Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

I would never be able to survive in this house. Kester was no longer the big brother I used to know. He'd become cold and distant. His presence scared me.

I barely survived his presence in the kitchen earlier. The way he looked at me as if I was some kind of... I don't know... A prostitute?

I know he had warned me several times about wearing such clothes, but I was in his house, and there was no one else there. His guards were stationed outside the house and with the way Kester was, I knew they'd never dare enter into the house without his permission.

Maybe he should tell me if he also doesn't want me wearing them around his house. I'd just stick to wearing them right here in my room because these are the only kind of clothes I feel comfortable in whenever I am at home.

We barely exchanged pleasantries when he excused himself and went into his room. I wasn't wrong. His room was the one just beside mine.

I was ready to sleep, but the hotness of the room was becoming unbearable. I had thought I'd be able to ignore it, as the air conditioner wasn't on. The remote control was broken.

I didn't want anything that would make me face Kester tonight, but I guess I don't have a choice.

Adjusting my nightgown, which stopped mid-thigh, I grabbed the remote control and headed to his room.

I took in a shuddering sigh as I knocked gently on the door, but there was no response. I knocked again, but there was no response. I twisted the doorknob, and surprisingly, the door wasn't locked.

Could he be asleep? Well, he had to wake up and help me fix this. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to sleep.

When I entered his room, a small gasp left my lips as I closed the door behind me.

His room was large. His neatly arranged king-sized bed beckoned on me to have a feel, but I resisted the urge to lay on it.

The ambience of the room... Everything mirrored Kester's personality. It was beautiful. Although it was dark, all the bright lights were turned off except for two dim lights, which slightly illuminated the room.

Wait.

I almost got carried away, forgetting why I was there. The bed which I had just

admired was empty. Meaning he wasn't sleeping.

in a whisper but got

leave, but

portrait of

of it because of

like a

a

be. Kester couldn't have a portrait of me naked

a closer look,

asked, and I turned around immediately, chest heaving frantically. My gaze

droplets trickled down his broad chest. His short dark hair fell over the side

body wash hit me immediately, and I didn't need to be

quickened even

which hung loosely around his waist, was on the verge of slipping out, pulling attention to his ripped abdomen and the path leading down the V of his lower

Goddess.

dry. My skin got so heated up that my

I didn't know he was in

close to a naked man. Of course... I've never been allowed to keep a

space, and, yes, I had. Otherwise, I wouldn't be standing face-to-face with my half-naked

"I'll just..." The words didn't come out as

He asked again; this time, his voice was

ago, I'd blush and giggle whenever he called me the

end of my name didn't sound like the possessive

shrug and say it didn't matter, that I was his sister, after all, and that I belonged

name for me. But for the past three years,

It sounded... Personal?

Uhm. The AC remote is broken. I was

my throat, forcing my voice to

to know the storm

trembling hand, handing the

toward his closet, "You've been in your room all day. Why is that?" he asked casually, his back still turned on me as he pulled something out from the drawer in his closet. "Nothing. I've been uh... I've been getting prepared for my first day at work," I lied. He was quiet for a moment before he spoke again, "What kind of preparations?" "Nothing much. Just... Girly stuff,” I replied, peeping to see what he was doing.

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