Step Brother

Don't Tell The Police

The guy I attached a photo of is who I picture Tommy as.

EDITED

Luke's POV

Watching the younger bartender flirt with Morgan makes me sick to my stomach. No one should be talking to her that way but me. And the worst part is, she is flirting back. He's easily 21, being that he is a bartender and all, and he is too old for her.

I watch her laugh at something he said as she takes sips from her drink. I can't help the jealousy running in me. That should be me and Morgan, not some other guy and Morgan.

I am close enough to hear them but not very well with this loud music playing around me. I look away from Morgan for a split second to the dance floor where I see Morgan's friend, Haley, grinding with a guy that has bright green hair and an eyebrow piercing. He looks like he is homeless by his ripped clothes and facial hair.

I look back to the bar just to see that neither Morgan or the bartender are there. I feel anger inside of me at the thought of them doing the worst, having sex. But I shouldn't think that Morgan would give herself up so easily to some person she doesn't even know.

Morgan's POV

"You wanna go outside for a bit so we can actually hear each other clearly?" The guy asks and I agree.

We walk outside and he finally tells me his name.

"My name is Tommy," he says. He leans on the railing on one side and I lean on the railing across from him.

"Mine is Morgan," I tell him.

"You're so beautiful," he says. "No, I mean you're name is beautiful. Well, you are beautiful too, but um.... I like your face."

I laugh so hard at his rambling and the last sentence. He looks at me with a blush rising to his cheeks, making me laugh more.

"Sorry," he says quietly and I try to calm my laughter as he decides to look down at the ground, probably embarrassed.

I eventually do and say, "It's fine. You're funny."

"I-I meant to be funny," he says and I chuckle.

"How old are you?" I ask him, curiosity tearing at my guts.

"21," he answers. "You?"

"18," I say.

"You're a bad girl," he says with a smirk. "Sneaking into a club and drinking underage."

"Don't tell the police," I say with a small smile.

"Don't worry, I won't," he tells me and comes closer.

I laugh again and I am cut off by his lips on mine.

I am taken off guard and before I can respond, he is ripped off of me.

I look to see who tore him away from me and I want to rip his head off when I see him.

What the hell is Luke doing here?!