Sex with My Mafia Stepbrother

It’s been thirty minutes since I started searching for the passport and I had no idea what to do again.

Droplets of sweat found its way and trickled down my back. I was sweaty as hell and just using my hands to clean my forehead wasn’t helping.

I sighed audibly as tears coursed through my eyes. There was no way I hadn’t thought of checking. I turned to the wardrobe and searched every jacket that was in sight. My chest heaved with each dress I touched and searched through its pocket.

I checked all the clothes and then grabbed a jean jacket. I checked the pockets and it still wasn’t there.

“Oh shit,” I muttered and held my hair in a bun. My hair was messy and the loose strands made its way to my face and that made me irritated.

“Where else am I going to check?” I asked out loud and opened my mouth to exhale audibly. I lowered my stance and checked under the bed wondering the possibilities of it being there.

When I got tired of searching to no avail, I sat on the floor and tears ran down my cheeks. I held my head with my hands. I couldn’t think any other way to calm myself down.

I was both worried and scared at the same time. “What am I going to do now?” I soliloquized as I sat there on the floor. I raised my hands to my face in an attempt to wipe the tears welling in my eyes.

I sniffed back the tears and wiped the tears on my cheeks. Just as I was thinking of what to do, a thought coursed through my mind.

“What if Luciano took it?” I blurted out.

If he did, then maybe that was also a good thing because in that case, it isn’t missing but just-I paused because it was only a thought and the truth remained that my passport was missing.

I stood up from the floor and wiped my butt before walking to the room. My eyes were already swollen and anyone who saw me, would easily guess how devastated I was.

They eye bags weren’t any lesser. Accompanied with how quickly my eyes got both red and puffy, I looked miserable.

I locked the door of my bedroom and forced myself to the bed. I couldn’t help how I was feeling but I tried to make myself feel better. I curled my toes on the bed and used my hands as a pillow to rest my head.

Not sure of how else to help the situation, I remained there calmly. All I remember was touching my chest before I slept off.

I yawned lazily and turned over to the side of the bed then my eyes flared open. I stood up from the bed and stretched my bod. Somehow, my eyes felt sore because I cried myself to sleep.

“The shelves,” I blurted immediately. I ran to the corridor and knelt down as I ransacked the shelf and searched for the passport.

“Holy heavens,” I muttered and let out a small laughter. I was literally laughing at myself and at my stupidity. I gently hit my hands on my forehead and chuckled again.

“Damn,” I said and shook my head in utmost disbelief.

It was such a common place and I couldn’t believe that I was going crazy searching for it. I picked up the passport and walked back to my room. I turned to the drawer and opened it gently. I placed the passport there because it was the spot that I’d remember.

I didn’t want to be in a situation like this again and I knew it. I felt a little tired but I blame it on the workload trying to search for my passport.

I felt like taking a walk so I headed to the door. I pushed the door but it wouldn’t open. I tried to open it but Luciano locked it from outside.

“Asshole,” I cussed and swallowed hard. Luciano was literally a pain in the ass but for strange reason, I wasn’t very mad at him for locking me inside.

I could feel my tummy grumbling so I turned to the kitchen to get something to eat. I grabbed a tray and decided to make something real quick. I frowned when I turned to the cupboard and most of the foodstuffs were finished.

“I don’t even eat much,” I blurted and rolled my eyes. I took the tomato and sliced it gently before mixing it with my white onion and a few things. I liked adding the tomato sauce to my toasted bread so I did.

I placed it on the plate and dropped a fork beside it. “Well let’s see,” I muttered when Luciano crossed my mind again.

I quickly shoved out my phone and texted him. I smirked as I typed those words on my cell phone.Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

Me: Help! Come home now! There’s a fire outbreak. I sent it and laughed out loud waiting for his reaction.

My phone buzzed in split seconds and he was the one calling on facetime.

“Got you,” I laughed as the call connected.

“Oh damn,” he exhaled. “Tiff you got me scared.”

“Oh I did?” I asked acting oblivious. I laughed again. “Wait, you’re at the mall,” I pointed out. “And you’re getting veggies?”

“Yup,” he confirmed and gave a nod. “That’s what you need in your condition.”

I raised my brow at him. “What do you mean? What condition?”

“You’ve been taking a lot of sugar lately and less fiber. You should know what that means.”

“Oh please,” I chuckled. “Who doesn’t love sugar?”

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