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

downstairs. I turned to leave, but something

portrait of a

of it because of the slight

a portrait

a

a portrait of me naked in

to go forward to get a

asked, and I turned around immediately, chest heaving frantically. My gaze rested on him... My eyes snapped wide with terror at

droplets trickled down his broad chest. His short dark hair fell over the side of his face, stopping just above

and I didn't need to be told that he

quickened even

the verge of slipping out, pulling attention to his ripped abdomen and the

Goddess.

so heated up that my blood boiled until I was left with

with embarrassment. I didn't

never been allowed to keep a

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

embarrassment. "I'll just..." The words didn't come out as I gestured toward the door, about to leave, when

and I paused, "You need something?" He asked again; this time, his voice was

I'd blush and giggle whenever he called me the

he was pronouncing it all wrong as the 'Mine' at the end of my name didn't sound like the possessive pronoun 'Mine', which he had decided to

I was his sister, after all, and that I belonged

name for me. But for the past three years, I felt

It sounded... Personal?

I was hoping

forcing

not to know the storm raging inside me at

out my trembling hand, handing the remote to

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

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