Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 239

Chapter 239

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."

I 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:

an issue on Kester's PC, why

in the mirror. My skin looked too pale, and

The phone buzzed again.

Jake:

This isn't about privacy-it's about security. The system's

hesitated.

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wasn't like Jake to push. But he was the nosy type when it

something about it didn't sit

and programs. He once sat through

too tired to

to me a couple of weeks back to download something for him when he was. out of the office. It wasn't a secret.

I sighed.

Me:

"Fine. It's Kasmine$21

watched the three dots bubble for a moment before they

My thumb hovered again.

Me:

dig too deep, okay? Just fix whatever and log out. I don't

The last thing I needed right now was Kester calling

in his shit.

could get through this night with

phone into my clutch and was ready to leave when the

urgency that

hand instinctively

It was him.

Kester.

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

run a frustrated hand through it a hundred times. His jaw clenched tight, a muscle ticking beneath

his eyes made my breath hitch-wild, glassy, blazing with something unfiltered

the hell he was doing in here-or why he looked like the world was crumbling around him-he stormed