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.

like his sacred sanctuary. No one enters. Not

I had seen something to keep

whole ambiance of the room, biting my lip as a wave

I'd entered another world. The air was thick with the scent of him-sandalwood and something darker, richer, uniquely Kester. The

space. It was pristine and organized,

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commanding.

hidden by the shadows cast by the heavy curtains. There it was. The large picture

wasn't here. And the frame was still

the corner. My fingers trembled slightly as I reached for the frame, its size and weight making it a bit cumbersome to pull out. The closer I got, the clearer the image became, and the faint

breath caught in my

No.

It was a picture...

to hold on. The air left my lungs in a violent rush as my knees threatened to give

bed, placing it gently on the dark sheets. My heart pounded as I sat

photographer. It was tasteful, artistic even. A nude that captured my body

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 to

the hell did Kester have

does he have a picture of my naked

Oh, Selene...