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:

on Kester's

My skin looked too pale, and my lashes were slightly wilted. I didn't look like

The phone buzzed again.

Jake:

to help. This isn't about privacy-it's about security.

I hesitated

But he was the nosy type when came to systems and programs. He once sat through three straight hours debugging my laptop just because I sale a file took

about it didn't sit

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I was too tired to argue

weeks back to d******d something for him when he

I sighed.

Me:

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

the three dots bubble for a moment before they vanished. No reply yet. My thumb

Me:

Just fix whatever and log

thing I needed right

in his shit.

wish I could get through this night with my

phone into my clutch and was ready to leave

1. me.

hand instinctively

It was him.

Kester.

the ladies' restroom like a man unbothered by rules, boundaries, or the stares of anyone

run a frustrated hand through it a hundred times. His jaw clenched tight, a muscle ticking beneath the shadow of his stubble.

his eyes made my breath hitch-wild, glassy, blazing

he was doing in here-or why he looked like the world was

then his hands were on me... One large palm at the side of my neck, the other cupping my cheek, fingers splayed against

noose.

mine for

then he kissed