My Alpha Stepbrother's Dirty Secret novel Chapter 275

Chapter 3

Diana's pov

"Put on your clothes‚" he said. His voice was low and tight‚ like he was holding back a storm.

I looked up at him from the floor‚ my ankle throbbing. Tears stung my eyes. "I can't reach..."

He didn't meet my gaze. Instead‚ he scanned the room fast. His eyes landed on the gown draped over the chair by my mirror. He grabbed it quick and held it out‚ still facing away. "Cover up‚ please."

My hands shook as I took it from him. Our fingers brushed‚ and a spark shot through me. He turned his back right then‚ giving me space. I dropped the towel and slipped the gown on. The soft fabric fell over my bare skin‚ but I had no panties.

Nothing underneath.

My face burned hot. I was too ashamed to ask him to get me some. What if he thought I was doing this on purpose? The idea made my stomach twist‚ feeling so small and exposed.

"Are you done?" he asked‚ his back still to me.

"Yes‚ please‚" I said softly. My voice cracked a little.

He turned around then. His eyes flicked over me quick‚ then away. Without a word‚ he bent down and scooped me up in his arms‚ bridal style.

My heart slammed in my chest. His grip was firm‚ his body warm and solid against mine. It did something to me deep inside‚ a rush of heat that I tried to ignore.

No‚ no. This was Isaac.

I wrapped my arm around his neck to hold on‚ but I looked away from his face. God‚ he was beautiful. His features were ripped and strong‚ like a statue from those old stories about gods. Dark hair‚ piercing eyes‚ that jawline that could cut glass.

And his body‚ muscles everywhere‚ from his broad shoulders to his arms holding me up. He was ripped‚ like he spent hours in the gym. I wondered sometimes why he picked medicine. He could have done anything‚ he was fit for it. But here he was...

The moment he walked down the hall‚ my gown started to ride up‚ showing more of my thigh. My hands were too busy clinging to his neck that I couldn't pull it down. Panic rose in my chest knowing fully well I had nothing on underneath.

He kept walking‚ his eyes fixed straight ahead‚ yet the gown kept going up‚ teasing higher. I was so aware of it‚ my heart pounding. Why couldn't I just speak up? Tell him? Embarrassment glued my lips shut.

He carried me down the stairs‚ careful not to hurt my leg. Pain shot through me‚ but being this close to him filled my head. I wanted to lean in‚ but I held back. This was torture‚ feeling so helpless and drawn to him at the same time.

When we got to his car‚ he opened the passenger door and lowered me in gently. The second my legs hit the seat‚ the gown hiked way up. Almost to my hips‚ bare skin on full display.

I froze‚ horror washing over me. His eyes dropped there‚ stared at my thigh. I saw his Adam's apple bob again‚ his jaw clench tight. His hand gripped the door so hard the veins stood out.

Time stopped.

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