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.

seen something to keep me

the door open and took in the whole ambiance of the room, biting my lip as a wave of

the scent of him-sandalwood and something darker,

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, with dark sheets neatly

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commanding.

of the room, dimly lit and almost hidden by the shadows cast by the heavy curtains. There it

now, he wasn't here. And

slowly approached 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 outline of a figure

caught in my

No.

It was a picture...

back, almost dropping it in shock, but my trembling hands managed to hold on. The air left

to the bed, placing it gently on the dark sheets. My heart

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 to conceal the most intimate parts of me. I had

hidden behind a secure password. No one else was supposed to see it. I'd never shared it. Never sent it to anyone. No one knew about

the hell did Kester

does he have a

Oh, Selene...