Si woo
I stared. Couldn't help it. My mouth went dry and my brain short-circuited for a second before the anger and the horniness slammed together. "What the actual fuck, Ye-jun?" I shoved the chair back and stood up, not even caring that my dick was obvious now, straining against my pants like it had its own agenda. "You walk in here dressed like a goddamn whore and ask about a charger? Dress properly at home, for fuck's sake. This isn't some runway for your little revenge game."
He laughed right in my face, short and sharp. "Oh, now you care how I dress? After you ignored me all day like I was trash? After you…after last night?"
"Last night was last night," I snapped, stepping closer, voice low and mean because I was pissed he looked this hot and even more pissed I wasn't sorry. "And you're still my stepbrother, so stop parading around like some cheap slut trying to get my attention. It's pathetic."
