Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother novel Chapter 82

Chapter 82: Possessive, Red Flag Man

She was standing in front of the mirror adjusting her outfit when Justin emerged from the bathroom, his expression still serious. Her eyes followed him, sensing something off.

"Did something happen?" she asked, watching as he came over to the mirror.

Without answering, he stood beside her and checked himself in the full-length mirror, fixing his tie with a practiced hand. Then, without looking at her, he said, "You should learn to keep a proper distance from people."

"Distance? Yeah, sure," she replied sarcastically. "I do keep my distance. Especially with you—"

"Not with me," he interrupted, his voice firm. "I’m the man you share your bed with, so you’ve already crossed that boundary of keeping a distance."

Natalie’s face flushed at the implication of his words. "Don’t make it sound ridiculous. It’s not like that. We’re just... it’s like roommates."

"I didn’t say anything wrong," he countered coolly.

She huffed, frustrated. "When have I not kept my distance with others?"

"Ask yourself," he replied, stepping closer, his eyes locked on hers. "Man or woman, don’t get too close to anyone."

Natalie gulped, instinctively stepping back. "A-Are you trying to control me?"

"I haven’t even started," Justin said, his voice low and calm.

She clenched her fists, glaring at him. "Don’t forget, this is all fake."

"Then tell that to your grandpa," he shot back. "And you won’t have to worry about being controlled by me."

This jerk! Natalie gritted her teeth. "Mia is like my sister. You don’t have to be so weird about it."

"As long as it’s not me who’s close to you, I mind everyone," he replied coolly. "Don’t forget what I said—when I’m around, it’s my space, my rules."

"To hell with your rules!" she spat out, her temper flaring. "When it comes to Mia, I won’t listen to you."

Justin took another step forward, trapping her between him and the wardrobe, his gaze darkening. "Say that again," he challenged.

"You’re too much," she muttered, her voice tight with frustration.

"And you’ll have to bear with it," he said, his tone unyielding.

Natalie tried to calm herself, taking a deep breath. "It’s normal to be close with someone you consider a sibling."

Justin raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into a smirk. "Is it?"

Confused by his expression, she nodded. "Yes, it is."

"You have no idea what you’ve just agreed to," he said, his gaze watching her closely, his tone teasing yet cryptic.

"What?" she asked, feeling her irritation rise again.

He stepped back, his eyes still locked on her. "Just remember—keep your distance from others."

Her gaze narrowed as she glared at him. "You’re an overly possessive, red-flag kind of man. I pity whoever ends up with you."

"You’d rather envy her," he replied coolly, grabbing his laptop bag. "I am heading out of the city today for some important work, might return late at night or return tomorrow morning."

"What kind of work?" she asked, not knowing why was she even being curious about him.

"I am a businessman, what kind of work I might have, unless you think I am some mafia and going to lead my gang somewhere in the dark of the night to create a chaos."

"Now spill it—what’s really going on?" Mia grabbed Natalie’s hand, dragging her toward the sofa. "Is Justin Harper truly your husband?"

Mia’s eyes widened in disbelief. "Oh my god, and he agreed to act as your husband?" She narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "And you two even share a bed? Come on, spill. What did you two really do? Don’t tell me you’re still a virgin."