Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 7

This woman had made it a point of duty to torment my life. If only she knew how much I hated having her around. I had barely spoken to her since she showed up at my office yesterday unannounced.

This whole marriage arrangement between my parents and hers would be the worst thing that'll ever happen to her - not me, because I can never love her. No matter how hard she tried.

"Do we really have to go?" Her silky voice sounded from behind me. She walked toward me and placed her slender hands around my waist from behind, "I came to spend some quality time with you."

"I never asked you to come, June," I pulled her hands off me, "But since you are here, get dressed and let's go. I have important matters to attend to in the pack."

I locked my luggage and headed to my mirror, adjusting my hair.

She was quiet for a while before speaking again, "Okay. I'll get to spend some time with your mum, too."

Was that meant to console her? That's her business.

From the corner of my eye, I saw something sitting carefully by the side of the table.

"What the fuck?" I muttered under my breath, picking up the bag and opening it. "How did this get here?"

"Oh. Kasmine gave them to me," June said with a wide grin.

rage clouded my

lips, oblivious to the ticking bomb in the room. "She said I could have them since I liked

force of it. I barely registered June's voice trailing off

a haze of red. How dare she? Such casual

I reached Kasmine's door, I was seething. I didn't bother knocking. Hell,

shoved the door open, the handle slamming against the wall. The

herself-red, my favorite color. Her hair was damp, water dripping onto her shoulders, slowly sliding down her

else faded, leaving only the image of her

the hell is wrong with you? You can't

gliding down her collarbone, disappearing into the curve of her towel. Heat

you give these to June?" I growled, tossing the bag onto her bed,

no use for them, so I gave them to her." She replied with an

me to the edge. Kasmine grabbed a robe from her closet, slipping

had no use for them?" My voice

raising an eyebrow. "Exactly. What else was I supposed to do with them, Kester? I'm

give out a

I supposed to do? Prance around in lingerie for no one? You've made

my anger rise a little

how suffocating it's been? I can't date or even talk to a guy without worrying you'll come storming in to scare him off! And for what? Because you like controlling me? Because you