C7

Maija

We arrive at the restaurant thirty minutes later. It's a steakhouse, and the simple sight of the building makes me drool. There is absolutely nothing I enjoy eating more than a thick piece of grilled ribeye.

“Did I do well?” I look at Zayne, who is smiling from cheek to cheek, unbelievably satisfied with himself. Mom must have told him of my obsession with steak, that meddling woman. I wonder if she would be as helpful if she found out he was trying to sleep with me. I chuckle as he looks at me eagerly, waiting for a reply. I mumble something incoherent, refusing to give him the satisfaction.

“Let’s get this day over with.” I frown, pretending to be unhappy, but I am giddy right now to be on this date with the promise of a fat, juicy steak. I know he claimed earlier it was not a date, but from the looks he’s giving me, he was definitely lying.

“Can you pretend you don’t hate me for one night, please?” I look at him, shocked, registering the hurt in his voice. Does he really think I hate him? I chuckle. That is silly. If only he knew how much I want to fuck him right now. Well, maybe this is better; if he thinks I hate him, I have less chance to end up face down, ass up in his bed.

“Maija...” His voice is soft and sounds almost like he is pleading. I smile and nod before I turn to open my door.

“Oh, let me get that for you.” He swings his door open, quickly closes it, and jogs to my side of the car. And opens the door. He takes my hand as I step out of the car, then interlaces his fingers with mine as he pulls me towards the restaurant. My body flush with heat feeling his large hand wrapped around mine, and like when he kissed my neck earlier, my knees buckle slightly. I pull my hand away, unable to withstand the heat building from his touch. I cannot let him get his way, not tonight, not ever…maybe. I sigh. This is getting dangerous. With each touch, my resolve is weakening. I veer to the left to separate from him, hoping the distance will calm my pulsing vulva.

“Thank you, big brother,” I say, emphasizing the brother as he opens the restaurant door. I must make it clear to him that nothing will happen tonight, no matter how wet I am right now. He winces at term, brother, but then his face contorts in a devilish smirk. He leans towards me, his eyes darkened with desire and trained on mine.

“Brother? I hope you do not call me that when I’m fucking you from behind. The things I plan to do to you, I would never do to my real sister. I mean, I have been called kinky, but not that kinky.” My mouth falls open with shock. Did he say that? I should be pissed off. I should slap him across the face and storm out. So why am I turned on right now? I bite my lip, fighting the urge to drag him back to his car right now and bang his brains out. No, I breathe. I must be strong. Clenching my thighs together, I try to ignore my growing lust.

“Uh… Did you bring me here to flirt or to feed me?” I ask, trying my best to sound nonchalant, even though my panties are soaking wet. Zayne smirks. This punk knows what he is doing to me, doesn’t he?

“A little of both,” he replies chuckling, I shuffle into the restaurant avoiding his gaze. Oh, this is going to be a long night.

We are led to our table by the Maître de. Zayne rushes to pull out my chair, ensuring his hands are all over me in the process. He is going all out tonight. Once seated, he orders a bottle of non-alcoholic wine, and then we both ordered steak. Zayne chose a T-bone with a baked potato, and I chose a ribeye with fries. While waiting for our dinner, I relax because Zayne is on the other side of the table. Although he is looking at me like he wants to eat me, it does not have quite the effect as his touch.

“How was Europe?” I ask, hoping to steer the conversation to safer territory.

“It was a great experience. Italy is the land of sex. I would love to take you there one day.” He smirks as I roll my eyes.

“Is your mind always in the gutter?”

“Only when I’m incredibly turned on. You should feel what you’re doing to me.”

“Perv.”

“Hey, you wore that dress. Do you not know what your body looks like in it, how absolutely tempting you are?” I clench my thighs tighter as a pool of moisture builds between my legs. My nipples get hard. I want him so bad; I do not know what to do. Fortunately, the waiter appears with our dinner.

“Oh, there is our food. I’m famished.” The waiter places my food on the table. I immediately grab my fork and dig into the juicy meal. I am hornier than hungry, but right now, I can only satisfy one. During the meal, Zayne is surprisingly pleasant as he tells me about his time in Europe. He talks about his night in Paris and days in Spain. Whenever he was free, he would visit another country because most were a train ride away. It sounds amazing, I have always wanted to visit Europe, but it was never possible with mom being a single parent in dental school. However, it’s possible now since mom's job is steady and she married a billionaire.

“When I go to Europe, I want to go to Scotland, lie in the grass, and feed the Scottish feral goats.” He starts laughing.

“Feed goats? That’s a unique dream.” I smile. I know it sounds weird, but it has always been a dream of mine.

“It’s unique, but it’s my dream nonetheless.”

“True, we should go.” I stare at him, shocked.

“You want to come?”

“Of course, I need to see this dream realized with my own eyes.” I smile softly, appreciating him not making fun of my dream and encouraging me to pursue it.

“Plus, after you feed the goats, you can feed me.” I roll my eyes. Of course, he is thinking about his dick. He laughs when he sees my scowling face.

“I’m joking; come on.”

“Right…” He is lucky he is so hot when he smiles.

“I’m serious… So, is this the best date you’ve ever had?

“I was told this wasn’t a date,” I smirk at him.

“Who said that?” I chuckle as his eyes dance with mischief.

“It beats the Netflix and chill requests I’ve been getting.” I groan, this is the best date I have had in months, and it is with my stepbrother. I cannot get any lamer. He smiles warmly, apparently delighted with my answer. He takes my hand and starts tracing the lines with his finger. My nipples get hard as his finger glides along my skin.

“So, are you a virgin?” His eyes are trained on me like a predator. Again, I should be offended by this, but my vagina once again finds it exciting as a wave of moisture settles between my thighs.

“This is not a normal conversation for siblings,” I whisper, still fighting the lust.

“Good, because we aren’t siblings.” I swallow hard as he continues stroking my hand. He stops suddenly, raises my hand to his mouth, kisses it, and licks my palm. This sends a wave of heat to my core, damn he’s good. I think I’m at my breaking point because I’m about to suggest we head to the bathroom so he can fuck my brains out.

“Zay…”

“Well, well, look what we have here.” A sharp, nasal voice interrupts what may have been a damning request. I don’t know if I should thank or kill her. From the way my vagina is throbbing, I am leaning towards murder. I sigh, then pull my hand away from Zayne before looking up at a brunette with way too much black eye makeup; she resembles a raccoon.

“Sienna… nice to see you,” Zayne replies. He seems annoyed.

“Is it nice to see me, Zayne? Because I get 11:00 pm, ‘are you up’ texts, but this ghetto trash gets the 5-star restaurant dinner.” Ghetto trash? I blink quickly twice, is this bitch talking about me? She is, I chuckle, so sad she seems threatened. I grab my drink and take a sip. She is Zayne’s problem. Ignoring the raccoon, I place my glass on the table, pick up my utensils, and return my attention to my steak.

“Sienna.” Zayne's voice sounds like a warning. I glance up, checking the atmosphere, and then go back to eating.

“Zayne, that’s fine; you can choose to sleep with dogs if you want to, ” she screams. Wow, now I’m a dog. I don’t have a second to digest that insult before the next one comes.

“I hope you don’t come back to me when you catch its fleas.”

“Sienna, stop.” Oh, I am not only a dog, but I also have fleas too. I chuckle, taking another sip of my drink.

“What’s so funny?” She directed her anger to me. It is funny how threatened she feels, but I will not give her the satisfaction of an answer. I ignore her and continue to sip my drink, but she is entitled and not used to being ignored. She grabs my glass from my hand and glares at me. I sigh, take my napkin, and wipe the corners of my mouth before looking at her.

“Sienna, is it? I have allowed you to call me all sorts of names because you look strung out, and I was always taught to respect everyone, even drug addicts. However, you have been beyond rude, grabbing my drink. I am afraid my patience has run out, so I will give you two choices. Return my drink, or I’ll slap the shit out of you.” She gasps but quickly returns my drink to the table before she turns back to Zayne. Good girl, he is the one you should be focused on. I chuckle as they argue while I finish my last piece of steak.

“Sienna, stop this. We will speak later.” I look up at Zayne, who seems like he is about to explode.

“No, we will talk about this now. Who is this bitch?” She shrieks which get the attention of a couple of diners who are close by.

“This is my stepsister Maija.” I look at him incredulously, he’s been telling me all night we aren’t siblings, but the moment his raccoon shows up, all of a sudden, I’m his stepsister. Granted, I am, but still. Not cool, Zayne.

“Oh…Zayne. I’m sorry for not trusting you…you kissed her hand, and I…wait, why are you kissing your stepsister’s hand?” I smirk as I look at him. Answer the girl, Zayne. He mouths the word, please help, and I sigh.

“It is a ritual you perform when you get a ghetto dog. I assume you would not know anything about it. It is supposed to signify loyalty, right Zayne.” I stare at Zayne, who has been anything but loyal since she showed up. I assume she will sense the sarcasm and apologize, but she flips her hair and then turns back to Zayne. I scoff and grab my phone to leave, steak done. I have no reason to stick around and be insulted by his drugged-out raccoon.

“Maija,” Zayne shouts, but I am already out the door, heading back to the car. I am not upset, but I have no interest in being insulted again by some insecure bitch. Zayne comes running out of the restaurant a couple of minutes later.

“Maija, I’m sorry, she’s...”

“It is fine. We have a movie to catch.” I open the door and slip in before he can protest. I grab my earphones and pop them in as he slips in on his side. The message I am sending is clear– I do not want to talk. He looks at me and sighs before starting the car.