To Hate My Stepbrother

Ava’s POV

We finally landed in the city at around 6PM and holding hands, we checked into a hotel. We were trying to pull off our clothes when we heard a slight knock on the door.

“Room service.” A feminine voice came from outside and when I asked Mason if he ordered anything he shrugged and denied.

Opening the door, I told the lady not to worry about our food and I was glad when she didn’t take any offense and only agreed to return it back to the kitchen.

Mason laid on the bed with his eyes closed and I just couldn’t help but wonder how beautiful he usually looked whenever he’s sleeping.

Playfully, I fell on his chest and he groaned as his eyes snapped open, “stop sleeping and let us go get something to eat.” I said, pulling him up.

He put on a casual round neck top and we both agreed to go and eat out. We still had enough time to hang out and enjoy the city before finally coming back to the hotel to rest.

We got to a nearby restaurant and I couldn’t stop stealing glances at him as we ate, “you know the sex on the plane?” I started and he groaned.

“What about it?” He asked with his mouth full of food and I laughed. He already knew me so well, he knew what I wanted to talk about.

“I know that it’s not on your bucket list.” I let out and he faked a gasp as he held his chest dramatically before looking at me with a defeated gaze.

“Fine it wasn’t because I didn’t write it down but I had it in mind and now it’s ticked off but we definitely have to try it again.” He replied amidst laughter and I tossed my macaroni at him.

Our dessert soon came and we had Ice cream and cake, we finished eating and I watched as Mason paid the bill and also put the tip down for the waitress before leaving.Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

We explored the city holding hands before catching sight of the carnival holding, it was going to go on till late at night and we decided to join in.

It was fun filled and we enjoyed ourselves as we tried almost all of the street food. My stomach was full but I couldn’t stop eating. Everything was so good.

“I dare you to get the tattoo.” Mason dared and I growled at him, it was a fake tattoo but I also didn’t see myself having it.

“No way!” I refused and he raised an eyebrow, I’d wanted to leave but he pulled me back and proposed that we play rock, paper, scissors and if he won then I’ll have no other choice than to do it.

After thinking about it for a while, I finally agreed and we both played like kids. Besides the dare that was attached to it, it was a really fun game to play and we were on our final round but there wasn’t a winner.

“I won!” Mason cheered when his paper covered my rock and my mouth dropped open in disbelief, I’d thought I would be the winner.

“I’m done, I’m not playing anymore.” I rolled my eyes and Mason laughed before forcing me into the tattoo shop and we both got one.

It was a matching tattoo and it didn’t look as bad as I thought it was going to be, we spotted an old couple and soon started a conversation with them.

They told us they’ve been together for fifteen years and a part of me was jealous of them, they shared something so beautiful for fifteen years.

We took pictures of them and it was beautiful, they in turn insisted they were going to take our pictures too and we allowed them to.

“How long have you both been married?” The older woman asked and Mason and I stared at each other as we took the picture from her.

It wasn’t a question any of us wanted to answer but they were waiting for a reply and it was already getting a little bit awkward.

“We’re not married,” Mason finally answered, “we’re just really close friends.” He added with a smile and the couple nodded.

“Life is too short to not spend it with the people you love.” The man advised us and we laughed.

“Really, you both should be together because even us can feel the chemistry that oozes between the both of you,” the woman added in support of her husband, “how I wish we were young.” She added and they both laughed.

Leaving, we both walked back to the hotel to call it a night, it’s been a stressful day and we were both tired. We had our bath and laid on the bed.

Mason held onto me tightly like he wasn’t going to ever let go, I could feel his breath on my chest and his slight snores made me snicker.

He’s absolutely gorgeous.

I stared at his facial features and I couldn’t help but poke at his nose, he moved a little but never left my chest. He must be really tired because he didn’t even do as little as open his eyes slightly.

What the hell happened to my life?

Rubbing his hair, I couldn’t help but think about how and where I went all wrong with my life. I spent years wasting my life in a marriage that ruined me.

I got married to a man that never loved me when Mason had been waiting for me all his life. He’s been really there and hoping we get back together while I was being mad at him.

The tears that dropped from my eyes put a halt to my thoughts as I sniffed and kissed his hair before smiling bitterly.

I really should’ve waited for him despite being mad, I should’ve held out hope and waited for him to come back….

To me.