To Hate My Stepbrother

Ava’s POV

We both left the restaurant and went for a drink at a nearby bar and Nicole wouldn’t stop asking me different kinds of questions about Mason.

“So what are you guys now? Is he like your boyfriend or something?” She asked as she took her shot and I sighed.

I’ve also been meaning to ask him about it but I’ve been unable to because I didn’t want to ruin what we have going on.

“Not really, I don’t know. We haven’t really talked about it, you know.” I answered with a sigh and Nicole almost choked on her drink.

“What do you mean you haven’t talked about it?” She asked as she hit me, “you better ask him about it so you know where you stand before going knee deep into this and getting hurt again.” She added.

I couldn’t have agreed more with her, she’s right. I really need to know what Mason and I were instead of assuming and getting my heart broken again.

“I’ll talk to him about it soon.” I replied as I assured Nicole and she heaved out a sigh of relief as she implored me to talk about it as soon as possible.

I knew she was only just looking out for me and didn’t want me to go through what I went through when Mason first left and what I went through with my ex husband.

Assuring her that I would do it immediately Mason came back, we changed the conversation and I asked her about work which she told me is going well.

We talked about how our parents had decided to relocate because they wanted to tour the world together and enjoy all of the good things they might’ve missed in their youthful days.

“Gosh, I really want to be like them.” Nicole moaned as she placed her hand on chin and gave her dreamy look which made me laugh.Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

“You’re definitely drunk.” I pointed out like I wasn’t drunk myself, the bar seemed like everything was upside down and soon we were about to black out when we finally decided to stop drinking and I ordered a Uber back home.

***

It’s been three days and I couldn’t wait for Mason to get back from the trip. I got the house ready and waited to hear the honking of the car that’ll drop him off.

It wasn’t long before Mason got back and his temperature was high, his teeth gritted against each other like he’s cold and he was also shivering.

I haven’t been any worried in my life, I just wanted him to be fine. Without thinking, I helped him into the car and drove him to the hospital.

I was grateful for the fact that he’d taught me how to drive when we were kids, I got him the drugs the doctor prescribed and drove him back home.

He seemed to be sweating a awful lot and I pulled off his clothes and covered him with the blanket on the bed.

I made him a bowl of soup and made sure he took it before taking his medication. I was unable to sleep and so I sat beside him and watched him fall asleep.

“I love you.” I whispered when I was sure that he was already deep asleep and I picked his forehead before going out of his room.

I’d decided to do the dishes and watch a movie. I just wanted to stay up for him in case he needed anything and I couldn’t wait for him to get better.

Mason started getting well with each day that passed by and I was glad that he’s back on his feet and able to do some things that he usually does.

“You’re just recovering, you shouldn’t be stressing yourself like this.” I scolded him as I took the file from him and placed it on the table.

I placed down his food and asked him to eat so he could use his drugs and after much back and forth and arguments, he finally ate and took his meds.

Sitting on his lap, I kissed him and told him about how glad I am that he’s fine now.

ONE MONTH LATER.

I knew Mason has been sneaking around and it was because it’s my birthday soon, he’s probably trying to prepare a surprise for me.

I couldn’t wait to find out what he had planned for me. The day came and I was pleasantly surprised, he’d also arranged dinner with me and our parents.

I’ve never had a birthday this happy since my father died and I had Mason to thank for that, he’d made a promise to always be there and make me feel special and I couldn’t have felt any more special than this.

Everything went smoothly and a part of me didn’t want the party to end but it had to and we all went back home.

“Thank you,” I muttered before standing on my tiptoe and kissing him as hard as I could, “this really is the best birthday I ever had.” I added.

“I’m glad I could make myself useful and make it special for you.” He replied, kissing me and soon we were naked on the bed.

Even the sex was more blissful than all of the sex we’ve been having, today really is the happiest day of my life and I would give anything to have this day forever.

Laying on his chest, I wanted to ask the question I’ve been meaning to ask for months but I had no idea how to even bring myself to ask.

Bracing and assuring myself that nothing would go wrong and it’ll be fine.

“What are we?” I blurted out before I had the chance to think about it but I was glad that I finally let it out of my chest.

The room suddenly became silent and the only sound that could be heard was the one that came from his throbbing heart.

I felt stupid, I thought we had something special and without saying a word, I left the room and headed to mine. I felt the urge to cry as I held my pillow tightly but I couldn’t.

I heard a slight knock on my door and I knew he was the one but I completely ignored him.