My Fake Stepbrother’s Undercover Kiss - Chapter 2: Chapter 2

My cheeks burned as I gripped my phone, my fingers tightening around it.
"Who said I was trying to get your attention? God, you're so full of yourself!"
All I wanted was to confirm if he was really Lucas—not actually flirt with him.
"Not my fault women fall for me, sweetheart. You'll have to get in line."
"But damn, the way you blush… I kinda love it."
Maybe it was the influencer in him, but he stepped closer, tilting my chin up with his fingers.
Forced to meet his eyes, I traced his sharp jawline before my gaze dropped—down to those damn gray sweatpants.
The very noticeable bulge sent my thoughts spiraling.
Online, girls joked about male influencers wearing gray sweatpants to "show off the goods." I never got the hype—until now.
"Keep staring like that, sweetheart, and I might think you want something from me."
His hand settled on my waist. I didn't pull away, my mind still racing.
Is this what they mean about Black men? Maybe that's why Mom was so obsessed with my stepdad.
The guy wasn't even handsome, yet she acted like he hung the damn moon—never caring how I felt.
Lost in thought, I suddenly felt myself being lifted, his scorching hands gripping my thighs. My heart hammered.
"What the hell—?!" I shoved at him, but it was like pushing against a brick wall.
"Baby, you walked right into this."
He took a slow sip of his drink, then pried my lips apart, sliding an ice cube into my mouth.
Instinctively, I parted them further—like an invitation.
And soon, he swallowed every gasp I made.
The ice melted on my tongue, leaving my mouth cold… then burning.
Intense.