All Chapters of The Ruthless Billionaire Player Is My Hot Stepbrother: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Huxley's POV Sincerely, I wasn't lying to my mum when I told her I had some sluts to deal with, I was literally doing a three some with two sexy girls, I was fucking them for more than one hour and even when it was time for me to attend the dinner that my mum had told me about, I was so engrossed in the pleasure of the pussies I was fucking that I had to delay.  Well, I came late but I'm damned surprised that the ugly nerdy girl at college who was always with this big glasses that was turning to be my stepsister. Frankly speaking, I had never thought about having sex with her cause she dressed too local. She's just not sexy, there are always some sets of girls like that in college.  But seeing her here today, in a white crop top and a jean jacket and without her big glasses, I can't but see how beautiful she looked. She looked sexy and I swear, I already have a lot going on in my head about her. &n

Adele's POV  A couple of hours later, I was inside the new room that I had just moved into in Huxley's house. I had arranged all my luggage and was laying on the bed with my ongoing romance novel in my hand.  I was engrossed reading a particular intense sex scene that sincerely got me turned on when a gentle knock landed on my door. Sincerely, I don't like it whenever I'm disturbed expecially when I'm reading novel.  It's just a couple of hours that I moved in here and someone was already knocking on the door, shouldn't the whoever know that I may be resting? I stood from the bed and walked towards the door with the romance novel in my hand, one of my finger separating the page I stopped.  I opened the door and saw Huxley, what was he doing here?  "Excuse me!" I exclaimed while looking at him blankly wondering what he wanted. 

Adele's POV  My eyes fluttered open but I closed it back quickly cause of the light that shone on my eyes. I wondered where I was. I adjusted into a sitting position and opened my eyes slowly until it adjusted itself to the light in the room. I looked around the room and saw that I was actually in my room.  How did that happen? Thought I went to club last night? How did I end up being here... I suddenly remembered how I started feeling dizzy and weak after I took from the drink of the guy I thought was a gentleman.  It seemed Huxley saved me, right? Was he the one who brought me here? I have different thoughts going through my mind. I turned to my left and picked up my watch, I was stunned to realize that it's just 3 in the morning. I fell back to the bed. I planned on asking Huxley how I get here by morning.  I have lectures to attend by 8AM so I woke up a couple of hours later a

HUXLEY'S P.O.V Nothing beats a good old basket ball play with some of my guys. I scored most of the baskets and my guys could not get the least out of me.   "Have you seen the little nerd as of late?" I stopped and turn to see Moxley speaking to Seth and the fact that the former mentioned 'nerd' picked my interest.   "What you don't know buddy is that she is next on my list."    "You have a fuck list?" Moxley asked, amused by the things his friend just said.    "Yeah, every play boy have registers, where they mark the number of girls they smashed. I am telling you bro, Adele is next on my smash list"    I felt every anger in my fibre coming to light after hearing those words. I began to approach duo.   "Who did you say you want to fuck next?" At first, Seth looked surprised by the time of voice I was using but the idiot still dared to m

Adele's P.O.VJust like Huxley had me informed yesterday, there was indeed going to be a party by the house as some of his friends came by to make a proper decoration of the living room. I don't know how to feel about the party and instinctively, I felt like telling dad about it but then again, he was probably going to wave it off saying it is part of the kind of stuff we teenagers do.One of his friends, who goes by the name Victor has been stalking me the moment he stepped his foot into the house and it was becoming uncomfortable to see him everywhere I go. I don't know whether to inform Huxley about it because I didn't like the way he was staring at me like a piece of snack.Anyways, I was in the kitchen making pancakes for myself alone, the music was already turned on, the party would start in an hour and I couldn't wait to just go to my room and sleep. There was no way I could read my favorite novel under this heavy music, which was booming from every corne