Drawn to You (Lover to Stepbrother)(50)

I think I kind of deserve that.

“He’s going to be your new bodyguard,” Marie yells into a microphone that echoes into her room.

“Over my dead body. I do not want him as my bodyguard. Get someone else.” Her eyes avoid mine.

“Sasha, we need him. He’s strong, capable, and he will keep you safe.” She huffs.

“I don’t need him. Get someone else or I don’t have one at all.” Her voice gets sterner.

“Stop acting like a diva. I’m your bodyguard, so suck it up.” I say to her and if looks could kill, I would be buried six feet under right now.

“Hey, Colin, how’s things?” Leo waves.

“Not bad, killer hangover but I’m good.”

“I’ve been there, my friend.”

“Stop talking to him,” Sasha yells at Leo. “I am not a diva.”

“If you stomp your foot, you would be. So, come on princess, get back to work.”

“You’re not the boss of me.”

“Nope, but from now on I’m stuck to you like glue. The more you complain, the more fun it will be for me. So, go on, complain, whine. I will love every second that I upset that little face of yours.” I smirk at her and I see her hands go into fists.

“I am going to kill you,” she spits at me.

“Look forward to it. Now get to singing.” I walk away from the glass and head to my father.

“I hate you!” I hear her shout.

“Hope you're pleased with yourself, she hates my guts and she is going to be a pain in my ass.”

“At least she will be safe. I like that she hates you, it will make things easier.”

“For you maybe. She is going to act like a spoiled child.” He chuckles at me.

“Like you, you mean. Back at your place you were acting like a baby. You’ve been acting like one that needs a pacifier for the past year.” I cross my arms.

“You’re not funny.”

He smiles. “I like to think I am.” I groan.

“I’m going to hate this.”

“I am going to love every second.” I give him a look and he just continues to smile at me.

I sit in the back as I watch Sasha and her band play. After two hours, they call it a day and not once does Sasha look in my direction. I watch her talk to her friends and then she leaves.

“Follow her,” Dad says and I stand, sighing before jogging after her. I see her getting into an elevator and I quickly run to her, stopping the doors from closing.

“What do you think you’re doing?” She glares at me.

“Doing my job cupcake.” I smile to her.

“I don’t need you following me.”

“I beg to differ. My dad has hired me to do a job, and that’s what I’m going to do.”

“I can’t believe this is happening to me,” she mumbles under her breath.

“Believe it.” Her eyes go to mine and I give her a wink.

“You’re already starting to annoy me.”

“That means I’m doing my job right.”

“Couldn’t you just do something else? I’m sure a popular guy like you is too busy to look after his stepsister.” She spews the words out at me. I am starting to get pissed off. I push her against the far wall, my body blocking her in.

“You listen to me princess. Some freak is watching you, taking photos, touching you as you sleep. You may hate that I’m here, but grow the fuck up until the guy stops or gets locked up. Whichever comes first.”

“You can’t speak to me like that.” I lean in closer to her.

“I can talk to you however I please. You may be some big shot now with a stick up your ass, but I am doing my fucking job. My father had to beg me to do this, I didn’t want to look after your righteous ass, but I am. I don’t give two fucks if you like it or not. You are stuck with me, got it?” Her eyes glare into mine.

“You’re a dick.”

“You know all about my dick, don’t you princess?” Her eyes go wider.

“Stop it,” she growls.

“What, don’t you like remembering how I made you scream? How you begged for more?” I lean my body against hers. “Do you still remember me being inside you?” I feel her chest rising more rapidly against my chest. “I marked you, remember. My come was spread all over your body, do you remember?” I feel my dick hardening.

“Colin.” She breathes.

“You remember,” I say softly. Her eyes stay on mine. My body is demanding me to kiss her, to taste her. To lick every inch of her, but I know I can’t. I lean my face in closer so my mouth is close to hers.

“Don’t fuck with me, princess.” Like a switch, she pushes me back.

“You’re an asshole.”

“I’ve heard worse.”





Sasha


I can’t believe that asshole spoke to me like that. Reminding me of the things we did all those years ago. Images of that night were flying through my head and my body was screaming for it to happen again. I wanted him to take me, right there in the elevator. I wanted to feel his body pushed against mine.

He was messing with me though.

That dickhead was messing with me.