My Stepbrother Wants Me Chapter 2: You Are A Low Class Girl

Catherine’s POV

It was ti for dinner and when I got to the dining room, everyone was there except Julian.

The table stretched endlessly, lined with chairs that made it look more like a royal feast than a family dinner. I wondered if it would be just us eating there or if the staff would join us.

"Here, Catherine," Gabriel offered, pulling out a seat for . I nodded and sat in the chair imdiately. He had just saved from the stress of figuring out where to sit.

"Catherine," Richard called and I turned to him at once. "You seem uncomfortable. Loosen up, this place is your ho now."

I opened my mouth to speak but Julian cut off, stepping into the room.

"Ohh, wow, a proper family dinner tonight."

No one answered him and instead of staying quiet, he continued, directing his words at this ti.

"So, Catherine," he called, swirling his refilled glass lazily. "What’s it like moving into a house this big and expensive? Do you think you fit right in?"

"Julian," Richard snapped. "What questions are you asking her."

I set down my fork, looking at Julian. "It’s fine. I don’t mind answering him." My smile was sugar-sweet. "It’s beyond the life I’m used to. Happy with the response?"

The air between us was hot, it made my pulse kick but I held it in anyway. He wanted to cower, I could see it in the way his smirk stretched slowly, and I sure as hell wasn’t going to give him that.

Mom let out a light laugh to change the mood but Richard lightly hit the table at that sa ti.

"Okay, enough of the squabble," Richard’s clipped tone ca, as he smoothed his smile.

"We have a press conference tomorrow morning, so we must look presentable for the dia," he began to talk about his campaign, the actual reason why mom and I moved into his house today.

Mom nodded with eagerness. "Of course. I’ll make sure everything is put together."

"Good," he said, looking down at the table. "Julian, I expect you to be there and on ti this ti."

Julian didn’t look up. He twirled his fork slowly, his mouth tilting in sothing like a smirk. "Wouldn’t want to disappoint the voters."

Richard’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t answer. The silence that followed was thick and it made my stomach twist.

I picked at my food, trying to pretend I wasn’t sitting in the middle of sothing I didn’t understand.

After dinner, I went straight to my room. My phone still had no signal.

I pressed it against the glass, hoping for a bar, but nothing changed. I sighed and leaned back against the wall, the silence pressing against my ears. An hour later and I couldn’t stand it anymore.

I grabbed my hoodie and opened the door quietly. The house was darker now.

I walked down the hall, drawn by a sound, low music, barely there. It ca from the far end of the corridor, where the doors were darker and heavier.

Curiosity got the best of , so I followed it. The sound grew clearer, not from a speaker, but a piano.

Soone was softly playing slow and clean notes. I peeked around the corner and found Gabriel, who sat at a grand piano, his back was turned slightly, so he couldn’t see .

I hesitated before stepping closer, hoping that I wasn’t crossing any boundaries. "Wow. You can play the piano?" This was a rhetorical question by the way.

My voice startled him but when he looked up and saw , he smiled. "Oh, Catherine. Please forgive if I woke you up."

"You didn’t," I said, lowering my voice. "I just couldn’t sleep."

He laughed softly. "Yeah. It’s like that sotis. I couldn’t sleep either."

I walked closer. "It’s calming," I said, watching his hands.

"Want to try?" he asked suddenly.

I shook my head. "No way. I’d ruin it."

He leaned closer, with a faint grin tugging at his mouth. "You won’t. Sit."

I hesitated but he continued to push for it, so I sat beside him. He guided my hand to the keys, showing a few notes. "Here. Like this."

I pressed a key, and the soft sound rang into the air.

"That’s it," his lips spread into a full smile. "Not bad for your first try."

I smiled too, feeling lighter. "You’re a good teacher."

"You’ve got a good touch too, most people just bang on it."

"Hahaha. Maybe I should take lessons."

"You should. Besides, the perfect person for the job is right in front of you."

I was about to answer but yet again, I was interrupted by Julian, who appeared from nowhere. "Well, isn’t this sweet?"

My body stiffened and I turned to see him standing in the doorway, with one shoulder resting against the fra. There was no smile on his face.

His eyes flicked from to Gabriel and back. Gabriel sighed. "Julian, you are still up."

"Yeah," Julian said slowly, stepping closer. "How can I sleep when both of you are disturbing the house, playing love songs in the middle of the night?"

"Don’t act like I don’t usually do this," Gabriel flatly defended. "You’ve never complained."

Julian’s gaze slid to , sharp and knowing. "Now, I am."

His tone made sothing crawl under my skin.

I stood up, trying to add a voice for Gabriel, even if it annoyed because I knew Julian was only trying to be a douchebag. "Sorry if we bothered you, we didn’t an to."

He scoffed. "Not up to a day here and you are already being a nuisance. Well, what more is expected of a low-class girl like you?"

I clenched my jaw, furious at his remark. "Low class? Really? You enjoy being a jerk, don’t you?"

He stepped closer and smiled, leaving just close enough to rattle my nerves. "Only when soone makes it easy."

"Julian," Gabriel called his na in a warning tone. "What’s wrong with you?"

Julian ignored him, his eyes locked on . "You should be careful, princess. You are just the stepdaughter, don’t think you belong here."

I let out a laugh, only to piss him off, then I took a few steps and stopped right in front of him. "FYI, Julian, being the stepdaughter makes part of the family and that ans I belong."

His mouth twitched slightly. "Too much attitude, let’s see how long you are going to keep up with it."

I decided to not reply this ti and for a mont, no one moved. His eyes held mine long enough for my pulse to trip, then he turned around and walked away, the sound of his footsteps fading down the hall.

The silence that followed felt heavier than before.

Gabriel turned to , running a hand through his hair. "Sorry. He’s..."

"An ass?" I offered.

He smiled weakly. "Pretty much."