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A Twin Stepbrothers Bad Boy Romance
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As you probably guessed, my twin stepbrothers Damien and Derek have never been my biggest fans. That’s fine, who needs a couple of arrogant jerks hanging around all the time? And so, what if they’re gorgeous? They’re still
But when Damien starts paying attention, Derek does too.
I know it’s wrong, but I can’t help myself. Besides, I’ve always been an innocent.
How could I know that the chance to really go wild with my sexy twin stepbrothers was going to lead to the most difficult choice of my life?
Derek has always been my biggest rival…not to mention, our father’s obvious favorite son. I look for any excuse to show him up. The one thing we always agreed on? Our stepsister, Emma – a mousy little virgin, with a nose for trouble.
But one day, I can’t help but see Emma in a new light. She’s curvy, she’s sexy, and she would be my biggest conquest.
Derek has no idea, but I’m falling in more than just lust with Emma…and this time, I can’t let him win.
My brother, Damien, never wanted to grow up. He never took the responsibility of being a man and taking over our father’s massive company. Instead, Damien preferred chasing tail and breaking hearts while spending our vast fortune on nothing.
We’ve never seen eye to eye. The only similar conclusion we’ve drawn? Our stepsister, Emma, and how boring she is. Her mother’s a gold-digger, and Emma seems perfectly content to lap up our father’s money.
Until she grows up, that is. Emma turned from a mousy teen into a stunning beauty with curves so fast I don’t think I can keep up.
I’m falling for her, and I’m not going to take no for an answer.
I leaned over my homework, frowning in distaste and confusion. The longer I stared at the words on the page, the less sense they made.
“Em, can you help me with this?”
I looked up to see my mother struggling with a huge bag of groceries. Leaping up from the table, I grabbed the bulging paper bag from her arms and set it down on the table.
Mom eyes brightened showing a slow smile. “Thanks, honey. I feel like such an idiot. I completely forgot – Jack invited the boys over for dinner tonight, and I somehow thought it was going to be this weekend instead.”
I smiled sympathetically. “I’m sure everything will be fine. You need any help?”
Mom narrowed her eyes and looked down at my homework. “Looks like you’ve got some work of your own,” she said. “I’ll manage. Thanks, honey – you’re so sweet to offer.”
“Trust me,” I rolled my eyes. “I’d rather be doing anything but physics.”
“Jack is so proud of you,” Mom continued. She reached into the bag and set a box of fresh pasta on the marble countertop. “He really thinks you could go somewhere,” she added. “Ever thought about working for Empire?”
I bit my lip. Jack Wilson, Mom’s husband, was the CEO of one of New York City’s most powerful consulting firms – Empire Mesa. While the thought of working for such a company was tempting, I couldn’t lie: Jack made me uneasy. Not becau
“I don’t know,” I shrugged. “I’m still thinking about humanitarian stuff, you know. Maybe something like the Serenity Corps.”
Mom nodded. “Sure, honey.” But she wasn’t looking at me – she was furrowing her brow and staring into the pantry – and I would have bet anything that she’d already stopped listening.
As my mother bustled around the kitchen and began putting together the ingredients for her famous homemade marinara sauce, I bit my lip and leaned over my physics homework. The problem I was working on had stumped me for hours, but I finally thought of a potential solution. Gripping my pencil tightly in my hand, I started doing some calculations to solve the first steps.
I jumped and gasped in surprise as the front door slammed shut.
“Yo!” A loud male voice penetrated the kitchen.
Mom wiped her hands on her jeans. “Jack, honey? Is that you?”
There was no reply. Seconds later, Damien Wilson strode into the kitchen with his thumbs hooked in his belt loops. He cocked his head to the side and gave me a sarcastic grin.
“Hey, sis,” Damien smirked. “Long time, no see.”
“I’ve been busy with school,” I blushed. “Besides, I’m your stepsister,” I added under my breath.
Damien ignored me. He made a beeline for my mom, wrapping his muscular arms around her and pulling her into a tight hug.
“Mom! That smells incredible!”
My mom flushed. “Oh, Damien,” she clearly enjoying the attention. “You’re such a charmer!”
Damien chuckled. I rolled my eyes. Of course, he’s a charmer, I thought. You’re a woman, aren’t you?
I blew my bangs into the air with a sigh of frustration as I leaned down over the paper once again. My concentration kept breaking – I couldn’t focus for more than five seconds without being interrupted by Damien’s sly comments or Mom’s bright laughter.
“Guys,” I gritted my teeth. “Mind keeping it down? I’m really trying to finish this – I have to go back to school later, and I’d like to turn it in.”
“Sorry, Emma,” Mom blushed. “We’ll be quiet.”
Damien looked at me and smirked. He raised an eyebrow and cocked his head to the side, staring at me for so long that I wondered if there wasn’t something on my face.
“Having trouble?” Damien swaggered over to the table. As he got closer, I smelled a blend of musky, expensive cologne and my cheeks flamed red.
“No,” I lied. “I’m fine.”
Damien pulled a chair up and sat down next to me. I took a deep breath and tried to stay calm, but it wasn’t easy when I was so close to his huge frame. At twenty-five, Damien was one of the hottest guys I’d ever seen. His brown hair was pushed back over his forehead, and his dark eyes sparkled mischievously as he grabbed my paper and held it out of reach, smiling smugly at me. He was only four years older than me, but I felt like a perpetual little kid whenever he was around – even at my age, Damien had been poised, cool, and so alpha that I never felt relaxed around him.
“Ahhh, little sis,” Damien rolled his eyes. “I don’t think you’re anywhere close to finishing this.” He let out a wolf-whistle. “You must be really distracted, huh?”
While heat was rising inside of my head, I faked a smile and lied. “I was just getting started,” biting my lip so I wouldn’t start grinning like a fool. “I told you – it’s hard.”
Damien nimbly plucked the pencil from my hand. When his fingers brushed against mine, I blushed again. Suddenly, I felt overly self-conscious. I really should’ve worn something nicer today, I thought, looking down at my dark-washed jeans and peasant blouse. I look like such a fat slob!
“I bet it’s hard,” Damien smirked. “But it’s simple, really,” he narrowed his eyes and focused on the problem. “Here, calculate the acceleration rate.” Rising an eyebrow, Damien slide my calculator to me.
I bit my lip and punched in a few numbers.
“No,” he let out a heavy sigh. “That’s wrong – that’s the velocity.” He grabbed the calculator, deleted my formula, then entered a new one. “So, you take this, and divide by x,” Damien added. “See?”
I frowned. He was right – but unlike my ancient professor, Damien had somehow made the advanced problem much more understandable. Just as I was about to thank him, Damien pushed his chair away from the table and stood up with his chest puffed out.
Like a peacock, I thought, trying to summon the disdain I knew I should feel. But I couldn’t help it – when Damien was around, it was impossible to tear my eyes away from him. Everything about him was so striking that I could barely remember my own name. I didn’t get it – sure, Damien was hot. But it was something more than just looks that attracted me (and no doubt, likely countless other females.) Damien had charisma, charm, a winsome personality. When he was paying attention to me, it was like the world stopped spinning.
Or maybe just started spinning faster.
“So, dinner with the fam, huh?” Damien raised his eyebrows and grinned. “Can’t wait.”
“Yeah,” I stared at my hands. “I’m sure it’ll be fun.”
Damien smirked. “Mom, you have to tell me what you put in this sauce,” he winked at my mother, leaning over the stove. “It smells amazing.”
I rolled my eyes as Mom’s cheeks turned bright pink.
“Oh, Damien, you’re so sweet to compliment an old lady,” her eyes sparkled. “I just hope your father likes it.”
“I’m sure he will,” he chuckled. “Can I help with anything?”
“No, I’m fine,” she stretched her neck a bit. “But I’m thinking of running upstairs and taking a quick shower – do you mind watch over this?” She looked at us and gestured towards the boiling pot of sauce. “I wouldn’t want it to burn.”
“I don’t mind,” I quickly slammed my physics textbook close, sliding it into my messenger bag. “I was just about finished with homework, anyway.”
Mom smiled again. “That Damien,” as though he wasn’t in the room. “What a nice young man.”
“Right,” I forced a smile. “I know.”
Mom waltzed upstairs, swinging her hips from side to side and singing under her breath. As soon as she was gone, Damien opened the fridge and pulled out a beer. He grabbed a second bottle, then jerked his head at me.
“I really shouldn’t be drinking before dinner,” I flushed. “Wouldn’t want to get tipsy.” At least, not around you, I thought. I can barely keep my head straight when I’m sober!
“Good girl,” he smirked, sticking the second beer in the fridge and slamming the door. He held his bottle to the lip of the counter, then made a fist and knocked against the cap. It popped off with one smooth motion. He then lifted the bottle to his mouth and started drinking hastily.
I licked my lips. I’d never been comfortable around men before, especially not men like Damien. His neat little trick with the beer bottle reminded me of just how awkward I really felt.
“So, little sis,” Damien mocked as he flopped down into a chair across from me. “How are things?”
I flushed and shrugged, swallowing hard. “They’re fine, I guess.”
Damien smirked. He raised his eyebrow and let his eyes travel the length of my body, lingering on the round curve of my bust.
“Filling out, I see,” Damien teased. “You know, you should really watch what you eat. Wouldn’t want to gain those senior fifteen.”
My face heated up uncontrollably. Could he stop teasing me?
“But let me guess,” Damien continued in a silky voice. “You don’t care what other people think of you, right? Least of all your stepbrother, am I right?”
I shook my head, feeling prim. “No, it’s not that,” I defended. D
He busted out laughing. He tilted his head back and poured half the beer down his throat, drinking without even tasting it.
“Let me clue you in,” Damien said. “When you get to be older, say, twenty-five…things change a lot,” he smiled slyly. “You’ll get there, Emma.”