Side Swiped By My Step Brother Read Online Free

That’s fine, his message reads. Wherever you’re most comfortable. Though I’m not going to go psycho on you, or try any funny business, unless, of course, that’s what you’d like. Be down there in five.
                  “Did he respond?” Megan asks.
                  “Yes. He says he won’t go psycho on me, unless I request it. That’s probably a sign to just call it a night and go home, right? I mean, he’s basically admitting that he could go psycho on me.”
                  Megan shakes her head. “Anyone could go psycho at any time.”
                  I nudge her with my elbow. “That’s so deep of you.”
                  “I’m just saying—if anything, it’s a sign that you’re in for a good time. Now, let’s go get at least one drink in you before he gets down here.”

 
    Chapter Three
     
    Jai
     
     
                  Fuck Los Angeles. I mean, seriously. I’ve been here a day and it’s already been one day too long. This whole thing is a disaster, so I guess it makes sense to have it happen in this disaster of a city, but the second the vows have been said, I am out of here and back to London.
                  Mum phones. I consider not answering, since I’m expecting a knock on the door at any moment, but I pick up because I’m sure she’s a bit frazzled, what with the big event happening in less than two weeks, despite her insistence that she doesn’t give a toss what my father does anymore.
                  “Are you enjoying yourself?” she asks. “You’re not missing much over here. It’s supposed to rain again.”
                  “No, I wouldn’t say enjoyment is the proper word to use. Though it’s not raining here; I think earlier today I was able to make out something resembling the sun through all the smog. I understand why you divorced him,” I say. “I don’t care who I was married to; if they were going to insist I live here, I’d be gone in a heartbeat.”
                  She laughs. “Oh, darling, living in Los Angeles was only a fraction of the reason your father and I got divorced. Though it is a wretched place, I agree with you wholeheartedly about that.”
                  “Not if you like plastic, I suppose.”
                  “Have you . . . have you met her yet?”
                  “I haven’t.”
                  “I do wonder what she’s like.”
                  “I’ll be sure to give you the full report. We’ve got to spend two weeks ‘getting to know each other’ so I’m sure I’ll have plenty to tell you. Should I go out and buy some ‘Hello my name is’ labels?”
                  “That might be a nice touch.”
                  “I mean, how long have they known each other? Five months? Five weeks? I don’t see what the rush is.”
                  Mum laughs. “I don’t know if it’s sad or ironic that this is the sort of conversation I’d expect to have with your father about you.”
                  “You’d never have this conversation with him about me because I’m never getting married. Don’t really see a need for it. It seems like a waste of time and a waste of money. For something that’s most likely not going to work out anyway.”
                  “Oh, darling. When did you become so jaded? You’re too young for that type of talk. And I do hope that some day you will revise your feelings on it—I’d like grandbabies some day. Emphasis on some day of course.”
                  I decide it’s better not to mention that my early childhood memories of my parents’ contentious relationship have all but cemented by decision to never get married. Why do that to someone? Why do that to yourself? Relationships can be messy and complicated enough as it is, getting