Drawn to You (Lover to Stepbrother)(70)

I look in the mirror, turning side to side, making sure my belly bump isn’t too noticeable. God, I look like I’m pregnant at times, so I nod once when I’m satisfied I look okay. I have decided to wear a black boob tube top with black jeans that make my ass look amazing. I went with my black suede heels to make me look taller than what I am. Being five foot four makes me feel like a dwarf.

“Oh, sweetie, you look amazing.”

I see Mum standing in the doorway through the mirror. “You sure I don’t look wide?” I look at myself in the mirror again.

She shakes her head at me. “You look beautiful.”

Of course, she is going to say that, she is my mother.

I decided to keep my hair down and my makeup natural. Well, this is as good as it’s going to get. I am putting on my cross necklace when I hear the buzzer. Mum leaves to let Cara in and I quickly grab my leather jacket and head to the door. When I reach it, Mum is opening the door and Cara walks in wearing a tight black dress and I start to feel like I’m underdressed.

“O.M.G. I am so excited about tonight. It’s going to be so much fun,” Cara squeals, running to give me a hug. She steps back and she really does look like a model. She looks me up and down and beams at me. “You look so hot. Love the rocker look.”

I wasn’t going for that look but I just nod and smile. “Thanks, well you look amazing.”

She flips her blonde hair over her shoulder and smiles. “Thank you. It took me forever to decide what to wear but I’m happy with the dress. My future husband is playing tonight so I want to make sure he notices me.”

With that tight dress, he will be blind if he didn’t.

“Your future husband?” I ask her.

“Yes, my future husband. He is the lead singer and guitarist in this popular band called Dark Players. He is so hot and his voice is orgasmic. I really, really like him but he is sort of a player. I think if he gave me a shot I could be the one to tame him. To tame the rockstar.”

Okay, my cousin is delusional—if this guy sleeps around, he is going to use and discard her. “Just be careful, okay? Don’t spread your legs just because he clicks his fingers.”

“Iris,” Mum says sternly.

“Sorry, but it’s true.” I shrug.

“I don’t care, please don’t talk like that in front of me, it’s weird.”

Cara and I burst out laughing. “Okay, I will wait till you are gone.” I smile sweetly at her.

“Thanks, I guess.” She kisses my cheek and then Cara’s. “Have fun but not too much fun.”

Cara links her arm through mine and drags me out the door. “Bye, Aunt Chrissie,” she yells over her shoulder and we get in the lift and head down while Cara goes on and on about her future husband. I know his name is Sebastian and he is our age and goes to college with us. By the time we get to the bar, I feel like I know the guy, even though I have never met him.

Randi’s looks massive from the outside and loads of people are going in. As we get closer, we can already hear the muffled music from within. Cara got a text on our way here saying her friends were here and waiting for us.

Once we enter, I feel the heat hit me, and the music is loud but not too loud that I wouldn’t be able to hear anyone speak. There is an open space in front of us and a stage on the far end with a band already playing, which actually sounds decent. I look at the stage with a sigh and continue to look around. I see a bar on the left-hand side and I can’t wait to order my first drink. I look around some more and see tables and booths scattered around but still leaving plenty of space for people to dance.

“The nights some of the popular bands play are the busiest,” Cara says, as she links her arm through mine again and drags me to a booth, which I assume her friends are at. “Hi, guys. This is my cousin Iris, so be nice to her.”

I feel my cheeks blush for some reason. I feel their eyes go on me as they check me out.

“Hey,” they say in unison.

I give them a little wave. Cara sits next to a blonde-haired girl who also looks like she could be a model. Her eyes check me up and down and I can tell she doesn’t like me. I sit opposite her, which means I sit next to the guy, who is also blond but with spiked hair. He is attractive, with a boy next door kind of look, but how his eyes trail over my body, I can tell he is a player.

“I am Calvin, nice to meet you, Iris.” He puts out his hand to shake, which I do, but at the last second, he pulls my hand to his lips and gives me a grin.

“Likewise, I’m sure,” I say politely.

“I love your accent.”

“Thanks.” I turn to Cara and she looks happy; I think she thinks this is going well.

“Yeah, heard you came all the way from England. What’s that about? I’m Anna by the way,” the blonde says, leaning forward.

I look at Cara and she is glaring at her friend. “Well, I wanted to spend my last year of college with my cousin.” I shrug and she still stares at me, not happy with the answer I gave her—well tough shit.

“Hmm,” is all she says and they all start talking about people and places I have never heard of.

After twenty minutes, I start to feel bored, so I tell Cara that I am going to the bar and she asks me if I want her to come with me but I tell her I will be fine. I just want to be on my own for a moment.