7-Exposing My Dirty Kinks

Lavender:

My heart had skipped a beat, and the world had tilted beneath my feet. I swear, I stared at him for a good few minutes, even though they noticed.

“You good? You look like you just saw a ghost,” Nikon snapped his fingers in front of my face, snapping me back to the present.

I nodded, feeling paralyzed in my body.

“I wasn’t eavesdropping—I was asked by my mom to bring everyone for breakfast,” thank goodness my brain worked at the right moment, and I came up with an excuse. Even if they didn’t believe me, I had done my part.

My head was spinning, and my thoughts were all over the place.

I couldn’t even look back at Easton without realizing I had been in the dark about literally everything.

The nice, good guy, who couldn’t stand to see anyone in pain, was talking about my grave just a minute ago.

He was so fake—all his songs and interviews, all his runway walks where he acted all shy yet sexy—it was all a fake persona. It has to be.

"Anyway, this is Lavender, she’s our nineteen-year-old sister," Nikon used a dry tone to introduce me, with a rough hand gesture.

"And Lavender, this is the youngest one, Igor!" Nikon then proceeded to point at the green-eyed brother, the one who had caught me listening in on his brothers. Igor was just as tall as Nikon. They were both broad with slim waists. If I had to compare them to someone, I’d probably say they were like the hot CEO anime guys, but with real darkness in their hearts.

"And this is Easton, the model and singer, and your sweet stepbrother," it was Nikon’s way of remembering his brother’s online fake persona.

With a roll of his eyes, Easton gave me a nod. I couldn’t accept his greeting—not after he had fooled me all these months into writing speeches for him and clearing his name from all the rumors that basically said he was fake. I was always doing PR work for him, making videos and comments to debunk the poor victims who had crossed paths with him and complained about his behavior.

Now I felt so bad for them. I was such a desperate fan that I hurt the true victims.

"Let’s go, our stepmother has prepared breakfast for us," Nikon, being the oldest, seemed to be in charge of their behavior. He was the one eyeing them and gesturing for them to act a certain way. Either way, I had just had the shock of my life, and there was something I needed to take care of before I got caught.

I had tons of pictures of Easton in my room and on my side table. Heck, I was even thinking about hanging his poster on one of my walls.

Imagine getting caught thirsting over your stepbrother.

Everyone would chew me out and throw me out.

"Where are you going?" As the brothers started to walk away, I began to retreat.

That's when Nikon stopped me dead in my tracks.

"I forgot something in my room," I quickly excused myself, turning around to avoid their gaze and quickly walked away from them. I climbed the stairs, and once I was in my room, I started grabbing the pictures, magazines, and anything that could hint at my crush on him, tossing it all into a bag.

I then shoved the bag under the bed and rushed to the bathroom to wash my face. My cheeks were burning.

My mind was full of mixed emotions. On one hand, I was wondering if Easton's hostility was because his father had brought another woman into their home, and maybe he had no part in his brother's mafia business. I mean, Easton was making money for himself, so maybe he didn't like the lifestyle and chose to do his own thing.

On the other hand, I had finally met my crush, saw him breathe and speak in person, but I couldn’t even be happy about it because there was this huge barrier between us, making my crush on him feel like a disgusting taboo.

While I was in the bathroom, I heard a strange buzzing noise from my room. Almost like something was vibrating. My phone was with me, so what could it be?

Unlocking the door, I stepped into my room and saw a pink bag on my bed with the zipper open. The noise was coming from the bag itself. I reached for the bag, confused about where it had come from, but my confusion quickly turned into shock when I saw what was making the noise.

I swear I never owned one of these, so what the heck was this bag doing in my room? I grabbed the vibrating item and then peered inside, my skin crawling with goosebumps.

There were so many of them, different shapes, different types.

"After you met your brothers?" Hearing a man’s voice while I was alone in my room startled me, making me step back from the bag with the vibrator in my hand.

I swear I didn’t own these, but I had seen the pink bag with Normani once. Did she leave it here just to get me in trouble?

Was she already back to her old tricks?

But that could wait. Right now, I had to deal with the stepbrother who was looking at me all weird.

Igor raised an eyebrow, blinking slowly, as if he was trying to calm himself down before confronting me.

"It’s---not mine," I stuttered, my breathing shallow.

"Turn it off," he hissed, sounding really angry.

I struggled with it for a moment before he lunged at me, snatched it out of my hand, and broke it on the ground, suddenly making it go silent.

"What is this?" he hissed in my face while I pulled myself together. "So this is why you didn’t want to come to breakfast? Such an early morning, and right after meeting your stepbrothers?" The disgust in his voice made me feel like hell. What if he found out I had a crush on my stepbrother too?

"No, I swear—" I couldn’t get the words out while he walked over to grab the bag.

"Let’s display it on the breakfast table so my father knows what kind of disgusting family he brought into our home," his words were a mix of taunt and anger.

I held onto the strap of the bag from the other side to stop him from taking it.

"I swear it’s not mine. I was in the bathroom and heard---," I hated how I couldn’t talk when I was under pressure. It always made things worse for me.

Igor let go of the bag and walked away, his eyes on me, giving little head nods.

He wore a black leather jacket with the collar up, his tattoos on his neck standing out.

He then stood near the stairs and peeked down. "Ayo, Nikon! Come see what kind of kinks our stepsister has."