I looked over as Wyatt sauntered in, clicking his tongue off the roof of his mouth. “Bad move, Foster Care. You should’ve listened to my…”
He stopped mid-stride and cocked a brow.
It took me a second to realize what he was staring at. I quickly snatched the blanket off my bed and wrapped it around myself. Just in time, too, because Wyatt wasn’t alone. Magnus and Devlin were right behind him.
“Too late, baby cakes.” Wyatt chuckled. “I already saw the goodies.”
He probably got quite the eyeful. My breasts were practically spilling out of the flimsy fabric.
“What the fuck do you mean, you saw the goodies?” Devlin’s voice boomed through the air. “Are you walking around here naked?”
“So what if I was?” I returned his scowl with one of my own. “This ismyroom.”
I was tempted to take a step back when Devlin’s cold glare locked on me. But I didn’t, because this was my room, and they had no right to barge in.
Magnus leaned his shoulder against the wall while eyeing me up. “She doesn’t have any goodies to show.”
I shouldn’t be insulted by that, but I was.
“Get out!” I ordered, and pointed at the door.
Not one of them responded or acted like they heard me at all. It was official. I hated my stepbrothers.
Magnus glared at Wyatt when he slapped him on the chest, then smiled at Devlin. I was assuming Devlin was the eldest of the three. He was certainly the biggest.
“You should see what she’s got on under there.”
This mother…
I tried again. This time glaring directly at Wyatt’s smug grin. “Get out of my room!”
Magnus shook his head. “Leave it to you to walk in on some girl wearing lingerie.”
“Oh no, it wasn’t lingerie. It was this white thing with tiny little straps.” Wyatt pinched his fingers together and ran them over his shoulders, drawing imaginary lines. “Dude, it’s so thin you can see her nipples.”
Devlin’s brow rose along with Magnus’s.
Did that mean they acknowledged my existence? Of course not. I mean, why would they do that? It wasn’t like they had barged intomypersonal space.
“How’d they look?” Magnus asked with a straight face.
Seriously?
“Nice and pink with pert little tips,” Wyatt explained, then added, “tasty,” with a lick of his lips.
Oh my god.
“Helloooo,” I called out.
Devlin charged forward and shoved Wyatt back. “We didn’t come up here to stare at her fucking tits.”
Were they deaf, or had I been granted the powers of invisibility?
“It’s not my fault she decided to wear the most revealing pyjamas ever made.”
I was gonna go with invisibility.
“Bullshit. Look at her.” Devlin waved his hand in my direction. “I doubt she owns a half decent dress.”
