Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates

Helanie:

There was no choice left for argument or discussion. I remembered what Emmet had told me: that some people can really bully someone into making decisions that make them look bad. Hence, I didn’t argue with Lord McQuoid. I wanted Norman to dismiss his father’s orders. And if not, it’s not like I was the only one getting tortured, getting therapy from Norman. He hated it just as much.

"You are not taking the eleva--," Norman complained as I had to follow him. But his words were cut short when he realized I didn’t plan to either.

I have challenged myself to grow my strength so that I can continue to wipe off Charlotte’s smile whenever I get praised for acing any tests.

Especially combat classes.

"Huh! How many breaks will you take reaching the fifth floor?" he commented, walking ahead of me.

I didn’t argue because it was not a lie that I would need my breath and needed to save my energy to climb to the fifth floor.

However, like I had said before, my strength had increased now.

But the issue was Norman’s butt in my view.

His pants were really tight to the point that his ass cheeks were perfectly visible. I would look away, but then my eyes would drive back to how round and muscular his ass looked.

I scoffed, shaking my head. I could throw him down and punch him repeatedly.