To Hate My Stepbrother

Ava’s POV

Mason finally came home and I was still fuming, why did he lie to me? Why did he keep it away from me? He shouldn’t have done that. He should’ve told me all about her but here he is smiling at me like he is innocent.

He brought food for me and he’d also set the table, angry. I joined him at the table but I couldn’t keep my anger at bay.

I felt like a ticking time bomb that could explode anytime soon, twisting and twirling my fork on the pasta, I couldn’t bring myself to eat it.

“It was hectic at the office today and one of our clients had the nerve to…” his voice trailed off and I lifted my gaze to look at him.

He’s been trying to make up conversations but I’ve been brushing it off like it was nothing and now he’s finally noticed that something was wrong.

“Spill it.” He ordered and in one swing, I dropped the fork with me as I explained to him all that happened when he wasn’t around today.

“Why? Why did you fucking lie? I thought we were way past that and now this?!” I yelled, staring at him but he looked confused like he had no idea what I’m talking about.

“Ava, calm down.” He started and that was the wrong choice of word because now I don’t want to calm down. I slammed my hand on the table and demanded an explanation from him.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about and I don’t have a son just hear me out!” He shot back at me and I scoffed.

Is he really trying to joke around with me right now?

“I saw him, I saw the child and he looks everything like you, he even has your chin and you dare lie to me?!” I was angry and blinded with rage.

“I’m not lying to you, I genuinely don’t know what you’re talking about.” He explained, his voice still low and I couldn’t help but wonder how he’s so calm.

“What does the name Aisha mean to you?” I asked, hoping that would help him remember the shenanigans he had with the girl but he became even more confused.

“I don’t know that name and I don’t have a child for the umpteenth time Ava.” He denied, trying to act like the boy just happened to look like him.

“This is so fucking low of you,” I started, my voice low that I almost couldn’t hear myself speak, “you had something to do with this woman and you know it but you’re lying to me!” I added. My fist clenched in anger.

“I don’t…”

“Don’t even,” I cut in, “you told me you weren’t involved in anything serious with any other woman which is exactly why I’m confused because WHO THE HELL IS AISHA!” I couldn’t hold the anger back again and it’s trying to break free.

He’d wanted to speak when I raised my hand up to him in anger, shunning him and not wanting him to lie to me again.Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

“We’re not going to talk about this anymore until she’s back tomorrow because she will.” I swallowed as I turned my back to him.

Quickly, I walked back to my room in anger and utter sadness and laid on my bed as I clutched my pillow tightly and hoped that it was all a dream and not real.

I found myself wishing that this was just a bad dream, that Mason doesn’t have a son and by tomorrow I would get to know about how ridiculous I was with him.

Closing my eyes, I tried to sleep but all I could think of was the woman asking for the father of her child and the little boy that looks so much like Mason.

The alarm by my bedside woke me up and I stood to get ready for the day. I walked down the stairs and still ignored Mason until I heard the doorbell ringing again.

Hurriedly, I made my way to the door and all my hopes about it just being a bad dream was dashed when I saw Aisha and the little boy at the door.

“I’m sorry, please come in.” I ushered the both of them in because this time Mason was around and I wanted to hear what else he’d say to deny this.

“Hey, Mason!” She called as she ran towards him and she’d almost thrown herself at him, I couldn’t watch it. Closing my eyes in pain, I looked away from both of them.

“I’m sorry, Do I know you?” He asked and my stomach stirred in anger again. How could he act like he still doesn’t know her when clearly they both had something to do with each other?

“It’s me, Aisha,” she tried to explain, “and this is your son.” She added and Mason’s jaw dropped when he saw the boy. He couldn’t deny the fact that the boy looked so much like him.

“I don’t remember…” he insisted but I took the words out of his mouth as I tried to question Aisha on how they both got to know each other.

She explained it all to us and that was when we got to know that Mason slept with her on the 5th of August four years ago.

It was oddly specific and that was the day we both had a fight about him not telling me that he was traveling abroad.

“Oh c’mon!” He yelled, he’s also starting to get angry but how dare him? “I don’t remember any of this and…”

“You booked a hotel for us that night and insisted that you needed to get something out of your chest.” Aisha cut him off and that was when I knew that I was already crying.

“Ava, I’m telling you. Don’t listen to her please I have no idea…” he was still talking when my palm met his face in a hard slap.

“How dare you?” I asked before running out of the house.