Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother novel Chapter 48

Chapter 48: Untouched Maiden

’This can’t be happening. There’s no way I’m letting him sleep in my room. I have to find a way to get rid of him without Grandpa noticing,’ Natalie thought, her mind racing.

She turned to look at Justin, who stood in the doorway with his hands casually tucked into the pockets of his black pants, his gaze was fixed on her bed.

’Don’t tell me he actually plans to sleep in my bed!’

In a flash, she positioned herself between him and the bed, her arms spread wide as if her small frame could somehow hide that large bed.

"What are you staring at my bed for?" Her eyes narrowed at him with suspicion. "Don’t tell me you’re really planning to sleep here. If that’s the case, let me warn you..."

"I was just wondering why you’ve arranged the bed as if it’s meant for two people when you sleep alone," he interrupted her. He was curious about it even when he entered her room for the first time.

"That’s none of your business," she shot back, her voice tense. "And don’t even think about getting on it. You’re not welcome in my room, let alone in my bed."

His words, ’Anyone but you’ could never leave her mind. The man who despised her so much didn’t deserve to be anywhere near her, let alone in her personal space.

Justin looked at her, his expression calm, though the displeasure in his eyes was unmistakable.

’It was just a simple question I asked. Why is she acting so defensive, like I’m going to do something inappropriate with her in the middle of the night? For God’s sake, she’s my step-sister. I could easily sleep on the floor, but she’s acting like I’m desperate to get into her bed,’ he felt frustration. ’Such an ungrateful woman when I am simply helping her with grandpas’ sake or I wouldn’t be here in this tiny home of hers.’

"I’d rather sleep in a coffin than share your bed. I was just curious, that’s all." He declared with a straight face, his eyes mocking her.

"Keep your curiosity to yourself and figure out where else you’re going to sleep because you’re definitely not staying in my room."

"Do you think I want to?" He remained calm, though his voice carried an edge. "But then again, I shouldn’t expect anything else from someone like you."

Her temper flared. "What do you mean by ’someone like me’?"

Justin remained composed, but his words were anything but kind. "I’m not going to waste my time with some untouched old-time maiden who’s so paranoid about sharing a room with a man that she thinks it might tarnish her purity. That kind of innocence is just grating on my sanity."

Natalie felt a sharp sting to her pride, and she snapped back, "Who told you I’m not used to having men around or that I’m some untouched maiden? I had a fiancé, and before that, I lived in Xyros City, where I was surrounded by men far better than you."

He raised an amused eyebrow, his tone dripping with mockery. "You mean thugs and scoundrels?"

She gritted her teeth, her palms clenched in tight fist. "At least they’re better than an arrogant, spoiled rich brat like you." She glanced at her bed, then back at him, her gaze burning with defiance. "You asked why my bed looks like it’s for two people? It’s because I’m used to sharing it with my ex-fiancé, Ivan. I haven’t gotten over the habit yet. He was so good in bed that I can’t seem to forget him when I’m lying there."

Justin’s expression remained unreadable, but his hands clenched into fists inside his pockets. The thought of another man in her bed, especially with such intimate detail, unsettled him more than he cared to admit. Until now, he had always teased her to get a reaction, but today, it seemed she was the one getting under his skin. He struggled to keep his temper in check.

Natalie moved to the head of the bed and tossed a pillow at him. "Take this and get the hell out of here."

’He wasn’t disgusted when he enjoyed the meals I cooked. Bloody scoundrel. I hope he ends up marrying the ugliest and most disgusting woman in the world.’

Resigned, he sank onto the sofa and stared up at the ceiling. ’Why am I even worrying about her?’