Royal Prick (A Stepbrother Romance #2)(7)

No commitments.

No relationships.

No friends. If I could help it. I was lost in my own thoughts, setting the boundaries that I needed to stay within as Mark spoke.

“You need to adjust your attitude, son. You’re here because your mom couldn’t handle you anymore.” He acted like he knew who I was. What I had been through. Like he knew me. Fucker didn’t know shit about me.

“No.” I whirled on him. I could see the shock in his eyes, the same colored eyes I had. We were the same height, but I had a good twenty pounds of muscle on me that he didn’t. I could land a right hook against his jaw without a thought. “I’m here because my mom deserves a break after raising me by herself for the last seventeen years. I’m here because someone failed to be a positive influence in my life, and I’m supposedly a problem child now, so thank you, Dad,” I finished my jaw tight. I wanted to tell him how horrible of a father he was but stopped, hearing the door to the garage open behind me.

“Royal…” The anger in his voice was nothing compared to my own. He didn’t have a f*cking clue as to… “I want you to meet your step sister Noelle.” He said her name softly, like she was some beautiful f*cking creature or something. I turned around, and my heart was beating out of my chest and I hadn’t even fully laid my eyes on her yet.

Noelle. Her name matched her. My eyes scanned over her body, from top to bottom. I was totally f*cking wrong when I said having some kid of a sister follow me around. She was practically the same age as me, and she was far from a f*cking child.

I took in her tan and somewhat toned body. She was lean but curvy in the hips, giving her that hour-glass figure that so many women wanted. Her blonde hair was the color of sunshine, and it was stacked up on her head in a tight bun. Our eyes collided, her hazel colored ones meeting mine in a death stare.

I could tell she was going to kill me, or I was going to kill myself trying to get rid of her.

“It’s nice to meet you, Royal.” My name on her lips made my dick hard. Instantly, I wanted to f*ck her. Which made her so off limits it wasn’t even funny, and it wasn’t just because she was my stepsister. She was part of his precious future; the life he left my mother and I for. That very thought doused my hard dick with ice cold water. She was the reason we struggled for years. I would bet every single thing I had which wasn’t f*cking much.

“I would say it’s nice to meet you too, but we both know that’s a f*cking lie, right?” I smirked at her, my eyes darkening. I could practically hear her intake of breath change. Was she turned on by my anger, or my defiance to fit in? She probably wondered if all the things she heard about me were true?

“Royal, that is no way to talk to your sister,” Mark scolded me. I’m sure he was getting ready to take off his belt and whoop my ass. Like he knew what was good for me. The minute he started acting like a father was the minute he could tell me what I could and couldn’t say. Until then I would do whatever the hell I wanted.

I snuck a look at Noelle out of the corner of my eye. She watched me with caution, and I could see the worried look in her eyes.

It almost looked like she was saying… They were right. I sneered to myself. Of course they were right. I was the new bad boy of Sauk Falls.

Royal the epic f*cking prick. You may bow to your prince now.





Chapter Four



-Noelle



Royal had been in the house no more than three days, and I was already regretting any of the good things I had said about him, or at least I was regretting having said them out loud. Jekyll, and Hyde by Five Finger Death Punch started, the music blaring through the walls rattling the pictures and bookshelves I had hanging on the wall. What an *.

I clenched my fists in anger. I had been right about Royal. He was gorgeous, almost like Ryan Gosling gorgeous. The picture my mom had of him didn’t do him justice whatsoever. He was way hotter in the flesh, and the icing on the cake was that he knew it and used it to his cocky advantage.

“Fucking A,” I swore under my breath. I couldn’t even hear myself think let alone focus on any type of homework including the five-page paper that I needed to finish. I literally had one of two options. I could sit here and hope he would turn the music down, or I could stomp across the hall and talk to him, and demand he turn that God forsaken music down?

Then there was the issue of keeping my eyes where they needed to stay. Like off his lean muscles, tight shoulders, and don’t even get me started on his incredible ass; you get the point. Since the moment he got here all I could think about was how his tight denim jeans clung to his hips in the most delectable way. I would bet Jordan twenty dollars he had abs underneath that shirt he wore. Was I jealous of the shirt? Probably, it was touching his body.

Enough. I spoke to myself.

I just needed to go in there and tell him to shut his f*cking music off. I couldn’t focus on anything with my brain vibrating out of my head. I shoved my pencil into the crease of my book and slammed it shut jumping up from my bed. Nervous butterflies erupted deep inside my belly just as I opened my bedroom door and walked across the hall. The beat of the music was vibrating throughout my body. I stood outside Royal’s bedroom door for a moment, contemplating if this was really a good idea. I was terrified, deathly afraid of Royal. He was so different than what I had expected, so different than anything I had ever seen.