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.

froze as rage clouded my senses.

shrugged, that insipid smile still on her lips, oblivious to the ticking bomb in the room. "She said I could have them since I liked them. I thought

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

a haze of red. How dare she?

didn't bother knocking. Hell, I didn't even hesitate. My

open, the handle slamming against the wall. The sight that greeted me stopped

stood in the center of the room, tying a towel around herself-red, my favorite color.

leaving only the image of her

the towel tighter. "What the hell is wrong with you? You can't just barge in here

her collarbone, disappearing into the curve of her towel.

growled, tossing the bag

for them, so I gave them to her." She replied

shrug off my anger like it was an annoyance pushed me to the edge. Kasmine grabbed a robe from her closet, slipping it over her shoulders in that nonchalant way of

had no use for them?" My voice was

to do with them, Kester? I'm not seeing anyone. I don't have

"You don't get to give

Prance around in lingerie for no one? You've

I warned, feeling my anger rise a little

know 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