Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 15

Chapter 15

KASMINE.

I'd been looking everywhere for the new and only bikini I had bought last week. I only used them once, and I was sure I had kept them in my closet, but now I couldn't find them. I didn't come with the ones I had at home because Kester never liked them.

But last week, I told myself he could go fuck himself while I got myself a new pair. Although he hadn't seen it yet. Unless... No. He couldn't have found it. He wouldn't enter my room to search for and take my bikini without at least confronting me about it.

A swim would have surely gone a long way in calming the storming raging inside

me.

Jake and Claire have been unreachable all day. My life was miserable! I was literally losing it.

I was bored to death. Kester had instructed his men not to let me out of their sight. The entire house was well guarded. I couldn't even sneak out if I wanted to.

I jumped out of bed angrily to confront the guards for the fifth time today to let me out. They opted to walk with me even when I told them I was going for a walk.

"Fuck you, Kester!" I breathed as I slammed my door shot, marching toward the stairs when something caught my attention.

Kester's door was open.

Kester Hamilton's door was open!

That was a miracle, I must say. He never ever left his door open, especially after that night I walked in on him taking his bath. After that, he never let such a mistake occur ever again.

No one enters. Not even when he was still

had seen something to keep me

ambiance of the room, biting my lip

room, it felt like I'd entered another world. The air was thick with the scent of him-sandalwood and something darker, richer, uniquely Kester. The heavy, dark tones of the room matched

closed the door behind me, my pulse quickening at the thought of being in his forbidden space. It was pristine and organized, every item in its place. The bed was massive,

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commanding.

dimly lit and almost hidden by the shadows cast by the heavy curtains. There it was. The

he wasn't here. And the

the frame, its size and weight making it a bit cumbersome

breath caught in my

No.

was... It was a picture...

managed to hold on. The air left my lungs in a violent

and I forced myself to carry it to the bed, placing it gently on the dark sheets. My heart pounded

instantly-the photograph I'd taken two years ago. It was supposed to be private, something I'd done on a whim during a photo shoot with a female photographer. It was tasteful, artistic even. A nude that captured my body in a soft, flattering light, my arms crossed strategically

ensured absolute privacy during the shoot. I had stored the picture on my phone, hidden behind a secure password. No one else was supposed to see it. I'd never shared it. Never sent it

did

he have a picture of

Oh, Selene...