Stepbrother: Impossible Love Read Free

a smile. She seemed to be enjoying my shock.
    “Yes. Yes, that I am. Wow.”
    I was never really the type to be in love with material things, but I’m not going to lie, I was already in love with this place.
    “I’ll leave you to your things, Gina will come over to help you unpack when she’s finished with your mother’s things.”
    “Oh, that’s ok Anita, thanks. I can unpack myself,” I told her with a smile.
    “Alright, up to you. Gina will be bringing by a TV however, and in the next couple days it will be hooked up with satellite so you’ll have a number of channels to choose from.”
    “Thanks so much, Anita,” I told her.
    “Not a problem. Be ready for dinner at seven. Someone will come and get you to show you to the dining room. If you want anything to eat before then, don’t hesitate to use the phone and ask.”
    “Ok, I will, thanks!”
    With that, Anita left, and I stood in the middle of the room, looking around, still not believing that this was real life. This was my life.
    I spent the next couple hours unpacking, then settled down on the giant bed which was even more comfortable than I had expected, and continued reading Wuthering Heights.
    Unfortunately, the jet lag caught up to me, and I ended up falling asleep, letting the book fall to my side. I woke up to the sound of tires squealing outside. I sat up in bed with a gasp as it took me a few seconds to remember where I was.
    So this wasn’t a dream after all I thought as I wiped the sleep from my eyes and looked outside. The sun was starting to set, and I heard a car door slam in the distance. I got up and moved toward the bay window. The sun was setting over the gorgeous green hills of England, but the sunset wasn’t what my eyes focused on.
    There were skid marks on the driveway, the obvious cause of the squealing tires that had woken me up, leading to a Lamborghini convertible that still shone bright red in the dusky light.
    Getting out of the convertible was the most gorgeous man I’d ever set my eyes on. Wearing jeans and a blazer jacket, with wavy brown hair and three days’ worth of stubble, he walked like the whole world moved at his feet. And God, with those looks, I bet it did.
    My breath caught in my throat as I stared at the man, mesmerized. I wondered who he was, what he was doing here. I could see the tip of a tattoo on his chest above the neckline of his shirt. This wasn’t the kind of guy that would fit in here, I thought.
    Suddenly I looked over at the clock. It was already after six, and I definitely needed to have a shower, wash my hair, and make sure I looked half decent at dinner.
    Luckily I found some shampoo already waiting for me in the shower of my room, and I let the hot water pour all over my skin, rejuvenating me. The next day, I decided, I would go fill out some forms at Oxford that had to be filled out in person, and do a bit of basic shopping. Maybe even do a touristy thing or two in London.
    Still, my brain kept wandering back to the gorgeous stranger in the supercar out front. Who was he? Did I have a shot with him? Of course the answer to the second question was no. I was raised by a single mom who made ends meet by marrying and blackmailing men, who had good grades but really had to get some strings pulled to get into Oxford, and without a single refined bone in my body. My mother knew how to act at charity events and that sort of thing, I definitely didn’t.
    At exactly 7pm I was ready to go for dinner, and there was a knock on the door. Anita was standing there, smiling.
    “Ready?”
    “I guess so. I’ve never had this much of a fuss made over dinner before.”
    “Well, don’t worry. It’s only like this for special occasions.”
    “I hope so,” I mumbled as I followed Anita down the hall. I wasn’t sure I could live life where the act of eating was this much of a spectacle on a daily basis. Still, I supposed I would probably put up with it if I could keep all of the other luxurious facets of