All Chapters of HELLO, STEPBROTHER: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

OLIVIA'S POVIt had been three years since I last came to Colorado. I took off the sunglasses I had on which I would constantly wear when outside in Mexico. I squinted my eyes as my eyes adjusted to the brightness. The world out here looked different.The announcement of moving back to Colorado made me really happy. I might have gotten used to the people in our home back in Mexico, but there's nothing that can beat going back to where you grew up. It meant that I would be able to see Alicia again and the familiar neighborhood. I stared at Mom from the corner of my eye, she looked so happy. “I wonder who this guy is that has got you this happy.”She laughed heartily.“I’m being serious! You're gonna like him.”“I still hate you for keeping it from me for so long.”“I’m so sorry.” She pleaded.I didn't respond so she hugged me from behind.“I hear you, mama.” I said smiling at her reaction.I knew I was going to like him. I trusted my mom's judgement but getting engaged so quick… oh

OLIVIA'S POVThe following day, I was well rested as I stretched to a new day. It took a moment to register my surroundings. I realized then that I was in my new room, in my stepfather's house. And there was Dante too. I sighed.A wave of shame flushed over me as I remembered the filthy dream I had of my new step brother last night. It had been way too long since Dante visited me in my dreams and pleasured me and now I was back to those feelings again.In my dream, I had felt those abs I had seen through his thin shirt when we met. I ran my hand down his chest to the v that disappeared into his low-cut pants.He pulled me into his strong arms and whispered those words in my ear again and this time, I shivered in delight.So you think I'm hot?Oh, God yes!We kissed, sensually, sweetly and he had pulled me to the bed.I knew it was a dream because there was no way I would be in bed with my stepbrother in real life.I didn't want the moment to end, though.I didn't care that this was

OLIVIA’S POVThe ceremony didn't take too long because we didn't want to waste anyone's time and the reception started. There was a lot to eat since mom went all out. They were called to have their first dance and after that, they danced with each of us. I told Alex how happy I was to know that he was the one who got to marry my mom when we danced and I told Mom not to break her spine before she came back from her holiday. That earned me a smack on the arm but we both laughed.When the party ended, we packed up and helped mom and Alex get on their way for their honeymoon. They would be gone for two weeks and I know that's going to be the longest two weeks of my life. Dante and I alone in the house? I shook my head at the thought alone.Once we got home, in his Bentley, he brought out some leftover drinks and asked that we have a mini party in honor of our parents. It was a very bad idea but I needed something to aid me to sleep and I agreed. It had been a while since I drank alcoho

DANTE'S POVThe sound of snippers cutting woke me up. I groaned and held my pillow over my head, as the sound grew louder and louder, making my head ache badly. I had chosen to indulge myself in more booze after Olivia had left me last night—with that look of bewilderment and fear in her eyes. I had been confused and had pondered alot last night, on every single moment that we had spent together, wondering if I had made a mistake.Did I assume her interest? What went wrong?Did I screw up?I had thought for so long until I had drifted to a fitful sleep.I ran my hand through my hair and lay staring at my ceiling. My bed still had the faint smell of citrus and lilies that were her scent. I wondered if it was her shampoo or her perfume.It was intoxicating, and it was driving me insane.And so was that noise, coming from my bedroom window. I pulled the covers, stalked to where the sound was coming from and there, I saw our gardener trimming the bushes.“Morning Dante.” He waved at

DANTE'S POV It was a bit rough returning to school because I had to meet a certain quota to apply for the four-year program I intend to take after I was done. The community college baseball team I was a part of, was hosting a game. Some recruiters from universities looking to scout for potential players that were very good at baseball, came to watch. It was a very intense game, especially for those in their final year, who really wanted the scholarship. I didn't really need a scholarship, but it felt good to be seen and accepted on the basis that you were good at something. And baseball was what I loved. It was all, or nothing. I wasn't sure I could do it at first, because my doctor had insisted I take a much needed break. But I knew I had to, if I wanted to achieve my dream of playing baseball p