Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

"Mum, please, you don't understand. I can't live with Kester. I don't want to," I pleaded with my mum, who paid little attention to me as she ordered the maids to make sure to pack everything I'd need for the next three months.

I had tried all I could to make the school post me to my place of choice but they said there was nothing they could do about it.

With his influence, Kester had made sure the school posted me to his company by all means.

Zamford Tech is three hours away from home, and my parents decided that it would be best to stay with Kester throughout my internship program since we only need to report to school once every week - on Fridays.

So, I had to stay at Kester's from Sundays to Thursdays. I had to endure him for that long. I hadn't even gotten over the fact that he killed someone because of me. It's been almost two weeks now, and we have never spoken about it after that night. Neither could I even muster the courage to tell anyone about it.

What happens to Jake? I can't call, text, or reach out to him without Kester knowing. And now, it would only get worse.

Although I had secretly gotten another phone, which I used in communicating with Jake but... What if Kester finds out?

"Mum?" I called softly, and my mom finally gave me her attention.

"Honey," She cooed, looking at me with tender love in her green eyes that mirrored mine, "You will visit us every weekend. Before you blink twice, your internship program will come to an end, and you'll return to your mother's warm embrace again!" She said with excitement.

She thinks this is about her? She doesn't listen. She never does.

It was Friday afternoon, and despite my pleas to leave on Sunday instead, my parents insisted I leave today so I could settle in properly before Monday.

Goddess! The universe was making my life miserable.

***

I was so nervous, and I didn't know why. I only visited Kester twice, and that's because he always comes home during the weekends. So, there was almost no need to go to visit him.

His house was huge, with just a few guards. He always mentioned that he didn't have a live-in maid. They all came in the morning, attended to their chores, and left immediately. So, I was all alone in the big house.

took my things upstairs to the room he

a room which I prayed earnestly not to be

but it was nothing compared to what

interior, everything screamed

tell him I had arrived, and he texted back. Although he was sad and disappointed about the distance between us, we promised to keep

certain he wouldn't always always be at home. He should have parties, go on business

and freshened up. I quickly slid into my casual shorts and crop

already past six in the evening, and I knew Kester would be home at any moment. I don't intend

quick 'hi' to him as curtsey demands since I just arrived at his house, but

Perfect.

could lay my

salver, I hurried to the refrigerator to get some juice when the door to the kitchen opened, revealing a certain tall, broad- shouldered, deep,

Kester.

had poured into

we locked gazes. My

my stepbrother to dreading him? We used to be so close, but right now, it seems we are nothing

I guess people grow up. People change. He had changed so much that I hardly

"Hi... Kester?"

***

KESTER'S POV.

I swear, I

resist the temptation of influencing her posting, but, typical

knew she'd be upset, but

with me for the next three months both thrilled and

I do

see it as me being overly intrusive in her personal life, but I don't fucking

That was

me, but it was okay. As long as she remains a good girl and does as I always say, we are

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