My Stepbrother-Too Hot To Handle

Dabby POV

Not that I wanted to be like my mother or anything, but I just desired to be a little similar to her. The cool aura, sexy body, riveting smile, and every charm she possessed.

She could make anyone love her, and she always got whatever she wanted, so far she put her mind to it.

Joanna Sanders was hot. She was like a magnet. And no one would ever believe that she was my mum, because I was totally different from her. I was Dabby Sanders.

The car that was assigned to pick me up on the last day of the first session in grade twelve drove through the gate, and all my nerdy eyes could catch was the beautiful sight of the guy that would make every girl in school swoon together with his crew.

He was really hot, handsome, charming and every good thing one can think of, but he was not just the typical cold and gentle guy.

Damien Anderson wasn’t the usual mind-blowing guy you know that was like the ones you would imagine, but he was one of the most popular in high school and kind of the sexiest too. His friends, Xavier and Bryan, were not left out.

He had excellent looks, was alluring and had so many girls wrapped around his fingers. He drove one of the nicest cars, led a luxurious life and had friends that matched up to his standards.

People like that would never know the nerd girl Dabby who kept to herself, and could not still be by herself. Everyone thought that I was a freak. Probably because of the way I acted, because I was so insecure about the few dots on my face. I hated them and it made me look ugly.

I could never allow Mum to follow me to school, because I was sure that the bullying would get worse if they saw who she was and how sophisticated she looked. Joanna was close to perfect.

Never could I tell her that something was wrong at school, else, she would scold me angrily for being too weak and fragile. It was better to portray the slow and clumsy Dabby, who could boldly fight for herself if someone hit her.All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

I always wondered if she probably had thought about it a few times, that her baby was switched in the hospital ward or something when she gave birth to me. We were the total opposite of one another, and the contrast was glaring. But that didn’t matter. The striking resemblance was there.

Joanna was feisty and I loved her for it. She never gave anyone the privilege to cheat or trample on her, instead she would be the one to do the trampling. Her way with men was crazy to understand. She always had the best to herself too.

A break from my mother and her flashy lifestyle for a while? Hell yes, I would appreciate it.

I decided to go for the holidays to Aunt Penelope’s in New Orleans, and it was really cool because I got to take a break from California and its crappiness. Mum was traveling too, so it was a perfect arrangement.

The holiday break wasn’t any different from my usual life at home, because I was always indoors most of the time while my aunt was working at the office. But it was like some kind of protection against the bad air that I breathed while in school.

The kids in school were so tough and violent that once you were a weak link, they would definitely pick on you and make your life sadder. And I was a weak link.

The holiday, which was a few weeks until its end, was going nicely, until Joanna ruined it by calling me to inform me of her engagement. She was suddenly getting married. And worst of all was that she was pushing on with the marriage, which was like two weeks away.

‘When did they meet? How did they plan it out? Why did she want to get married to someone suddenly, instead of sticking to her usual dating men lifestyle?’ I had so many questions to ask her.

I pondered through the night why my mother suddenly wanted a second marriage, because it wasn’t really a basic reason that I could understand. If one of her love relationships was getting too clingy, she always backed out before it became messy. That was how she was.

“Mum. You know I do not interfere in your decisions, right? Are you sure you want this?” My timid voice sounded from the other side of her phone call, because I was not the kind of teenager to throw tantrums and rebel if I didn’t want something.

But I honestly wanted to shout in her face, and tell her that I didn’t want to be in a suffocated space, of being together with a stepdad.

“I have thought it right darl. We should all meet before the wedding, so come home quickly,” she said excitedly, and I didn’t want to ruin it for her.

Whatever charms it is that the man had to capture the fierce Joanna Sanders heart into marriage, then I should certainly give him accolades for that and allow her to have her way.

“So, what happens after?” I asked again, instead of the intended question; Are you sure you are not rushing this?

“I don’t know. But it is definitely going to be the best experience. I’ll tell you about the rest of the information later,” she cut the phone immediately, and I lazily dropped mine on the table in weakness and with the feeling of anger. I felt so weak and sick already of what was going to happen.

A week had passed, and I was still at my aunt’s, trying to act all cool about my mother’s new marriage plans. Knowing mum would not have the time to take me to the hospital whenever I got back, Aunt Penelope took me to the hospital instead and got me a pair of glasses.

The meeting mum talked about was continually postponed, because she told me that her new husband was having some meetings piled up, and he needed to clear everything before the wedding.

I was not interested in knowing about her plans anyway, because my opinion didn’t matter. She did not forget to send his pictures to me though, and damn, my nerdy self would not lie that he was hot. My mother was getting married to the right catch with good looks, and he was rich according to her, which was an icing on the cake.

“It is only a week before the wedding, Dabby and I have made all the preparations. You should travel down here and try on your new dress just in case it needs any adjustments,” she said sternly on the phone, when she had called the nth time after I feigned absence. I really hated that authoritative tone.

“I think I am down with the flu mother,” I lied. The thought of going back to school again, and attending a wedding in-between really sucked.

“I will ask Penelope for the last time to send you back here. Spencer will be arriving from Singapore in a few days and his son keeps postponing his own arrival date. Everything should go fine,” Mum stated, and I felt like my head was tumbling out of my mind.

‘What was I hearing? His son? A stepbrother?’

“He has a son?!” My voice came out louder than I had expected it to be, and I was sure that mum was a bit taken aback. She would probably have expected me to talk so loudly, considering my usual self.

“I didn’t tell you? Oh, I’m sorry sweetheart. He does have a son, and he has a better appearance than his father. You are probably around the same age or something,” she replied plainly and cutely, so it would sound normal, but I was not enjoying mother’s wriggling her way out of her mess. And she always did that.

“I totally hate the idea of that, Mum. You did not even consider me or what I wanted, when you just decided to get me a stepbrother out of the blue. Isn’t that so selfish?! You know how much I hate being in the same space with teenage boys. I am not attending your wedding!” I wanted to scream out loud against my mother’s face and rant so endlessly like a normal teenager would do, but I just sighed out loud and said some gibberish before hanging up the phone.

I knew that I was going to cry throughout the night, because I hated that I could not say what I wanted to anyone. I never did, and could not just do it. But one thing was for sure. I was not returning home until the day of the wedding. The thought of getting a new brother was really draining the life out of me.