. Harry is attractive, too. Until I found out about Michael, you know how I talked about him,'' I gabble. ''You also said you found Harry attractive once—to Alex.''

''What I meant was that he was my type—dapper men. I wouldn't want to date him,'' he says. ''You think you like old men because you have some dad/daughter spanking fantasy in your head. If you were to actually get together with an old man, you'd be dismayed and feel averse to the idea pretty quickly.''

I bite my tongue, my cheeks warming up. ''...This is why I want a dad. So I can tell him you're being mean and snicker behind his back when he scolds you.''

''I don't mind being the mean stepbrother,'' he snickers.

''Seriously now!'' I whine. ''I'm a bit nervous to meet them because I have a thing for old-money autumn fashion.''

''What?'' He laughs out loud.

''Don't laugh!'' I exclaim, feeling how hot my face has become. ''It's when they get their quilted jackets and vests and stylish leather boots out of the wardrobe, which makes my knees wobble and my eyes water. I almost got jealous of Wesley because Ollie looked so handsome in his knitted roll-neck and Barbour jacket yesterday.''

He struggles to stifle his laughter. ''If that's the type of man you wish to attract, I don't think you should wear crocs, tatty joggers and a fleece jacket covered in dog hair. It wouldn't hurt to brush up your manners, too.''

''My personality attracts people. That's how I caught you, and you're better than all the men in quilted vests,'' I say sweetly.

''Thank you,'' he says. ''So I don't need to worry about you hooking up with one of Alexander's brothers?'' he banters.

''No, and if I do, I will share him with you,'' I wink.

He bursts into laughter again. ''Shut up now before I drive off the road.''

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A few hours later, we arrived at our destination. Sebastian lifts his dogs out of the car, and they immediately see Brinkley's extensive garden as the perfect place for zoomies. George waves and calls us merrily, sitting on the portico with Harriet on his lap. The other grandchild catches sight of the Frenchies in the garden and sneaks down the stairs with his gaze riveted on the dogs. When we approach George, I see he's polishing shoes, clothed in what I gabbled about in the car—a beige cashmere turtleneck with a thick brown blazer on top and grey dress pants matched with a pair of brown Chelsea boots.