Tasting Nora-Pleasing Her Stepbrother Mates

Tasting 336

336–He Wants A Kiss

Nora:

I watched his face, confusion swirling as I tried to decipher what he could possibly be asking from me.

“You heard me,” he muttered, bending down to pick up his phone. This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

“You want me to give you something?” I had to ask again since I didn’t understand what I had that he wanted now.

“Yes! “he replied confidently.

“I’m already giving you the mutants, and I’m about to entertain the audience from different packs by fighting one with my bare hands. What more could you want?” I was baffled by how greedy he had become. Everything he did seemed to come at the cost of some favor.

“That’s not what I want,” his voice turned sly as he glanced away, attempting to power on his phone again.

“Then what?” I raised my brow, still perplexed.

“If you want to hold your baby, you’ll have to-” He paused, slowly turning to face me, but his eyes showed the struggle of trying to say whatever was on his mind.

What could be so difficult for him to ask?

“What? Just say it,” I snapped, my voice rising with impatience.

“You’ll have to kiss me.”

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A kiss? What was he, eighteen?

“Huh?” I couldn’t find the words to ask anything else.

“I want you to willingly make out with me. It’s not much to ask for,” he continued, completely serious. “If I wanted to, I could have demanded sex, and with how desperate you are to see your baby, I could tell you’d do it. But I’m trying to be reasonable here, finding some mutual ground.”

Mutual ground? Asking someone for a kiss and then acting noble for not asking for sex in return was pathetic. I didn’t think Brody could sink any lower, but clearly, I was wrong. People around me had a tendency to drop to the lowest of the low when it came to getting what they wanted.

“Don’t look at me like that. You should be thankful I’ve always been on your side. And what did I get in return? A pregnant you? What was I supposed to get out of it? Be a father to some babies and then what? Who knows if you’d just ask me to let you go after they were born. I didn’t want to be someone’s doormat,” he rambled on, now answering the questions I’d asked him yesterday. This was his way of explaining his side.

So, basically, he didn’t want to help me because he wasn’t getting anything out of it.

Hence proving my point that he only wants to do good if it benefits him.

“So, it was always about what you want and not giving me an option,” I remember raising that concern before as well. So I wasn’t wrong.

“And yes, I told you I’d wait, but that was when I had hoped you’d fall for me. But with a baby in your arms, I don’t think you’d care about me anymore. You’d probably want to go back to your pack, convince your baby’s father to accept you and the child.” He was yapping, making me

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realize he was even more disgusting than I’d ever imagined.

It is indeed true that we can never know a person entirely until we live with them.

“So yeah, hate me or despise me, but I was angry. I loved you so much, but I wasn’t going to get you. I didn’t even mark you because I wanted to win your heart. I did so much for you and you didn’t think twice before deciding to not abort the baby,” he added, as if that was supposed to be some grand gesture. But the fact that he didn’t wait for me to fall for him, instead deciding everything himself, only showed he never respected my boundaries. He had just assumed I’d fall for him eventually, like I had no other choice.

“So, make your decision and let me know. The moment you’re ready to kiss me, I’ll bring your child to you,” he finished shamelessly, looking me in the eye like he had somehow justified himself.

“Hm and the prestigious alpha wants a kiss by blackmail?” I raised my brow as I questioned him.

He took a deep breath before nodding his head, “When it comes to you, everything is fair in love and

War.”

None of it made sense to me, but then he walked out of the room, leaving me with no real choice once again.

“Did you hear that asshole?” I asked Akira, who growled in

response.

“So, what are we going to do? I don’t want to put my mouth on his,” she was right. I hated him so much at that moment.

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