Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 160

Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 160

KASMINE.

"Oh, heavenly goddess! Kasmine!" June's voice rang with relief as she threw her arms. around me, squeezing the air from my lungs. "I'm so sorry you had to go through all that."

I let her warmth settle over me, trying not to think too much about where she had been last night. But I felt better to see her looking lively today. She was happy, and I found myself wondering what they had done the previous night. She hadn't slept in her own designated room.

Yeah, I know how that sounds. Like I'd spent the night stalking her, right?

Well... I kinda did. Not in a creepy way, though. Just... checking. Checking if she had returned after going to "talk" to Kester.

I didn't make the mistake of sneaking to Kester's door. He'd sniff me and come running into

my

arms like a lost puppy. I didn't want that. I wanted the night to be all about June. But... Had they only talked? Slept quietly? Or....

No. I couldn't think about that.

It shouldn't be my concern if they fucked. They were meant to get married soon. They'd be doing that often. That was what couples did. And soon, it would be normal for them- so normal it wouldn't even be a thought to worry about.

swallowed against the bitterness rising

as I pulled away from the hug. "But Mum must never know about this. She'd freak

had some space in it to contain some of the chocolates Jake had given me the day

had in a long time. There was no outing without them, at least, as long as

hand to her heart in mock solemnity. "Your secret is safe with

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mid-thigh, the soft fabric hugging her figure just enough to remind me of what I lacked. My eyes trailed down to her long, impossibly smooth legs, and I wished-just for a second-that mine had the

stunning. The kind of woman men turned to look at twice, just to make sure

I were to ever stand with her in front of a beauty judge, I was certain I'd only blend into

into a high ponytail, left just enough loose curls to frame her delicate face. And as I took her in, an old,

hot and unwelcome.

was beautiful to a

he sometimes looked at me-like he

man like him should

thought aside, shoving it

than to ask questions

stuffing absentmindedly into my bag. "Can

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watching as she tore it open with a soft, eager

around the dark sweetness, letting out a quiet moan.

curled down