Attracted by My Stepbully

Chapter12

Cole

I've always wanted her, even if it wasn't always like this. When we were kids I just wanted to kiss her. I had no idea I would ever want to do more. I couldn't

imagine what more there was to do. I thought we might grow up and get married, and just kiss all the time.

There's a knock at the bathroom door and I freeze and throw the cover over myself. "Hailey "

"Yeah, can I come in "

Oh fuck. It's probably not a great moment, but, "Yeah," I answer.

I'm gripping the base of my cock as she opens the door, holding it still, my growing need making me ache.

She has her silky pyjama top buttoned back up, golden hair tumbling over her shoulders, and I catch her gaze dart quickly to and away from the tent my cock is making under the covers. Her cheeks colour.

"What do you want " I ask irritably. "I'm.busy. "

She looks away, turning uncomfortably in a half-circle towards my desk, and says, "Cole.can you just. "

"Just what "

"I just wanted to talk to you."

"Okay, well." I lift my eyebrows impatiently. "Can you make it quick "

She blinks and stammers, looking so uncomfortable, and Jesus, there's just

something about doing that to her that turns me on. I start slowly moving my hand again, I can't help it.

"Is it something that.I did " She flicks her eyes over to my cock again and quickly looks away as she sees my hand moving. It makes me even harder. "To make you hate me, I mean," she continues. "Whatever it is.I'm sorry."

The question surprises me. It's not that I don't want her to think that I hate her. That's exactly what I want. I'm just surprised she's asking outright about it. I'm

surprised that she's letting herself be so vulnerable. "You want to know why I hate you "

She nods, and looks up at me with shining eyes.

I let go of my cock and sit up. "Because I hate little rich bitches," I sneer. "I

hate perfect little princesses who have everything handed to them in life. You don't know anything about real life, Hailey. I can't respect that."

Her mouth falls open. It's probably the meanest thing I've ever said to her.

I didn't intend to ever say that to her, but it's true. Hailey has always had

everything she ever wanted. The worst thing that's ever happened to her is that her billionaire father moved back to South Africa and started a new family, and so

what He set up a trust fund for her and she gets to have my dad instead. Good old Barry. She's fucking spoiled.

"Oh, like you're so underprivileged," she retorts. "You live in a fucking

mansion,too, fuckwad. And your dad's a lawyer. It's not like you were struggling before our parents met!"

"You don't know shit about my life. You don't know what it's like to be

anything except everyone's perfect little golden girl. You never struggled in school, you never got into any shit, you've never been in trouble a day in your life."

She can't deny that for all we've been raised together, her experience has been so much different than mine. She was always handled with kid gloves. I was

always the 'bad' kid. She was an honour roll student and I barely made it through high school. I only got accepted to university on a basketball scholarship.

"So what You hate me because you got in trouble at school How is that my fault "

"It's your fault because no one ever looked at you that way. No one ever said,

oh here Hailey, watch out, she bad news. "

I'm surprised by the force of my own reaction. She doesn't know, though. She's never been anything other than Hailey, pure and perfect, everyone's favourite little sweetheart. She doesn't have a speck of tarnish on her.

"Cole," she says appeasingly, her big blue eyes so wide and innocent-looking. "That's not how people see you. You're strong, and you get into trouble because you don't take any shit. I.I love that about you."

"You love that about me " I repeat sarcastically, emphasizing the one word I want her to feel the most embarrassed about using.

Love

She rolls her eyes. "Fine. I just thought we could have a conversation for once. Like, a normal conversation, but clearly I was wrong." She folds her arms and

turns towards the bathroom door to leave, but I'm not done yet.

"No way," I say firmly, and she turns back to look at me. "You don't get to

leave. You don't get to walk in here and interrupt me and then leave without giving me something to make it worth my time."

"Fuck off." She turns around again, but I throwback the covers and take two long strides toward her, grabbing her arm to stop her. "Fuck's sake, Cole," she

snaps, quickly running her eyes down my naked body. "Let me go."

I shake my head. "No."

"I'm a hundred percent not in the mood for this, I guarantee."

"I don't care what you're in the mood for, princess. This isn't about you and what you want, for once." I yank her forward and push her toward the bed.

"Stop it, Cole," she protests. I love her little protests.

"No."

She looks back at me defiantly and I hold her gaze. Her lips are pressed

together, and her nostrils are flaring with anger, but I can see in her eyes that her resolve isn't strong. She's pissed at me for what I said, but she's waiting to see what I do. I can still flip the script on tonight.

I can have her if I want.

I step closer and she exhales nervously but doesn't move.