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“This is my son Woo-bin,” Minho says. “Woo-bin, this is Angela and her daughter Winter.”
He extends his hand, his eyes none too warm. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
Hmm, my new stepbrother doesn’t seem as friendly as his dad. But maybe he’s just not a touchy-feely person. After Mama and I shake his hand, Minho wraps an arm around her waist and whispers into her ear, “I have to show you something upstairs.”
She giggles again. “We’ll be back in a few minutes, kids.”
“Or half an hour,” Minho says before taking her up the stairs.
They are so going to have sex. If they keep this up, I’m definitely going to have vomit in my mouth by the end of the night.
“Newlyweds, huh?” I attempt to grin at Woo-bin, but the guy is scowling at me.
“I lied earlier. It’s not a pleasure to meet you or your gold-digging mother.”
My jaw drops. What the hell? “Excuse me?”
He rubs his eyes. “I can’t believe my dad didn’t sign a prenup. Your mom’s going to divorce him in a month.”
My blood simmers. “Mama is not a gold-digger.”
He snorts. “Yeah, right.”
“They’re in love!”
“Maybe my dad is, but your mom is definitely in it for the money. Just so you know, I’m going to make it extremely difficult for her to get a damn penny after the divorce.”
I cross my arms over my chest. With more than a little disgust, I notice that the movement draws his eyes to my cleavage. I exhale, repeating in my head, I shouldn’t punch my stepbrother in the face, I shouldn’t punch my stepbrother in the face. “Don’t insult my mom.”
“I’m not insulting her. I’m merely telling the truth. She’s a gold-digging wh—”
I kick his shin before he can finish his sentence. He yelps, clutching his foot. “You’re an asshole,” I hiss. “Mama is one of the sweetest people in the world. Also, maybe you’re just paranoid about gold-diggers because no woman in her right mind would want to sleep with you if you weren’t rich.” Okay, not exactly true because he’s hot, but I want my words to sting.
“Oh, I assure you, there are plenty of reasons why women want to sleep with me.”
I roll my eyes. “Please.”
He takes a step toward me, invading my personal space. My mind can’t help registering his scent—mint and sandalwood. Worse, my body can’t help finding it appealing. “Do you want me to show you a reason?” he asks, his whisper warm on my cheek.
Wait, is my stepbrother coming on to me? “Not particularly.” I try backing away, but he places a hand on the small of my back, keeping me close.
“You’re not at all curious?”
“What is up with you? First, you call my mama a gold-digger. Now you’re…” I don’t know how to finish the sentence because I’m not at all sure what he’s doing.
“I’m going to kiss you.”
Before I can react, he cups the back of my head and puts his lips on mine. Involuntarily, I close my eyes, getting lost in his taste—mint and a hint of matcha—and returning his kiss. Damn, he’s a good kisser. So much better than my ex-boyfriend, whose breath always reeked of beer and who used his tongue like a plunger.
“Fuck,” he breathes once my lips leave his.
My eyes widen. Oh my God, I just made out with my stepbrother.
“I think I’m going to have to keep you,” he says.