Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 228

Chapter 228

KASMINE.

I didn't want to be down here.

God, I really didn't.

Every fiber in me screamed to stay tucked away in the safety of my room, buried under the warmth of silence and solitude. But I threw that choice away the moment I glanced at my phone and saw his name lighting up my screen again.

Jaden.

I'd been ignoring his calls for days-pressing decline like a reflex, almost like breathing. He must've finally gotten the message because he stopped calling and started texting instead.

Persistent bastard.

And maybe whatever deity decided to touch him with a bit of remorse didn't quite finish the job because despite the fact that he was trying to apologize for how our first date went, he still had that sprinkle of arrogance like a perfume he refused to wash off.

It was... irritating.

And oddly entertaining.

timed, mildly amusing distraction in a world where everything else felt like it was rotting around me - because they made me laugh, even though his texts weren't the kind that made

unimpressed laugh you let slip when

Jaden:

been a bit of an ass. Maybe just a teaspoon.

promise not to interrogate you like you're applying to

"P.S. I wore something decent tonight. No cape. No crown. I promise.

I was moving on pretty well? At least, judging from the fact that things between us had turned this sour and he was finally getting

of repair, and even if they hadn't, this silence and distance

more than a means to an end tonight. A temporary distraction dressed in bad apologies and

more into

everything I wanted, I could settle for him. And I think I love now my boyfriend, wasn't he? And who

to calm waters. That had to count for something. So, being mated to him wouldn't come as

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like they were fast asleep or in a coma. They had to learn

was in two days, so the best I could do for myself would be to gradually take my mind off him and whatever these stupid feelings are that have vehemently

the wine too bitter, the food tasteless, Karina's presence disturbing-but nothing was as nauseating as watching June and Kester sit so close together like it was the most

wrapped around his made nausea rise to my throat, but I gulped it down with the glass of juice

I checked the time.

8:04 PM.