Desire Sister Stepdaughter
CHAPTER 02 - I Hate It

"Freedom how do you want to feel? Do it with me because you are only mine, Azoya," Zayyan said, sounding slow but frightening to Azoya.

Increasingly unacceptable, Zayyan's treatment long ago made Azoya disturbed. The man even squeezed his body until the two were no longer spaced apart, the man's masculine scent penetrating his sense of smell.

Azoya is still trying not to panic and confronts Zayyan in his way. But tonight he was a little different and even dared to grip his chin with a little energy.

"The man's car stopped for more than ten minutes, tell me what you did before it went down? Hm?"

The trap question that made Azoya had to really think about answering it. It was confirmed that Zayyan had been in his room for a long time and had deliberately waited for him to come home and deliberately monitored from above.

Azoya's face suddenly turned pale as Zayyan pressed him to speak. In fact, there is absolutely no deviant thing that they do, but why is it that he is this scared to talk, thought Azoya.

"Say? Which part did he touch?" zayyan asked as she took off her grip on Azoya's chin.

Zayyan is very understanding of the character of men, however there is no such thing as really guarding. Yes, that was a fact he had known all his life. Zayyan's environment is indeed different from Azoya, and clearly the way the two view the world is very much different and can even be said to be contradictory.

"Nothing!! Mahen just drove me home, we had dinner at Aneth's birthday party but after that came home."

"Eat dinner?"

He was screeching, Azoya's answer sounded funny in his ear. The man traced his sister's face with his fingers, so soft that he gently patted her a few times, not a slap, but it was terrifying.

"Dine you said? What dinner is coming home this late, Zoya. You think I'm stupid, the brains of men in this world are the same." Zayyan pressed down on every sentence, all the men in Zayyan's eyes were indeed that bad and there was no good at all.

"He ate you maybe," Zayyan continued with a disappointed look at his sister, the man took a rough breath and then stepped back to make Azoya not that scared.

"What do you mean? I'm not a cheap woman, don't equate me with a woman you know," Azoya said, staring intently at Zayyan, who has been trying to hold back her emotions.

"Your mouth may say so, but what happened is not necessarily."

Very sick, Zayyan really considers her as a woman who has no standing and self-esteem. An annoyed Azoya chooses not to care and gets into bed without caring he has not yet cleaned himself up.

"Azoya."

"Zoya," called him a second time in a slightly softer voice.

"DORRY!!"

Already used the good way Azoya did not also hear the man scream until Azoya relented and now sits on the edge of the bed. His sister was never messing around, Azoya who was worried about the commotion in his room to the ears of others chose to give up even though his heart seemed to be slashed by Zayyan's words.

"Otherwise? Brother is not ashamed to scream so? In this house it is not just the two of us" chirped Azoya regretted because he really did not understand why Zayyan was so relaxed in acting.

"I don't care," she answered briefly with the same gaze as before.

Zayyan's anger has not been resolved because Mahen stopped so long in front of his house, now the man is again made to rise in blood when he realizes the necklace he gave to Zoya some time ago has been replaced with a different necklace.

"Where is my gift necklace?"

"I keep it, sister .. there's no way I'm wearing two necklaces at once" Azoya replied a little lying, the real reason being Mahen's asking.

"No, and all you can have around your neck is my necklace, Azoya."

Without a second thought, he did not care at all how it affected their relationship. Zayyan forced the necklace to break up and managed to make Azoya gap.

"Baby crazy huh? If Mahen knows what about me?" asked Azoya with eyes that are now condensing, things are not expected like this often he got from Zayyan which is arbitrary.

"I can buy you better and more expensive than this, no need to cry, Zoya."

Zayyan wiped away her sister's tears full of tenderness, her voice also sounded different and there was no longer any anger there. The man pulled the corner of his lips as Azoya looked up and looked into his eyes.

"Sleep, it's late" he said, then kissed Azoya's lips without cue as a good night, the woman pushed his sister's chest and only got a faint smile from Zayyan.

"Mama, I really hate him." Azoya clenched his palms and rubbed his lips rough many times, the intention of the heart immediately sleeping is now changed until the woman chose to take a bath because she felt as dirty as it was suddenly.

- To Be Continue -