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His magnificently beautiful eyes looked into mine with possessiveness. I exhaled out a shuddered breath, and he grabbed my jaw. 
“This is not who you are to me, Isabella. And I want more than what we have. Understood?”
The dominance in his tone was obvious, while his words sounded like a fantasy I’ve always dreamt of. More than what we have. More than step-brother. 

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I, a 19-year-old girl, had always had a secret crush on someone I shouldn’t have. That’s right—it was none other than Achilles Roman, my stepbrother, who was two years older than me. I had kept my feelings dumped in a Tupperware box for as long as I could remember. But how could I control myself when he himself started making moves on me? And what should I do when I realize that he was nowhere near the Achilles I thought I knew? 
Read to find out.

Obsessed With My Stepbrother

Achilles' Point of View

I looked over at Camila who entered my cabin. She had a sad smile on her face. I stood up as she hugged me.

"I heard about your father. It's so sad, to lose your mother again…"

"Nah," I pulled back and said with a smile, "I didn't lose her. We're good. Even better if that makes sense to you."

"That's good!" She grinned. "I was thinking, do you wanna go to the bar later?"

"Sure," I said as I looked at my wrist watch. "I just have to complete some of my work. At 7?"

"Sure. I'll just be down at the reception."

It has been three days since mom left. I missed Isabella—a lot more than I thought I would.

I engrossed myself in work again. I came back to the headquarters in Kansas the same day because I knew than an empty mind was home to imperviously stupid thoughts.

Chapter 17: Moving On