My Shameful Secret (Forbidden Stepbrother Billionaire Romance) Read Free

 
    Never.
    As it turned out, never was a big word.  
    The day I found out she was about to go on a date… yeah, I fucked up that time, I admit that.
    The words worked like a damn ice bucket challenge, and I didn’t even fucking know I was being challenged. A boy had asked her out, she said. Simple words, but they exploded in my mind, tearing off the blinders I had deliberately used to hide the truth.
    My little sister…was not so little anymore.
    She had grown up into a beautiful woman, and the boys around her had started to notice.
    I knew the guy who had asked her out. He was a decent sort, good-looking, smart, and sensible. But it didn’t matter. Just the thought of him being alone with my sister…
    I fucking flipped.
    I couldn’t stop myself from saying all sorts of things. All I knew was that I had to stop her from going out with that guy. With any damn guy. But when I ended up hurting her—
    I had never felt so damn angry with myself.

    “Misha?” She didn’t say a thing, but I could hear her struggling to keep herself from crying. The sound broke me.
    “I’m sorry, brat,” I rasped out. “I didn’t mean a word of it. I swear. Jared’s a lucky bastard if you choose to…” I forced the words out. “If you choose to go out with him.”
    A full minute passed.
    “Talk to me, Mish. Please.”
    A moment passed, then Misha’s whisper came through the line. “I have a hard time believing you.”
    The pain in her voice had me gripping my phone tightly and nearly crushing it in the process. “Then tell me what to do so you’d believe me.” I squeezed my eyes shut. “I mean it. Any guy,” I said hoarsely. “Any damn guy would be lucky to have you…”
    And whoever that guy was, I’d envy the hell out of him.
    I froze.  
    But the thought remained, and the feelings that came with it were real. So fucking real I couldn’t breathe, panic taking a chokehold of my throat.
    Fuck, FUCK, FUCK!
    What the hell was this?
    Over the phone, Misha suddenly spoke. “Saehan?” Her voice was soft, hesitant but melodic. So damn sweet I could almost feel her fingers brushing against my arm as she spoke.
    My entire body shuddered, and before I knew it, I was hard as fuck.
    “Saehan?”
    I looked down on my body. I was in my bed, wearing nothing but a pair of black boxers. Underneath the silk was the unmistakable evidence of my arousal. The sight made me sick, but even so, I couldn’t stop it, couldn’t stop my cock from swelling – couldn’t damn stop my balls from aching.
    Swallowing, I strove hard to keep my voice normal. “Yeah, brat?”
    She choked out, “I don’t want to fight.”
    My eyes closed again. I could see her so easily. I knew her so damn well my mind had no trouble imagining how her crying face would look like. I said hoarsely, “I don’t want to fight either.”
    “You hurt me.”
    “I know.” I took a deep breath, knowing she was waiting for an explanation. “I’m sorry. I just…I’m having a really hard time right now.”
    “Oh, Saehan.” My sister’s voice became concerned, worried. It was just like her to forget her pain and put my problems above hers.  
    She was so goddamn sweet!
    And the thought worked like an aphrodisiac, my cock stiffening.
    “What’s wrong? Are you homesick?”
    “No. It’s not that.”
    “Then what?”
    I hated the thought of lying to her, but I knew it was just as impossible to tell her the truth. If she knew…if any of our family knew what I was thinking about…
    “There’s a girl I like,” I heard myself say. “But she doesn’t know how I feel. When you told me a boy asked you out on a date – I lashed out. I was…envious of you.”  
    “Oh, Saehan.” She sounded so miserable it made me feel guilty. She should hate me right now, should be thinking I was such a selfish jerk for ripping her apart for such a lame reason.
    But instead, she felt sad for me.
    “You should look for another girl if it’s impossible to date the one you like,