In Love With My Evil Stepbrother novel Chapter 3

Holy f—

I clamp my hands over my mouth to stop the screaming. Gasp and sharp inhales coming from every corner of the restaurant.

Zack is beyond shock. He freezes, as water dripping down his hair and forehead. He slowly looks up and seems still can’t believe what has just happened.

Eason is probably the only person not freaking out. He calmly places the glass back and smiles at Zack. “It suits you.”

“Are you FUCKING insane?” Zack shouts. He points at Eason and then directs at me, “Who the fuck is this guy, Natalia? What’s the matter with—”

Eason grips his wrist before he can finish. Eason’s expression darkens, almost scary to look at. Inch by inch, he pushes down Zack’s hand.

“Don’t point at her, ever again.” He states, word by word.

I’m still in trance. Everything happened too fast. How did Eason know I’m here? And why is he standing up for me? He was such a jerk this morning. What changed?

Zack cringes. He’s about the same size as Eason, but apparently he is afraid to fight him.

“Waiter!” Zack snaps his head at the waiter rushing towards us. “This man just attacked me! I want to call police!”

My heart suddenly drops. I can’t believe how shameless he can be. But he’s going to get everyone into trouble.

“Zack!” I hiss, “There’s no need for that.”

Eason snorts. “It’s ok. Let him tell on us.”

The waiter approaches us. Yet surprisingly, he turns to Eason and me first and slightly bows. “Can I help you with anything, Mr. Ramirez?”

…Mr. Ramirez?

Right, how can I forget? If Zack is a patronizing rich bastard, then Eason is ten times what he is.

My heartrate is back to normal. Now I want to laugh so bad. Zack’s fossilized face is amusing to be looked at.

Eason holds me in his arm and nods at the waiter. “Yes. You heard the man. There has been some shouting and attacking. Better call the police before things escalate.”

I stop my laughter. “Wait Eason…let him go.”

As pleasant as it is to see Zack go down to hell, I can’t bare spending another second with him. I’ve had enough fun. That should be enough.

“You sure?” Eason looks at me. He seems so normal right now, like a protective big brother.

I nod.

“Whatever Miss Moore prefers then.”

It’s strange to hear him call me “Miss Moore.” But I don’t hate the ring of it.

Zack glowers at us and quickly storms out of the restaurant.

I want to thank Eason for everything, but before I could do that, he turns back at me and gives me a small snort of laughter. “So that’s your Prince Charming huh?”

I frown. I don’t like his sarcastic tone, but I’m still grateful for what he just did.

“I already broke up with him. Anyway, thanks for everything.”

Yet Eason ignores my gratitude. Both hands in his pocket, he looks down at me and seems more condescending than ever.

“Sure you did.” He chuckles, “You love the hypocrite type. As long as they write huge checks to animal shelter and pretend to care about global warming, you’d let them do anything. No matter how much of a jerk he really is.”

My jaw drops. What’s with all the mood swing?! One minute he’s this loving and protective big brother, and the next minute he just turns into this malicious monster.