Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 4

KASMINE.

I decided to prepare breakfast for us to eat. It was a weekend, and Kester said

he'd be home all day. I thought it wise to prepare his favorite meal.

"Breakfast is served," I said with a grin when he came down the stairs.

He was casually dressed in a way I hadn't seen him in a long time. Whenever he visited home, he was always formally dressed, as expected, as the Alpha.

Seeing him in his grey sweatpants and black singlet made me remember those days when he still lived with us back at home.

He looked gorgeous, I must say.

His short, black hair was neatly combed with just a few careless strands falling just above the crease of his brows.

His lick-worthy Adam's apple bobbed when his pink lips curved into a small smile.

"Mine," He called, and I couldn't help the warmth that spread across my cheeks at the way he called me - so intentional, so personal.

"You know you'll have to stop calling me that soon, right?" I teased, knowing he hated to hear that.

A small frown appeared on his face, but it disappeared instantly, replaced by a scoff, "Why?" He asked, taking a seat.

"You'll be getting married soon. How do you think June would feel when you call me that?" I served our meal and sat down to eat, but I noticed his countenance had turned sour. "Is everything okay?" I asked.

He leaned back in his seat, slowly fondling with the fork in his hand while staring into nothing. His grip on the fork was tightened, and it got me... Worried.

if I had gone

had always had a history of anger. He's always had a little bit of a

him

his gaze toward me, "What's wrong?" My heart was already racing.

Let's eat." He said so calmly that it scared me. His countenance returned to normal as if

was tempted to insist on knowing what had just happened, but for the sake of peace

I attempted to trust him again, he just... Goes

me.

in the sitting room and watching a movie with him left me a bit uncomfortable. He didn't let me return to my room after breakfast. He insisted

as my thoughts

on his thighs, fondling and massaging them -

to have forgotten I was sitting right next to him. Sometimes, I wonder what goes on in his

shifted slightly on the couch, my legs still draped over his lap as he massaged my calves with firm, intentional motions. I wanted to be anywhere but here, trapped in this heated tension. Moreover, it was already 11:00 am. I had promised to call Jake and it was already time. He would be

Poor Jake.

to talk with him last night, and we spoke at length. I can't deny the feelings blossoming between us

the day he would officially ask me to be his girlfriend. I won't hesitate to say

back to the TV screen when the scene shifted — a couple locked in a slow, heated kiss. They were in a dimly lit bedroom, and I was certain

sweet thought about Jake came to a screeching halt. Heat rose to my cheeks, and

attention he paid

swallowed hard when the man ripped off the woman's dress, sweeping her

arms, and made

I couldn't watch such a scene

from Kester's lap, but his hand

to meet mine, his voice almost soothing but

That name again.