Chapter 5 Her Hockey Stepbrothers

Melissa’s POV 

“I'll go get the door,” My mom smiled excitedly, handing over the spoon to me before leaving the kitchen. 

I heaved a sigh, different thoughts flashing across my mind. I could leave through the back door right now, but my mom will be so mad at me. 

I'm glad she didn't even saddle me with the responsibility to get that door. I mentally wasn't prepared to smile at some strangers. So, rather, I just took over the food she had left in my care. 

Her words from a few minutes ago echoed in my ears again. 

My stepbrothers are coming today…what was I supposed to do with that information? 

I honestly don't give two fucks at this period. I already have so much to deal with, like seeing my secret boyfriend banging my best friend last night. 

Or was it when I fucked the school’s hockey captain that same night? How was I supposed to face him on Monday? Just thinking about last night makes me feel so sick to my stomach, but I have to shake it off. 

I shook my head, my eyes shut briefly as I continued with the cabbage, when I heard the door creak open, and my mother's laughter followed. 

“Gabriel, you really don't have to.” She smiled sheepishly. 

I peeped through the kitchen door to see her receiving some flowers from him. 

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. I wonder if this was her first time getting flowers from a man.” 

Just as I went back to continue what I was doing, a yell made me snap my head back to the door. 

“You will show me some respect, kiddo!” Gabriel shrieked. “You cannot just storm here and start behaving like a lunatic, behave, son!” 

Quickly, I turned off the cooker with a spoon still in my hand and headed for the living room. 

Just as I stepped my foot into the living room, my entire world came crashing down. 

Standing in the middle of the living room was none other than Jordan Brookes

THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING! 

I blinked countless times, unable to put myself together. He was still looking so calm like ever. 

With that same brooding expression I had fallen head over heels for.  The same guy I had watched yesterday fucking my bestfriend in one of our guest rooms upstairs. 

And now he was with my mother's newly found boyfriend? What the fuck is going on?! 

Watching him and his father having head-on arguments with each other. Both of them were too stubborn to back out, so my mother stepped in between them. 

Her hand spread wide, signaling me to behave as well. 

No, no, no. This cannot be. This isn't happening right now! Jordan cannot be my anonymous stepbrother. 

Jordan stepped forward slowly, his eyes not leaving mine. Now it was clear. 

This was the family problem he claimed to be having. But that doesn't give him the fucking right to lie to me and fuck my bestfriend at my birthday party. 

“Melissa?” He called out, his expression shifted from anger to confusion and then to disbelief.  

“You two know each other already?” My mom asked, a relief crossing her face. 

After all, this was what she wanted. So, it's not a surprise to see her happy that things were working according to her plan. 

“I was here last night for her birthday party. I just never knew she was your daughter,” Jordan stuttered, his hands trembling. 

He wanted to have a conversation with me, but away from this place. Like he wanted to plead…But I really cannot even think straight. 

Why the fuck would he even show up, seeing that this was the place where he was last night? This same house where he fucked with my bestfriend! 

“Well, she's my daughter. And that automatically makes you guys step-siblings from now on.” My mother concluded. 

The room went dead silent as none of us could even make up any more words. My face flushed so fast I felt like I had fire burned under my skin.

“Is something wrong?” My mother broke the silence, her eyes darting from me back to Jordan, who seemed so confused as I was. 

“Nope,” Jordan answered. His chest rising and falling. “I cannot do this, Father,” he muttered. 

My head spun so fast, I gently placed the spoon I was holding on the table. I leaned against it for support before my legs gave way. 

This is way too much for me to handle. I just cannot do this either! How can I be a stepsister to the guy who—

“Melissa, sweetheart—”

“Mom, please!” I snapped, my voice cracking. “This is enough for a day! You didn't even give a heads-up!” 

“She wasn't aware I was bringing my sons until late last night.” Gabriel defended blindly. “Please do not take it out on her.” 

“Sons?” I scoffed. That makes them two, according to my mother. 

Furiously, I lashed back at him. “Do not try to act like a hero here! When I'm talking to my mother, you do not get to interfere!” 

“And she's my woman, Melissa!” Gabriel flinched, “You will address me with respect!” 

“Then let's see how much of a hero you are after I hit your dick head son with this spoon in the head!” I picked up the spoon from the table, aiming for Jordan. 

“Melissa!” She snapped. “You have to stop speaking like that!” 

“Tell him to stop ordering me around!” I spilled before muttering the words “I can't believe you left my father for someone like him,” 

“Well, you can go back to the man that decided to sell us out as collateral for his debts, you ungrateful–” 

“Rose!” Gabriel reached out to my mother, restricting her from speaking further. 

I felt a bit dizzy after my mother's confession. Still trying to understand everything coming at me at once. My knees wobbled almost immediately. 

“My…” I stuttered, my words still wavering when the doorbell jingled, and my worst nightmare walked in with some bags in his hand. 

The famous hockey captain I had a one-night stand with. 

Worst case, he referred to Gabriel as his father. He hadn't yet met us when he faced Jordan and continued his speech. “This place looks like Melissa's—”

“Jason?”