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img img My Hot Step Brother Wants Me img Chapter 4 Seven minutes in heaven
4 Chapters
Chapter 6 An innocent little prank img
Chapter 7 I wish it were you img
Chapter 8 Tell me img
Chapter 9 That's why i apologised img
Chapter 10 Spread your legs img
Chapter 11 I have been watching you closely img
Chapter 12 Are you watching porn img
Chapter 13 You belong to me img
Chapter 14 How long have you been fucking your brother img
Chapter 15 Unless img
Chapter 16 Sneaky little rat img
Chapter 17 Relentless img
Chapter 18 Stay with me img
Chapter 19 Aftermath img
Chapter 20 Hurt and broken img
Chapter 21 Fucked up img
Chapter 22 On thin Ice img
Chapter 23 Taunting words img
Chapter 24 You're sick img
Chapter 25 Lair, Liar, pants on fire img
Chapter 26 Omri img
Chapter 27 Hatred img
Chapter 28 Fucking liar img
Chapter 29 My head spin img
Chapter 30 After taste of sin img
Chapter 31 Unravelled img
Chapter 32 Touch me, please img
Chapter 33 Please fuck me img
Chapter 34 You did well for camera img
Chapter 35 Where she belongs img
Chapter 36 I know your secret img
Chapter 37 The stalker img
Chapter 38 Icy cold img
Chapter 39 The masked man img
Chapter 40 What is this video img
Chapter 41 Leaked video img
Chapter 42 Suspended img
Chapter 43 Too far img
Chapter 44 Hurt you img
Chapter 45 Personal vendatta img
Chapter 46 The boy in the video img
Chapter 47 The worse hasn't even started img
Chapter 48 Thank you, Em img
Chapter 49 Some kind of punishment img
Chapter 50 All gone img
Chapter 51 Blackmailed again img
Chapter 52 I promise img
Chapter 53 A goood ass fucking hacker img
Chapter 54 Am I interrupting something img
Chapter 55 An unusual encounter img
Chapter 56 A bitter truth img
Chapter 57 Accusations img
Chapter 58 You always did img
Chapter 59 It's over img
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Chapter 4 Seven minutes in heaven

If there was anything in Emily's gaze that hinted that she knows what transpired between Hasan and me, she didn't show it. Or, she was just good at hiding it and was just waiting for the perfect moment to use it against me. For some reason, I couldn't speak. Not when my thoughts were all over the place. I couldn't risk blurting out what is meant to be a dirty little secret between Hasan and me. All I could do was stare at my best friend with suspicion that left her confused.

Emily directs me to my bed and helps me on the bed. She disappears for a second and appears with a bottle of water. I take it and gulp it down, thankful for the freshness of the whey and the way it soothes my dry throat.

"Can you talk now?" Emily's face is too close to mine.

I blink, processing what she'd just said. Emily looks at me knowingly, her eyes widening. "Yes! Yes!" I say loudly in a tone that says I was anything but okay. I stand and move away from Emily, afraid to taint her with my immorality.

"Taty, what is up with you? You've been out of it. Did Hasan do something-

I don't let Emily finish her sentence before I cut her off. "Did Hasan what? Why would you think Hasan would do anything to me?" I stutter anxiously, my cheeks suddenly burning red as I recall how he touched me.

Emily chuckles nervously, though she tries to hide her confusion. "Calm down, Taty. I didn't say Hasan didn't do anything to you. It's just.... I saw him leave your room, and you have been out since then." She explains, and I realize my bashfulness almost ruins my cover.

"Oh... oh... yeah, yeah ... I'm okay. Totally fine. I'll, um..." I scratch the back of my head, trying to find something to say to convince Emily she has no reason to worry. "I'm okay. Yeah, I'll be down in a bit. Go have some fun in the meantime." Emily nods and exits my room.

Fuck! That was close.

I sighed out heavily, throwing my body on my bed. I need to get my emotions in check, and I also need to kill Hasan.

*****

Hasan's party went through a complete 360 from when I walked in earlier. Music blasted loudly. The party was being held in our basement, which had soundproof walls, but somehow, I swear the neighbors could hear.

I spot Emily in a full-blown makeout session with Hasan. He was the first to see me, and although his lips were locked on hers, he managed to give me his signature annoying and provocative smile. My stomach ties in a knot with jealousy. How could he tease me one minute and make out with my best friend the next?

A hand wraps around my waist. It probably was one of Hasan's friends wanting to dance with me, but I was too angry at Hasan to entertain anyone. First, he throws a party knowing full well it will get us in trouble. Then he corners me in my bathroom, and now he's kissing my best friend? He is such an ass.

The kitchen is full of horny teenagers. On the counter, there's a bowl of punch, and I know very well not to drink it. They probably spiked it with whatever drug they could find. I opened the fridge and took out a bottle of water.

Before I could uncap the bottle, a boy I recognize from my calculus class takes out a transparent plastic from the back pocket of his jeans and shows it up to his friends, who yell out in excitement.

"Hey! No drugs!" I yell out, but my voice could not be heard over the music roaring through the walls. Before I could storm toward them, Emily steps in front of me, squishing and giggling like a twelve-year-old who just had her first kiss.

"Come with me." She doesn't wait for my response before she drags me to the patio. Outside, it's Hasan, his team members, and some girls on the cheer team. Emily lets go of my hands and hurriedly takes her place next to Hasan. Hasan, on the other hand, smiles at me knowingly. I return his smile with a threatening glare.

I proceed to sit between Hasan's best friend, who is also co-captain of the football team, and the co-captain of the cheer team. We sit in a circle, and there's a bottle in the middle.

Dave, Hasan's best friend, stands up and clears his throat. "We are playing seven minutes in heaven." He states, and everyone goes haywire, a common reaction for those who don't have the balls to do what they want to do and rely on a bottle to give them seven minutes with the one they admire. Pathetic if you ask me.

"The rules of the game are quite simple. You spin the bottle, and whoever the top lands on, you get to spend seven minutes in heaven with them. Why don't we give the honors to our host?" Dave turns to Hasan. His friends howl playfully, messing up his perfectly styled hair.

He empties his cup before scooting to the middle. He takes hold of the bottle and winks at me before spinning it. They wail together, drumming their hands in synchronization, chanting, and eyes glued expectantly to the bottle as it spins.

Suddenly, ten pairs of eyes are on me. I look around nervously, wondering why at first, until my gaze meets Hasan's before shifting to the bottle pointed in my direction.

Oh, fuck me.

"No. I am not spending a second with that asshole in heaven." I am already on my feet walking back to the basement.

"Don't be such a prude, Taty. It's just a game. Rules are rules." Dave says. I stop in my steps, slowly turning on my heels.

"It's just a game, but that's my stepbrother. How perverted can you be?" I snap. Dave shrugs as though my line of thought was absurd.

"What do you think you'd be doing with him?"

Fucking asshole. He was trying to play the you-are-the-perverted-one card. "Don't know. Don't care. I'm out."

Dave stops me again. "Okay. Okay. In exchange for backing out of the game, why don't you answer this question?"

I didn't have to answer any questions. The option to walk away was there. But I didn't want everyone thinking I was such a prude. Besides, what question can Dave ask that would be more than me to answer? Nothing.

"Do you think Hasan is hot?"

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