HER STEPSON

CHAPTER 1

REEVA

“AHH!” I screamed, jumping back as a figure suddenly appeared behind me.

He chuckled—deep and smooth. “And who might this beauty be?”

I spun around, clutching my chest. “Who the hell are you?”

He leaned against the wall like he owned it, one hand in his pocket, the other dragging a suitcase. His sleeves were rolled up, hair pulled into a messy bun, jawline sharp enough to cut. The tattoos peeking out from under his collar made my stomach ...