When Miss Bad Girl Meets Her Stepbrother | #Wattys 2018

Entry #4: Closet Dilemma

For a long time, I hated my long hair. I wanted it to be short but dad told me not to because my hair reminds me of my mother that died when she gave birth. It was the only thing that reminds him of her.

But in my situation right now, I am glad that I have kept my hair long. It is my first time having my hair down and not tied with buns which is my favorite hairstyle.

I pouted as I look at myself in the mirror. I kept staring at the red mark that is plastered on my skin. Goodness, I am supposed to have a beautiful hairstyle tonight but that is ruined because of that handsome and hot guy.

My nose flared, I only have two options: I will keep up with this ugly hairstyle having my hair down so I can eat my favorite dessert which is pudding or I will stay here in my room, keep my hair tied up, watch drama, and call my nanny to bring pudding for me but I won't be able to see Ken.

If I chose the first one then I am sure that dad will tear up because I look like my mother and that is annoying. If I chose the second one then I won't be able to see Ken.

This is so hard! Harder than solving the puzzles that dad gave me every day.

I jolt upright as I heard my rosegold phone rang. Who will be calling me? I look through the screen and saw daddy's number. I answered the phone, "Daddy?"

"Hello, sweetie. I want you to dress yourself prim and proper because we are going to visit your granny. She said she misses you and Sapphire and she wanted to meet Ken." Her dad said on the other line.

"I don't want to go, daddy." I said, pouting.

"Why? Did something happen?" Her dad ask, worry is visible on his voice.

"No. It's just that I'm lazy," and I have a hickey on my neck!

"No. You are going with us Kim. You know what will happen if you don't!" Her dad scolded her.

"Yeah. I'm coming down! I just need to put on some nice clothes." I said.

I hurriedly made myself through my walk-in-closet and chose what to wear. In the end, I decided to wear a white dress tinge with pink at the end and has glitters on it. It was a sexy dress but with my hair down, it won't be classified as one. I decided to curl my hair instead of keeping it straight, there gorgeous!

I put on a light makeup, and do my lashes. Thinking of that, I need to send an appointment to my doctor so she can do some eyelash lifting on me.

I made sure that my hickey won't be visible so I put on a little concealer on it. I did my hair and there, no more visible hickeys.

I arranged my bangs and pouted. Such a beautiful creature. I giggled. I put on some pink heels and smiled.

I got out from my walk-in-closet and froze when I saw Ken lying on my bed. His arm covering his eyes.

I stare at his body for a moment as I've seen a little glimpse of his abs. What a hot creature!

"You know, staring is rude. Take a picture and it will last longer silvy." He said and sat up from my bed. For a moment he had this smirk on his face but that smirk disappeared as he raked a hot stare on my body. His face bacame stoic and blank.

"W-what?" I asks, tense. The atmosphere turned to awkward as he stare at me blankly.

"You want to look like a slut?" He said, straightfoward.

"Excuse me? I am not a slut! I got this dress from New York and it is inspired by Paris Hilton!" I shouted and crossed my arms.

"I have nothing against Paris Hilton, silvy. But you with that dress, I told you. You look like you want a man to bang you." He said as he massaged his temples.

"Why do you care anyway?!" I shouted. He remained silent and grab my hand.

"You know what? Just show me your closet." He said.

"There." I said and pointed the closet. We got in and he scanned the whole rack of clothes and look at me disapprovingly.

I gave him a deadly glare and he just shrug. He remove his hands on mine and started roaming around the closet searching for clothes.

He go through the drawers and stop when he realized something, "You really are a big fan of powerpuff girls." He said.

"Stop looking at my panties, you moron!" I said and pulled him away. He chuckled and started to scan again.

"You know? Do you have some jeans?" He asks, looking at me.

"Yeah but they are fitted and uncomfortable." I lied. Yes, they are fitted and comfortable.

"Liar!" He said. "Where are your jeans?"

"There." I said and point it out.

"Your closet is like a half of my room." He said. "This one." He showed me a pair of black jeans, my favorite to be exact, that is fitted and comfortable. "Strip." He said, straightforward.

"W-what?! H-here?! I-in f-front o-of y-you?" I asks, nervously.

He sexily chuckled, "Why you want me to see that powerpuff girl panty of yours again?"

"No!" I shouted.

He patted my head, "Then I won't. Now go wear this, while I go outside to search some clothes for you to wear." After that, he left.

"Moron, my clothes are in here not outside. Gosh, what is going on with his brain?" I said.

As I wear my jeans, I look at myself in my human size mirror. I rolled my eyes, "KEN! THIS JUST MADE ME LOOK SEXIER!" I shouted. Ken was already inside my closet and throw me a plain white shirt. "Where did you get this?"

He look away, "Somewhere. Go change, and please stop buying such revealing clothes. I don't want any other guys checking you out."

"Why? So you are the only one who can check me out?" I said, jokingly. I know it's impossible. Knowing that Ken is s--I was shock when I saw Ken's eard reddened.

"I'm just being a protective brother." He said and left.

I just shook my head and removed my dress. I hurriedly wear the shirt he gave me and I almost fell when I sniff through the shirt's scent.

Ken's perfume. I said at the back of my mind.

"This is his? O my gosh!" I said and jumped. I realized that I'm still wearing my pink heels so I decided to wear black stilletos instead.

After that, I got out. I almost trip when I stepped on something but there's someone who catch me. My heart pounded as I felt how our faces are inches apart.

He assist me to stand up and he look away. "Be careful, silvy."

"Do my clothes look okay now?" I asks.

He look at me and smiled, "Yeah. Much better. If I'm not your step brother, I would definetely kiss you. Now, let's go." He said and I felt my knees go weak, I was unable to stand up.

"K-ken." I called out for him. He look at me and he hurriedly assist me.

"What is wrong with you?" He asks.

"You said you'll kiss me so my knees felt weak." I said.

He chuckled, "I didn't say I'll kiss you. I say if I am not Ken your stepbrother, I will kiss you. But I am Ken, so I won't kiss you. There's a difference, silvy." He said.

I punch his chest lightly and felt my nose flared, "Let's just go." I said and immediately press the button of the elevator and got in.