MY STEP BROTHER DESIRE

Geralt just walked away after seeing Clara. Clara, who had tried to be friendly, felt annoyed at Geralt. She followed Geralt into the house.

"Why are you being indifferent to me?" Clara asked. "Did I do something wrong?"

Geralt continued to walk up the stairs. He did not care about Clara, who continued to follow him. Until Geralt passed a room whose door was open. Shades of pink were clearly visible in the room.

Geralt then looked sarcastically at Clara. His gaze clearly looked like a look of hatred.

"You're fortunate," Geralt said. He then went into his room.

Clara frowned. She couldn't understand why Geralt would say something like that. She needed an explanation, so she barged into Geralt's room.

"Explain what you mean!" Clara screamed.

"You have brain, right? Use it." Geralt was too indifferent. He then took off his jacket and threw it unceremoniously at Clara.

Geralt even took off his shirt, so Clara clearly saw Geralt's body. There was a massive scar on his back, but it was covered by a dragon tattoo. But Clara could see the tattoo.

"Do you really hate my mom marrying your dad?" Clara asked.

"Not entirely wrong," Geralt replied, taking off his pants.

"What are you doing!" Clara squealed. "Why are you taking off your pants here!"

Geralt didn't care. Meanwhile, Clara hurriedly left Geralt's room. After Clara left, Geralt was pensive. He suddenly slammed his pants. He looked distraught.

"Fuck!" Geralt even ruffled his hair. He looked around for something in the desk drawer but couldn't find anything.

Geralt looked so distraught that he threw himself on the bed. There was something that made him so upset, but Geralt couldn't put it into words.

Meanwhile, Clara brought Geralt's clothes that were thrown at her to the maid. She wondered why Geralt's attitude was like that towards her.

"Miss, why are you carrying dirty clothes to the back? Let me do it," said the servant.

"These are Geralt's clothes. I'm just dropping them off," Clara replied.

"Geralt?" the servant muttered. She hurriedly took the clothes from Clara.

"Can you tell me what Geralt is like?" Clara asked. "Was he haughty?"

The servant said nothing. Clara was even more astonished. "Why don't you answer?" she asked.

"If you want to know about him, you should hang out with him, Miss. But Geralt doesn't quickly get along with new people.

Clara sighed. Apparently, having a new family was not as wonderful as she had imagined. Her mom did meet a charming rich man, but Clara never paid attention to the condition of her stepfather's family. She thought Geralt could accept her existence.

***

Dinner time arrived. This was the first dinner for Clara's new family. She had just left her room to go to the dining room. She accidentally bumped into Geralt, who had also just come out of the room, but Geralt was wearing a jacket and jeans. It was definitely not a costume for dinner in the house.

"Where are you going?" Like a curious person, Clara had the initials to ask.

"None of your business," Geralt replied. He walked on, ignoring Clara.

Clara was forced to remain silent. Geralt had ignored her several times already. Geralt entered the dining room. Martin and Matty were already on standby in the dining room.

"Are you leaving, Geralt?" Matty asked.

"Hem," replied Geralt as he picked up an apple on the table. He immediately took a bite of the apple.

"Why did you leave on the first day your mother and sister moved in?" Martin thought Geralt was very rude.

"I have other business," Geralt replied. "Who the hell told you to come when I'm busy."

Geralt quickly left the dining room. Martin was very embarrassed by his son's behaviour. He immediately chased after Geralt.

"Honey!" Matty didn't want Martin to fight with his son. Matty knew that Geralt was not used to her arrival with Clara.

Clara stood by the door, and Geralt walked right past her. She turned around and followed Geralt, who walked to the garage.

Geralt took out his motorcycle. At that time, Clara also let out her thoughts.

"You're so childish!" Clara screamed.

Martin looked at Clara, who was talking to Geralt.

"Go away." Geralt pushed Clara aside as he was about to leave. He didn't even care if Clara wanted to scold him.

Clara saw a helmet on the back of Geralt's bike. She immediately put it on. When Geralt started the engine, Clara quickly got on the bike.

"What the hell are you doing!" screamed Geralt.

"Do you think you're the only one who hates this marriage? I hate it, too. If you want to avoid your parents, I will, too."

Martin let Clara be with Geralt. He thought Clara could get close to his son if they hung out together.

"Go on. I'll have dinner alone with Matty," Martin said.

"Thank you, Mr. Fox," Clara said with a smile.

"Call me dad, Clara. "It's hard, but try."

Clara just smiled. Although she blessed her mother to marry another man, it didn't mean that the father figure in her life could be replaced.

"Let's go," Clara said to Geralt.

"Oh, shit! I'm not going with you," Geralt protested.

"Then I won't get off your bike either." Clara was not to be outdone.

Geralt shook his head. He didn't have time to argue. As a result, he immediately left, even though he had to be with Clara.

Clara was actually afraid to go with Geralt. After all, they were still strangers to each other. They had never been formally introduced. Geralt was rarely home. He preferred to spend time with his friends, just like now.

Geralt took Clara to an empty building near the forest. However, the vacant building contained several young people who were busy partying. Some of them were drinking alcohol. Some were making out. While others are busy with motorbikes.

Geralt's arrival attracted the attention of the young people in this place. Geralt was indeed a prevalent and respected figure among his friends.

"What the hell is this place?" Clara asked. She felt that this place was creepy. Moreover, the people here seemed to be juvenile delinquents.