Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

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

downstairs. I turned to leave, but something caught my attention.

of

it because of the slight darkness of the room, but...

like a portrait

Is that a portrait

Kester couldn't have a portrait of me naked

get a closer look,

something?" He asked, and I turned around immediately, chest heaving frantically. My gaze rested on him... My

his broad chest. His short dark hair fell over

me immediately, and I didn't need

pulse quickened even

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.

mouth went dry. My skin got so heated up that my blood boiled until I was left with nothing but

tomato-red with embarrassment. I didn't know he was in

stand this close to a naked man. Of course... I've never been allowed to keep a boyfriend. I was a total

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

am sorry, Kester..." I stuttered, my eyes stinging with tears of embarrassment. "I'll just..." The words didn't come out

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

whenever he called me the pet name he had carved out of my

end of my name didn't

didn't matter, that I was his sister,

three years, I felt rather disturbed than flattered whenever he called

It sounded... Personal?

broken. I was hoping you'd help me fix it." I

I cleared my throat, forcing my

He seemed not to know the storm raging inside

out my trembling hand,

it from me, examined it carefully, and walked 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