Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 131

Chapter 131

KASMINE

I was equal parts disappointed and happy.

I opened it.

Jake:

"Hey, babe. Noticed something weird in my system. Same bug showed up on yours, too, two weeks ago, remember? I think it might've spread from Kester's since they are all in the same proximity. All three systems were on the same network recently, also. Mind if I check his, too? Might be safer that way."

I blinked at the message. Then blinked again, because... what?

First off, what the fuck was he doing at the office? It was past eight PM on a Saturday.

Me: "Jake, what are you doing at work? It's a Saturday night"

My thumb hovered over the screen as I added another message.

"Also... what do you mean by 'same proximity'?"

I pressed send and leaned against the marble sink counter, exhaling slowly.

The phone buzzed again.

Jake:

"I forgot my wallet in the office yesterday. Came to pick it up and decided to run a couple of quick checks on the system. My antivirus flagged something weird. I remembered your PC lagging earlier this week, so I did a little digging. I think the bug is on Kester's, too. Could've been transferred through our shared cloud drive or internal

server."

1 squinted. Cloud drive? Internal server? My brain wasn't processing the tech lingo. Not with the dull throbbing in my head and the sour taste still clinging to my tongue.

I typed slower this time.

Me:

if you think there's an issue on Kester's

too pale, and my lashes were slightly wilted. I

The phone buzzed again.

Jake:

help. This isn't about privacy-it's about security. The system's been acting off, and I figured should do the right thing

I hesitated

when came to systems and programs. He once sat

it didn't sit

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to argue Too emotionally drained

back to d******d something for him when he was out

I sighed.

Me:

"Fine. It's 'Kasmine$21""

dots bubble for a moment before they vanished. No reply yet.

Me:

deep, okay? Just fix whatever and log

needed right now was Kester calling me to ask

his shit. This wasn't

get through this

was ready to leave when the door flung open with an

1. me.

hand instinctively

It was him.

Kester.

stood in the doorway of the ladies' restroom like a man unbothered by rules, boundaries, or the stares of anyone who might have seen him

hand through it a hundred times. His jaw clenched tight, a muscle ticking beneath the shadow

breath hitch-wild,

was doing in here-or why

on me... One large palm at the side of my neck, the other cupping my cheek, fingers splayed against my jaw. His touch was fevered. The scent of his cologne-dark

noose.

eyes searched mine for barely a

then he