Bullied By My Alpha Stepbrother novel Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Hardin's POV

The last thing I could have imagined would ever happen after the long tiring day at school was looking up to find Jasmine watching me fuck one of my flings, Doreen or Delilah or whatever her name was.

One minute, she wasn't there and the next she was, her eyes wide as she watched me.

I had realized that she didn't seem to notice that I had caught her watching and decided to give her a show to see if she would flee.

The little bitch hadn't and she had watched me till the very end, her big green eyes wide and curious, and her rosy lips slightly parted like she was seeing someone being fucked for the first time.

Why she looked so surprised and embarrassed when she was probably getting fucked frequently was beyond me.

I had to teach her a lesson about not minding her business as soon as possible. It seemed as though she had forgotten that I didn't want her and her opportunistic mother in my house because I had been silent for a week.

My silence was because I wanted her to lay her guard down. I wanted her and her mother to think they had won. I wanted my father to truly believe that his warning to stay away from his precious new family had gotten through my thick skull.

She would have to explain why she suddenly thought she could barge into my room whenever she pleased.

Perhaps, she truly believed she was now a part of the family since she had moved into the mansion with her mother and had gotten a room next to mine. "I'd show her what happened to people who crossed me." I muttered inwardly.

As I closed my eyes in the shower, hearing my warning alarm that I was going to be late for school, her face appeared in my mind and I instantly hardened.

She looked so innocent, so out of place in my room last night as she watched us.

A farce. She was pretending. I was very sure of it.

Making a mental note to ensure that I made her life a living hell even if it was outside school, I stared in shock later at lunch when I entered the cafeteria to not only see people sitting around her, but she and Nadia were sitting on the popular table.

On my table.

It made me see red and I marched towards the table, slamming my palm with a growl that made everyone else seated flinch.

"What is this thing doing here?" I pointed towards Jasmine and the crowd who had been bombarding her with questions about being the daughter of Russo, suddenly fell silence and Jasmine tried to look away, her eyes widening in fear.

It was clear that she had not expected anything from me but peace.

When I looked at the rest of my gang that sat on the table and they all avoided my stare, I knew one of them must have invited her over.

Well, whoever did had done a brilliant job.

Walking to her, I bent down and smiled.

"Rooftop. Now. Or would you prefer that we had our conversation here?"

Quickly shaking her head, she followed me upstairs to the roof.

"Don't you have something to say to me, Scott?" I snapped when she kept staring at me without saying a single word and she flinched, her eyes watering already.

"I didn't mean to come into your room, I swear. I just wanted to invite you for dinner." She stuttered and I scoffed.

Oh, she was playing this pretend game very well.

"So you came into my room to invite me for dinner?"

She nodded and I took one threatening step forward, enjoying how she took a step back, intimidated by me.

"And when you saw that I was busy, why did you not leave?"

Her eyes widened further and I grinned, knowing that I was right. She had indeed been watching us. Jasmine Scott was a little whore besides other things.