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:

if you think there's an issue on Kester's

in the mirror. My skin looked too pale, and my lashes were slightly wilted. I didn't

The phone buzzed again.

Jake:

This isn't about privacy-it's about security. The system's been acting off, and I

hesitated.

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Jake to push. But he was the nosy type when it came hours debugging my laptop just because I said a file took

something about it

and programs. He once

I was too tired to

password. Kester had given it to me a couple of weeks back to download something

I sighed.

Me:

"Fine. It's Kasmine$21

three dots bubble for a moment before they

My thumb hovered again.

Me:

fix whatever and log out. I

needed right now was Kester calling

his shit. This wasn't

get through this night with my sanity

tucked the phone into my clutch and was

an urgency

around, hand instinctively flying to

It was him.

Kester.

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

like he'd run a frustrated hand through it a hundred times. His jaw clenched tight, a muscle ticking beneath the shadow of his stubble. His chest rose and

breath hitch-wild,

the hell he was doing in here-or why