Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 167

Chapter 167

KESTER.

I closed the door as carefully as possible so as not to wake Kasmine up. She was still sound asleep, her body curled beneath the covers, lost in the kind of deep rest only I could give her. I wasn't about to disturb that.

We were supposed to go scuba diving today, but after last night, I wasn't sure she'd have the energy for it. Maybe we'd take the day off and stick to something easier-like the bonfire at the villa tonight. She'd love that.

For now, I had other things to deal with.

I strode to my room, my mind already shifting into work mode. A shower first-then emails. I knew there'd be a flood of them waiting for me, along with the hundreds of messages from my father that I'd purposely ignored yesterday.

I'd deal with him later.

The moment the hot water hit my skin, tension melted from my muscles. I let it run over me, closing my eyes for just a second longer than necessary, letting my mind drift. It had been a long time since I felt this-contentment.

Not peace. Not exactly. But something close. Something I only ever felt when Kasmine

was with me.

After my bath, I stepped out, letting the cool air hit my skin. I toweled off, applied lotion, and pulled on my usual-sweatpants and a black singlet, an easy go-to.

As I reached for my laptop, my gaze caught on the tattoo on my arm.

A slow smile stretched across my lips.

Mine.

Every time I looked at it, it reminded me of her-of what she meant to me, of how deeply she was etched into me. Even when she wasn't physically by my side, she was here.

Getting these tattoos was the best decision I'd made in a long time.

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moment, I stood by the window, soaking in the warmth of the morning sun. The air was fresh, the ocean breeze slipping through. The

opened

like that, the calm

Thirty-four emails.

My jaw tensed.

it with a flick of my thumb.

Forty-eight

voicemails.

What the fuck?

pack on fire? Had the

feathered in my jaw as I stared at my

at my emails first. They were all from the

Ryhs's name flashed at the top. My eyes skimmed through the message, irritation shifting into something

in as

don't know what the fuck

suppliers

Belinzo prioritizing Valor Lante's shipments, but now even our backup suppliers are pulling

They won't return my calls. Neither will Bexley Shipping. That's

for this week, has been rerouted. It was supposed to be ours. Instead, it's

go under. We're already bleeding money trying to keep this, and we'll

afloat. Another quarter

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operations.

a way to make Belinzo hurt for this. Tell me how

heart pick

Fuck!

more than he

my jaw tightening. They were

suppliers, not