MY STEPBROTHER DESIRE

A girl came out carrying some items that were unloaded from the truck.

"Mom, where should I put this box?" The girl asked in a loud voice.

"Just put it down!" A mature woman answered. She was about forty years old. Her face was gaunt, and her smile was very soothing.

Clara, the girl's name. She was only eighteen years old. Her mother, Matty Grunts, had just married Martin Fox, a wealthy widower in the United States.

"Are you tired, dear?" Matty asked. She smiled at her daughter.

"It's fine," Clara replied.

For Clara, her mother's happiness was everything. Before her marriage to Martin Fox, Clara and her mother were in dire financial straits. Matty was a cake maker, but since Clara's father, John Salvatore, was sick with cancer, Matty was forced to quit her job to take care of her husband. Sadly, John passed away two years ago, and that left Clara's family in a terrible state.

Fortunately, Matty met Martin Fox, a successful businessman in the United States. His company is engaged in building architecture. Martin fell in love with Matty, and they married after a year of dating.

"Hi, Dear." Martin, Clara's new stepfather, came out of the house. He smiled at Clara. Clara walked up to him and shook Martin's hand.

"Hi," Clara greeted. She looked awkward. She knew about Matty and Martin's relationship for the past year. But it was still embarrassing to think of Martin as her father.

"I've prepared a room for you upstairs. You and Geralt will have rooms next to each other," Martin said.

"Geralt?" Clara muttered. "Is he staying with us?" Clara didn't know about this.

Geralt Fox was Martin Fox's only son. He was twenty years old. Clara had only met him once. And even then, they didn't talk to each other.

"Yep. I hope you'll get along with Geralt," Martin said. "He's a bit quiet, but he's a good boy. You'll be studying at the same university."

Martin smiled kindly at Clara. Yep, Martin was very nice indeed. He was the savior of Clara's family. He was also very attentive to Clara.

"I've prepared a nice room for you. You like pink, don't you?" Martin looked very excited.

Clara smiled and nodded. "Thank you."

"No need to say thank you. You are now my daughter. You are my responsibility. Don't feel shy."

"Thank you so much, Sir. You don't have to go overboard like this. You've always helped me and my mother." Clara felt reluctant. She didn't want to be seen as taking advantage of Martin's wealth.

"Hey, Baby. Don't talk like that." Martin put his arm around Clara. He seemed very fond of Clara even though she was not his biological daughter. "I love you like my own child. I won't differentiate between you and Geralt. After all, I've wanted to have a daughter for so long. You are a gift in my life, Clara.

Clara smiled. Martin was being friendly to her again.

"Okay, we're not relaxing!" Matty was annoyed that no one was helping her move the goods. There were still some items that needed to be removed from the truck.

"I have to help Mom before she goes mad at me," Clara said.

"Okay. I'll help you." Martin replied.

"Sure."

Clara and Martin quickly approached the truck. They had to move their belongings before nightfall.

The new house Martin bought was located in New England. Martin deliberately moved to an area with many forests to be calmer in building a new family.

"I am sorry," Martin said to Clara as he took things from the truck.

Clara shrugged her shoulders. She didn't understand why Martin had to apologize.

"Why?"

"You should move from New York to New England. You're not used to a place with too many trees like this," Martin said.

"No, no, no. This is amazing." Clara didn't mind at all. Although she did miss her friends in New York.

Clara picked up a box and brought it inside.

"You can go to your room after this. I'll finish it." Martin looked very enthusiastic. He wanted Clara to see the room prepared for her right away.

Clara shook her head with a smile. She didn't want to sit around while her parents were busy. Tai seemed to think Martin could handle it.

"Mom, can I go to my room?" Clara asked.

Matty was busy cleaning up. She didn't pay much attention to her daughter. After putting down the box, Clara went to the second floor. She wanted to see what kind of room Martin had prepared for her.

When Clara opened her eyes, she saw a room full of pink. Wall paint, bed sheets, dolls. Even the study table was pink. Clara looked at her for a moment. She didn't look happy, but she didn't protest at all.

Clara went into the room. The room was big enough for her to use alone.

"Amazing," Clara muttered.

Clara sits on the bed. She felt very awkward in this room. Clara took out the locket on her necklace. She opened the locket and saw a picture of a blond man.

"Dad, I am happy now," Clara said.

Clara laid down on her back. She looked around the room and couldn't believe she had such a nice room.

Moments later, there was the roar of a car entering the house. Clara immediately got up and looked around to see who was coming.

"Geralt?" she murmured.

A man got out of the BMW. The man looked very cool. His body was tall, and his face was handsome. His skin was pure white. His nose is very sharp. His appearance is very charming. Typical of a rich man, and he was so hot. Clara instantly felt inferior.

Clara looked through the window. Martin and Matty called Geralt's arrival. Geralt looks up and accidentally sees Clara.

Matty turned his head. She immediately waved her hand. It was a code for Clara to meet her stepbrother.

Clara sighed. She tried to catch her breath. It felt awkward when she had to get acquainted with a handsome man who had to be her brother.

Clara immediately went down to meet Geralt. She tried to smile when she passed him.

"Hi, Geralt. We met at the wedding," Clara said.

Geralt looked at Clara intently. He did not smile at all. Instead, he glanced at Clara slightly sarcastically.

"I know," Geralt replied.

Geralt just walked away after seeing Clara. Clara, who had tried to be friendly, felt annoyed at Geralt. She followed Geralt into the house.

"Why are you being indifferent to me?" Clara asked. "Did I do something wrong?"

Geralt continued to walk up the stairs. He did not care about Clara, who continued to follow him. Until Geralt passed a room whose door was open. Shades of pink were clearly visible in the room.

Geralt then looked sarcastically at Clara. His gaze clearly looked like a look of hatred.

"You're fortunate," Geralt said. He then went into his room.

Clara frowned. She couldn't understand why Geralt would say something like that. She needed an explanation, so she barged into Geralt's room.

"Explain what you mean!" Clara screamed.

"You have brain, right? Use it." Geralt was too indifferent. He then took off his jacket and threw it unceremoniously at Clara.

Geralt even took off his shirt, so Clara clearly saw Geralt's body. There was a massive scar on his back, but it was covered by a dragon tattoo. But Clara could see the tattoo.

"Do you really hate my mom marrying your dad?" Clara asked.

"Not entirely wrong," Geralt replied, taking off his pants.

"What are you doing!" Clara squealed. "Why are you taking off your pants here!"

Geralt didn't care. Meanwhile, Clara hurriedly left Geralt's room. After Clara left, Geralt was pensive. He suddenly slammed his pants. He looked distraught.

"Fuck!" Geralt even ruffled his hair. He looked around for something in the desk drawer but couldn't find anything.

Geralt looked so distraught that he threw himself on the bed. There was something that made him so upset, but Geralt couldn't put it into words.

Meanwhile, Clara brought Geralt's clothes that were thrown at her to the maid. She wondered why Geralt's attitude was like that towards her.

"Miss, why are you carrying dirty clothes to the back? Let me do it," said the servant.

"These are Geralt's clothes. I'm just dropping them off," Clara replied.

"Geralt?" the servant muttered. She hurriedly took the clothes from Clara.

"Can you tell me what Geralt is like?" Clara asked. "Was he haughty?"

The servant said nothing. Clara was even more astonished. "Why don't you answer?" she asked.

"If you want to know about him, you should hang out with him, Miss. But Geralt doesn't quickly get along with new people.

Clara sighed. Apparently, having a new family was not as wonderful as she had imagined. Her mom did meet a charming rich man, but Clara never paid attention to the condition of her stepfather's family. She thought Geralt could accept her existence.

***

Dinner time arrived. This was the first dinner for Clara's new family. She had just left her room to go to the dining room. She accidentally bumped into Geralt, who had also just come out of the room, but Geralt was wearing a jacket and jeans. It was definitely not a costume for dinner in the house.

"Where are you going?" Like a curious person, Clara had the initials to ask.

"None of your business," Geralt replied. He walked on, ignoring Clara.

Clara was forced to remain silent. Geralt had ignored her several times already. Geralt entered the dining room. Martin and Matty were already on standby in the dining room.

"Are you leaving, Geralt?" Matty asked.

"Hem," replied Geralt as he picked up an apple on the table. He immediately took a bite of the apple.

"Why did you leave on the first day your mother and sister moved in?" Martin thought Geralt was very rude.

"I have other business," Geralt replied. "Who the hell told you to come when I'm busy."

Geralt quickly left the dining room. Martin was very embarrassed by his son's behaviour. He immediately chased after Geralt.

"Honey!" Matty didn't want Martin to fight with his son. Matty knew that Geralt was not used to her arrival with Clara.

Clara stood by the door, and Geralt walked right past her. She turned around and followed Geralt, who walked to the garage.

Geralt took out his motorcycle. At that time, Clara also let out her thoughts.

"You're so childish!" Clara screamed.

Martin looked at Clara, who was talking to Geralt.

"Go away." Geralt pushed Clara aside as he was about to leave. He didn't even care if Clara wanted to scold him.

Clara saw a helmet on the back of Geralt's bike. She immediately put it on. When Geralt started the engine, Clara quickly got on the bike.

"What the hell are you doing!" screamed Geralt.

"Do you think you're the only one who hates this marriage? I hate it, too. If you want to avoid your parents, I will, too."

Martin let Clara be with Geralt. He thought Clara could get close to his son if they hung out together.

"Go on. I'll have dinner alone with Matty," Martin said.

"Thank you, Mr. Fox," Clara said with a smile.

"Call me dad, Clara. "It's hard, but try."

Clara just smiled. Although she blessed her mother to marry another man, it didn't mean that the father figure in her life could be replaced.

"Let's go," Clara said to Geralt.

"Oh, shit! I'm not going with you," Geralt protested.

"Then I won't get off your bike either." Clara was not to be outdone.

Geralt shook his head. He didn't have time to argue. As a result, he immediately left, even though he had to be with Clara.

Clara was actually afraid to go with Geralt. After all, they were still strangers to each other. They had never been formally introduced. Geralt was rarely home. He preferred to spend time with his friends, just like now.

Geralt took Clara to an empty building near the forest. However, the vacant building contained several young people who were busy partying. Some of them were drinking alcohol. Some were making out. While others are busy with motorbikes.

Geralt's arrival attracted the attention of the young people in this place. Geralt was indeed a prevalent and respected figure among his friends.

"What the hell is this place?" Clara asked. She felt that this place was creepy. Moreover, the people here seemed to be juvenile delinquents.

A blonde woman approached Geralt. She put her arm around his shoulders, and they made out.

Clara felt awkward watching the scene. She didn't know that Geralt had such wild associations.

"Who is she, Geralt?" the blonde asked. "Is she your new bitch?"

Clara was saddened by the blonde's words. Completely lacking in manners. Meanwhile, Geralt smiled sarcastically.

"No," Geralt replied. I wouldn't do anything with a woman like her."

Geralt's words were like a taunt. It hurt, but Clara tried not to be intimidated. She extended her hand towards the blonde.

"Clara," Clara said. "Geralt's sister?"

Geralt showed a displeased expression. "Step-sister!" He even corrected Clara's words.

The blonde smiled. She noticed Clara's appearance in detail.

"Your sister is too dressed up, Geralt. I don't think she fits in here," the blonde said.

"I know. Just leave her alone. I don't care." Geralt walked away. He entered the building.

The blonde looked at Clara, then put her arms around her. Clara felt very awkward.

"Why did you have to follow Geralt here, sweetie. You should be at home, drinking warm milk and sleeping. This place doesn't deserve you."

"What do you mean?" Clara asked . "I'm eighteen years old. I'm free to decide where I want to go."

The blonde chuckled. Clara didn't like the laughter that seemed to mock her.

"Are you Geralt's girlfriend?" Clara asked.

"Girlfriend?" The blonde chuckled. "Geralt wouldn't date a woman like me. Do you think his father would approve? His father is so strict. I don't want to get into trouble with the conglomerate."

Clara was confused. She didn't understand this kind of wild socializing. She was just an ordinary teenager living an everyday life.

"Ginny, by the way." Ginny extended her hand to Clara.

They got acquainted. Despite being ignored by Geralt, at least Clara had a friend to chat with.

"Come on. Let's take a look around. You should see your brother's habits." Very cheerfully, Ginny escorted Clara.

Clara followed Ginny. Several men stared at Clara. Gazes like hungry predators at the sight of a beautiful woman. Clara's appearance was ordinary, but no one would deny that she was beautiful.

"When did you get here?" Ginny asked.

"Nine hours ago," Clara replied.

"Oh, great. You haven't rested, and now you're following Geralt. My advice is to never have any problems with him."

"Why?" Clara asked.

A few moments later, they arrived at a place resembling a dueling arena. Clara saw that Geralt was only wearing shorts. The tattoo on his back was unmistakable.

"What is he going to do?" Clara asked.

"Duel," Ginny replied with a proud smile.

"Duel?" Clara couldn't believe it.

"Why?" Clara immediately approached Geralt. Spontaneously, everyone also highlighted Clara's arrival near Geralt.

Meanwhile, Geralt was surprised that Clara approached him in the duel arena.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Geralt screeched.

"Why are you dueling?" Clara asked.

"Oh, fuck!" Geralt didn't want to be embarrassed. "Get out of here. I'm swamped. I don't have time to deal with you."

The man who was Geralt's opponent was impressed with Clara. He approached Geralt and Clara.

"Is she your new bitch, Geralt?" the man asked.

"Shut your mouth, Matt!" Geralt screeched. "She is my step-sister."

The man named Matt smiled. He approached Clara, but Geralt immediately stopped him.

"What do you want?" Geralt was acting like a possessive older brother.

"Oh, come on. Your sister is so hot. Let me see her," Matt said.

"Beat me first, then you can see her," said Geralt.

"Why are you making me the bet?" Clara couldn't accept what Geralt had done.

Geralt suddenly grabbed Clara's hand. She looked sharply at Matt.

"Are you afraid?" Geralt asked.

"What are you talking about?" Matt showed his muscular body. He then glanced at Clara. "I will win this duel!"

Geralt smiled, but suddenly, Clara pulled him out of the duel arena to a quieter place.

"What the hell are you doing? Why are you risking me? And what exactly is this place? Why do you have to duel?" Clara was hoping Geralt would explain.

Geralt looked at his step-sister. Actually, he intended to play a prank on Clara. He didn't like Clara coming with him. He thought Clara was bothering him too much.

"Who told you to follow me? I have my own life. And you have no right to intervene," Geralt retorted.

"But you risked me!" Clara screeched. She stared at Matt, who looked fierce. "How could you beat that man? He looks like he wants to eat me!"

Geralt also looked at Matt from a distance, and then he smiled.

"Don't underestimate me, Little sister. You don't know who I am."

"What the hell..."

Geralt pulled Clara's chin, looking at her intensely. Clara suddenly felt awkward because Geralt's face was so close to hers.

"You can't tell my dad about this. Or I will ruin your mom's marriage with my dad," Geralt threatened.

"You don't like my mom?"

"I don't like all the women my dad has ever been close to. They all just want my dad's money," Geralt replied. "But I don't hate your mom. If you don't act up, I won't do anything."

Geralt rubbed the tip of Clara's nose. He then re-entered the dueling arena.

Clara's heart was beating very fast. Geralt was really dueling. She didn't dare to come closer. He didn't want to see the duel, but Matt looked at Clara like a hunter.

The duel began. Geralt took his stance. He was calm compared to Matt, who jumped up and down while occasionally throwing his fists.

"Give me your sister, Geralt. She's so tempting," Matt said. He was very confident.

"Dream on."

Geralt aimed a punch at Matt's chin. In just seconds, Matt was pushed away by the blow, but he still managed to hold on. Meanwhile, Geralt tried to observe Matt's movements.

"Fuck!" Matt's mouth was bleeding. He was provoked and attacked Geralt relentlessly.

Emotion is something that should be avoided during a duel. The opponent will quickly read the movements and weaknesses. Geralt continued to parry Matt's attacks. He deliberately made Matt exhausted. Until they were at the boundary of the arena. Geralt launched his kick.

"Geralt!" Clara screeched when she saw Geralt kick Matt so brutally. But the people were cheering for Geralt.