Chapter 11

Ina I started sobbing uncontrollably. Is my mother dead? Otherwise, why would he step aside? If she was alive, he would scramble to catch her. My heart seemed to be torn apart. I clutched my chest, the pain was unbearable. " Harley, ah, no, she isn't. Harley, no, please do not." "Ina, no, I'm sorry; mom is okay." I couldn't hear him; the pain was too much. Mom, how can I live without a mother? "Ina." He grabbed my shoulder and shook me. I lifted my eyes soaked with tears. "Harley, why did you imply that my mother had an accident?" He looked away, but I already saw their guilty expressions. "Harley." "I'm sorry you made out with him. I want you to go home with me. I don't know you will cry." He said what I thought he was talking about now? Of course, he is jealous, so he lied that my mother ruined my date. My anger exploded. Before I could control myself, I rushed to him and grabbed his throat. I want to kill him. "Ina, calm down." He cried and gasped, but I didn't stop because I'm going to break his neck. "I'm sorry ... " He coughed. I immediately let go of him and finally realized that I could kill him. After all, killing him was only temporary satisfaction. "I hate you; how can you?" We were all gasping. My heart is still pounding because of the fear this bastard just gave me. I glanced at his head resting on the headrest; his breathing finally returned to normal, his lips—why should I focus so much on his lips? I am angry now, fucking angry, but I still want him, now, I want him very much. " Ina, I am," I swallowed my lips before he was finished. I sucked his lips; I need him, I long for him, this idiot. His body was frozen at first, but soon he returned my hungry kiss with his urgent need. When our mouths turned into flames and passion, anger, joy, and desire competed for dominance in my body. I feel I must never felt it before, but I'm still so damn angry in the same place. In the end, desire overwhelmed all my other emotions. My head is very light; I am lost in this kiss; there is nothing better than this. Our lips are always locked and never cracked, because his hands are wandering on my back, burning on the skin that he touched. I don't want to separate. I never want to separate because I know that once we separate, I will have to think with my head instead of what is between my thighs. Even if my lips were swollen or blistered, I was happy to kiss him all night. Please, Harley, never break this kiss. I moved slightly and felt him get an erection on my bare wet vaChansona. This is all it takes to bring me back to reality. We cannot do this. I can't own him. After all, he is my stepbrother. "We can't." I pulled away, panting. He pulled me back, reached under my skirt, fingers through my gap. "We can. We all want this." "No," I slid off him, returned to my seat, and clenched my thighs because my core remembered his hands. My core is beating, my heart is beating, I ignore the desire for him, my need for him, we can't do this. "Take me home," I whispered when he started the car silently, then turned my face to the window. Harley Our first kiss, this kiss made me dizzy. I can't believe she kissed me. My palms are sweaty and my heart beats faster. Although she stopped, we kissed. Before checking her, I laughed. She leaned her head against the window. She's so beautiful; even when she frowns like now, she's still gorgeous. I know I should feel regret for what I did, but when I think of that kiss, all my regrets fly out of the window. Well, except I made her cry. When I think of her tears, my chest hurts, the tears shed because of my stupid jealousy. This is the first time I remember true jealousy. I always have everything I want: cars, Travel and any girl I see will immediately fall under my feet. Except for Ina, she confuses me, challenges me, stirs up emotions I don’t want to feel, and makes me do ridiculous things like driving to every place in the area. I was looking for her at the steakhouse. I sighed and looked at her again. My chest was tight and my heart was shaking. What happened to me? I changed my position in the seat, trying to get rid of these uncomfortable emotions. What is she doing to me? Why is my heart beating faster just by looking at her face? Maybe it's because my brain lacks oxygen when she is suffocating. I chuckled, that girl is something else, but I should apologize. "Maya, I'm sorry." She raised her head slightly and glared at me. "If you don't have that big smirk on your face now, I will believe you." Damn, I'm still laughing, but it's only because she kissed me. I'm not unbelievable, she hopes to hear this reason now. I try to put on a gloomy face. "No, I'm sorry to make you cry. I was ... "Jealous, yes, I understand." "Yeah," SA new emotion; I don't know how to deal with it. " "Pretending that something happened to my mother and letting my date break down is not the way to deal with it. I can tell you so much. Next time I suggest you find a raccoon and let her fuck you until you calm down." I cringe. If she wants me to find Chole, she is really angry. How can I go back to Chole after tasting her lips? Whether she likes it or not, she is trapped by me. I will wait until she calms down before trying to kiss secretly...Wait, she said next time? "There will be some time in the future? You don't like him?" She moved her head to the window and didn't press to say anything. I let out a long sigh of relief. "I like him enough, if you hadn't ruined my date, I will be in his bed right away." My bright smile disappeared. On the first date, she planned to sleep with him, but she just bent me over us. Okay, so our situation is different from Chole and our parents, but still so. "You haven't apologized for ruining my date and obstructing me." Of course, I didn't apologize, I didn't apologize, now knowing that she was going to sleep with him, I'm glad I ruined her date. However, I still have to say something. This is the emotion she has shown the most since she moved in. Although I want her to be more expressive, anger is not one of the emotions I want. "I'm sorry, but Ina, you don't want to sleep with him, you don't want to... " "Yes, I can, if it weren't for you, I would." She exhaled sharply. "You know, Don '? T shoot me home; I need a drink." "But you're 18. " "And you are a bastard; I need a drink, because every time I see you, I want to choke you." I solemnly lowered my head, hoping to show that I was blaming them for her anger, but I was still happy for the kiss. Well, I am very happy, so my job is to make her happy. She wants to have a drink. Where shall we go for a drink? I cannot get a fake ID card now. Oh, yes, this is upstate New York; of course, there will be some wealthy kids holding a bunch of free wine to a party. I need to know where. I took out my phone and texted Chole. "There's a party. You coming or not?" "Yes, I will be there." I tucked my phone back into my pocket and turned to Ina, who was staring out the window. "I found a place." She didn't respond, and I didn't tell her Chole would be there. However, I hope this glass of wine is enough to get me out of the doghouse.