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:

on Kester's PC, why not

at my reflection in the mirror. My skin looked too pale, and my lashes were slightly wilted. I didn't look like someone read for any kind

The phone buzzed again.

Jake:

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

hesitated.

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to push. But he was the nosy type when it came hours debugging my laptop

something about it didn't

and programs. He once sat through

too tired to argue. Too emotionally drained

just a password. Kester had given it to me a couple of weeks back to download something for him when he

I sighed.

Me:

"Fine. It's Kasmine$21

watched the three dots bubble for a moment before they vanished.

My thumb hovered again.

Me:

okay? Just fix whatever and

thing I needed right now was Kester calling me

his shit.

I could get through

clutch and

with an urgency that

spun around, hand instinctively flying

It was him.

Kester.

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

like he'd run a frustrated hand through it a hundred times. His jaw clenched tight, a muscle

hitch-wild,

in here-or why he looked like the