Chapter 6 I Don't Find Him Attractive.

Asher's POV

The silence was awkward as I walked Sophia to the guest room where she would be staying. She looked like she wanted to say something but eventually decided against it.

“Here's your room. If you need anything, mine is just around the corner.” I said with a smile and she turned to me, a look of worry on her face.

“How is Roman?” She asked softly and I stiffened. “I guess he still doesn't want to talk to me.”

Something must have happened between them. And I just knew it would be Roman's fault.

“Anyway, goodnight. Sweet dreams, Asher.” She whispered with a soft smile and walked in before I could ask her anything else.

I wondered what happened between them.

Making my way back to the room, Roman was sitting on the bed, a frown on his face. As soon as I slammed the door shut, he looked up at me, his gaze shifting into one of annoyance.

“Get out, I need to take a shower,” I said as I walked in, but he simply snorted, lying back on the bed.

“This is my room too, baby. You wanna take a shower? Why tell me? Am I supposed to applaud you?” He asked with raised brows, a smirk on his lips and I seethed with anger.

“Call me baby one more time and I'll wipe that smug smirk off your lips.” I threatened but he simply sneered, leaning back into the bed.

“I'd like to see you try… Baby.” He whispered and my hands clenched into fists as I glared at him.

“Fuck you, Roman.” I spat as I walked to the bathroom, anger seething through me. But he suddenly shot out of bed, standing in front of me as he blocked me from entering the bathroom.

“Wanna take a shower together?” He asked with a grin and I stepped back in shock. “You can fuck me that way.”

“I swear to God, I'm going to fucking kill you if you don't stop messing with me!” I yelled in anger, moving to punch him but he moved almost immediately.

I winced when I punched the door instead, shaking my hand in pain.

He laughed at my predicament, holding his stomach while I tried not to show I was in pain.

“Hurry up, stepbrother. I wanna take a bath too.” He snickered, slapping my butt and I jolted from the touch.

I couldn't do anything to him. He knew it and he was using it to his advantage.

“You go first. I'm not interested anymore.” I said with a fold of my hands and Roman chuckled softly as he approached me.

“Fine. Coward.” He said, taking off his shirt so that he was standing in front of me and I gulped.

It took a lot of courage not to look down at his chest and abs but I failed so miserably. He was so fucking toned that it almost made me jealous.

Maybe I should hit the gym more often. I had to prove that I was better than him.

“Stop staring, baby. I'm not interested in you. You're not my type either.” He whispered, a mocking smirk on his face as he brushed past me and walked into the bathroom.

“Who's staring? I'm not interested in you either! I hate you, you fucking asshole!” I yelled, slamming my leg on the door and I heard him snicker.

How would I cope with him for so long? I wanted to suffocate him in his sleep.

The moment I heard the shower go off, I pretended to be busy on my phone. The door opened and I forced myself to keep my attention glued to my phone.

He wasn't that interesting. He wasn't that handsome. He wasn't that—

“Your turn.” He spoke and I glanced at him, my jaw dropping to the ground as I took in his appearance.

He was wearing a towel around his waist but he was almost bare in front of me.

Water dripped down his skin like he was some kind of water god. He ran his hand through his hair, and I gulped, my eyes moving down to his chest, his abs and…

His fucking V-line was so—

“Take a picture. I think it'll last longer. But then only a pervert would take a picture of their naked stepbrother.” Roman's voice drew me out of my crazy thoughts as he shook his head, sending water all over me.

“You're insane if you think you're that attractive.” I hissed, my face burning at being caught red-handed and he chuckled.

I immediately moved off the bed and rushed to the bathroom but before I could close the door, he held the door back.

“I guess we're both insane. You find me attractive.” He whispered and I swallowed nervously as he tilted his head in a seductive manner.

I do not find him attractive. I do not find him attractive.

I started repeating that mantra in my head as I glared at him.

“In your dreams. Fuck off!” I spat, pushing the door harder until it finally slammed shut.

Resting my back against the door, I heard him chuckle while I tried to catch my breath. Why were assholes so fucking handsome?

“I do not find him attractive,” I whispered to myself and finally took off my clothes, stepping into the shower.

Memories of that night plagued my memories as I stood there for heaven knew how long. I finally turned the shower off and wrapped a towel around myself.

I was hot too. I wanted to draw the same reaction from him as he did. So I walked out of the bathroom, running my hand through my hair as I stretched, exposing my V-line as well.

But when I glanced at him, disappointment washed over me.

How the fuck did he fall asleep?

Letting out a disappointed sigh, I dried my hair, changed into my PJs, and then glanced at him again. He looked so peaceful as he slept in a white t-shirt and loose pants.

My eyes landed on the pillow beside him and I moved without thinking. I climbed onto the bed, grabbing the pillow and straddling him as stealthily as I could.

When he didn't move and simply continued to breathe softly, I raised the pillow, ready to suffocate him.

I didn't want to. I didn't even know why I was doing this.

Was I crazy?

I let out a sigh and was about to drop my hands when suddenly his eyes snapped open and I stiffened in shock.

“Trying to kill me already?”