Claimed by My Stepbrother

Sky

"Pretending you're reading something interesting?" The guy I hate the most walks into the classroom, and it's the first thing he says when he sees me with the book.

"You won't believe me, but literature without pics of naked girls can be fascinating, too," I say sarcastically without even looking at him, pretending I'm continuing to read.

"Let me see..." He leans closer and touches my hand, turning the book so that he can see the cover. "No, I don't think so."

When our skin brushes against each other, I feel the slight current passing between us and pull my hand away immediately, looking at him, surprised.

Why is he touching me? He knows I hate it when he does.

This man shouldn't make me feel such emotions. His presence shouldn't give me any feelings at all. I don't want that.

He grins contentedly when he sees my reaction. His dirty blond hair falls down on his face, and he moves it away with his hand. Even his darker than night brown eyes are glittering with pleasure when he realizes what an effect he has on me.

I immediately look away, pretending I'm reading again.

Luckily, it's "Origin" by Dan Brown, and it's exciting without a doubt. I'm glad he didn't see one of those books I hide behind my bed and pull out only when everyone else goes to sleep.

Those books are not for the public eye; even my mom doesn't know about them. The heroes in those books take their heroines the way they want to and whenever they want, which attracts me the most.

And that's precisely what I hate about Zac Harden: he's bold, bossy, arrogant and always gets what

he wants because he's the most attractive human living on the earth. He has strong arms, broad shoulders, a chiseled jaw, and a smile that most people would kill for.

He also happens to be my new stepbrother.

Our parents got married a couple of months ago. We moved from Vermont to Los Angeles because my mom got a job at Zac's father's company, and that's how they met.

Mom married her boss, Jack Harden, and we moved to his house in Beverly Hills. I started to go to a new school, "Elite Academy," or "Dirty Elite Academy," as everyone calls it because of so many bitches studying in one place.

If it weren’t for the students, I would actually really like this school. The teachers are some of the best in the country, and the school gives me so many opportunities. People who graduate from here can attend pretty much any college they want.

I've always dreamt about Yale, ever since the day I decided to become a writer, but I always thought that it would be impossible with my single mom's salary.

But my new stepfather, Jack, who’s a billionaire, told me that he'll pay any tuition required for me to attend the school I want.