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.

against the bitterness

a small smile as I pulled away from

contain some of the

a long time. There was no outing without them, at least, as long as there were

in mock solemnity. "Your secret is

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Her yellow floral dress stopped mid-thigh, the soft fabric hugging her figure just enough to remind me of what I lacked. My eyes trailed down

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

in front of a beauty judge, I was certain I'd only blend into

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

hot and unwelcome.

beautiful

the way he sometimes looked at me-like he wanted to devour every inch of

everything a man like him should want. Beauty.

thought aside, shoving it deep into the part

to ask

pointed to the chocolates I was stuffing absentmindedly into my bag. "Can

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one over, watching as she tore

a bite, her lips parting around the dark sweetness, letting out a quiet

curled