Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 70

Chapter 72

I kept reading the notes over and over again, even when I willed myself to stop.

Kester's possessiveness needed a degree. His will to become a man he wasfi't...? It was impressive.

His obsession with doing things that he originally wouldn't do was as consuming as a wildfire in winter. And it was becoming dangerous.

Kester was never such a man. And I never envisaged him being such a man, even in his next life.

But this?

"Who are they from?" Jake asked, yanking me back to reality. His brows were pinched while his eyes scanned my face like he could see straight through me.

I inhaled sharply, pressing the note between my fingers like it might disappear if I held it tightly enough.

"Uhm..." I swallowed, forcing my expression to stay neutral. "I... I don't know, Jake. There's no name on it."

The lie slipped past my lips so smoothly that it frightened me..

He didn't say another word. He just leaned into his seat, his expression saying everything his mouth couldn't say

And, gods, I hated it.

I hated that made him feel this way just moments after making him feel appreciated.

The silence made my stomach twist. My fingers tightened around the luxurious arrangement of bouquet, which probably cost more than Jake made in two years from doing assignments for students in school.

I shoved it aside, my chair scraping against the floor as I moved closer to him.

"Jake," I murmured, reaching out and resting my hand on his arm. He didn't pull away, but he didn't lean into the touch either. "It doesn't matter." My voice was soft and careful. "Your rose is the one that made me happy."

He let out a small, breathy chuckle, but it didn't reach his eyes. "Kasmine, you don't have to-"

"I mean it," I interrupted. I slid my fingers down his forearm, squeezing gently. "I don't care about extravagant gifts. I care about thoughtfulness. And you, Jake... you always give me that."

He exhaled, finally meeting my gaze, and the stiffness in his shoulders loosened.

"I don't even know who they are from. Probably someone who doesn't have the guts to approach me in person." I said, "Can't you see why you are way better than them?"

He took in a deep breath, "But..."

"Shh... There are no buts. Trust me," I smiled at him, and he smiled back.

I looked into his sincere eyes and wondered when he planned on properly asking

me to be his girlfriend.

But one question remained unanswered...

If Jake asks me to be his girlfriend, will I accept his proposal? Will I have to

choose between a death wish for both of us and a taste of true love from Jake? Because I know Kester would never let us live if I ever dared to be Jake's girlfriend.

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The tension between us was starting to dissolve when my phone vibrated on the desk.

I almost ignored it.

Almost.

But then I saw the name flashing across the screen.

Kester.

breath caught, my pulse stuttering

thumb hovering over the screen. I didn't want to

knew what

answer, Kester would keep calling. I knew him well enough to be sure of

hard and forced myself to

"Hello?"

"Kasmine."

and filled with that quiet, infuriating arrogance

my chair, gripping the phone tighter. "I need to take this," I told Jake,

stepped into the hallway, I exhaled sharply,

what the hell

A beat of silence.

"I assume you got my

sent it to

laugh was quiet and utterly unbothered.

eyes shut. "And? Are you serious? Do you not give a damn about the kind of questions this could bring up?

it had no name from

knew what he was doing. He enjoyed it when I was on the edge and at his

1. to.

"Kester-"

The Amarante Spa in an

Iblinked. "What?"

"You heard me."

"Kester, I can't-"

"An hour, Kasmine."

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The line went dead.

KESTER.

keeping pace with the storm in my head. The heat in the car threatened to suffocate me. But

minutes late. And, fuck,

was becoming increasingly difficult to stay

moment I finally made her

her for a

I had no cure for... A hunger that refused to be satisfied, no matter how

as a

gut.

doing right now? Laughing, all smiles and teeth with Jake? Was that why she kept me waiting- because that pathetic bastard thought a single wilted rose was enough to impress

clutching

minute to stop by a real florist- the kind that didn't

I could picture it: Jake standing there, shoulders sinking, looking at

tracking app. It was a good thing she still had her necklace

was already on the move. She

Manageable. I'd survive.

wander to things it shouldn't. The images of

had begged. She had pleaded. Her hands

been patient. So

her feel every inch of it until

It served her right. But why did

until this day. Everyone

Very laughable.

therapist who needed

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sat across from me in her little chair,

to.

my

refused to listen, she had chipped it in that she

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