All Chapters of Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

KESTER.I had totally forgotten about the arrangement I had with my father about picking June up and bringing her to my house.I was already prepared to leave the office when his call came in, reminding me about it.No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't escape bringing her here for a whole week.After a hot shower, I stepped into my room, feeling the lingering tension in my muscles ease. June lay sprawled on my bed in a red nightie that was clearly designed to be enticing, but it wasn't—not to me.She was busy with her laptop, fingers clacking away on the keyboard, her attention consumed, and I couldn't be more grateful for that. She looked really busy.She was here, but her presence was nothing more than background noise.I hadn't seen Kasmine all evening, but I wasn't in a rush. The night was still young, and I had plans to spend most of it in her room."Her presence is an eyesore to me, Kes," Zeth said from the back of my mind, clearing simmering with rage. "It's a good thing she

KASMINE.When I decided to play this game with Kester, I thought I knew what I was getting into. I thought I could handle the darkness that lived behind those smoldering eyes, the control that seemed to seep from his very pores. But I was wrong. Nothing, not even my worst nightmares, could have prepared me for this.Tears couldn't stop falling as I stepped back, one step at a time. I needed to put enough distance between me and this monster here.I couldn't look away from the phone screen. My stomach twisted painfully at the sight displayed there.I saw Jake in his room.He was sitting at his desk, his sweet, innocent smile lighting up his face as he worked diligently on the project this monster had given him earlier. A project, I realized now, designed to keep him distracted.Kester had crafted this game to perfection. He had made it a point of duty to wear Jake out in and out of the office. In the office, he made sure to keep Jake so busy that Jake would hardly ever have the time to

KESTER.I meant every word I just told her. The earlier Claire stopped bothering me, the better for Kasmine. Otherwise, I'd punish her if that would make her set boundaries between me and her pestering friend.I pushed through my bedroom door, my anger radiating off me like a storm, spilling into the air like smoke. The shift in the atmosphere was instant, thickening with my mood, and unfortunately, June took notice."Kester..." She was on her feet in an instant, crossing the room toward me. "I waited up all night for you."And?All I saw in her was a stubborn child, desperate for attention.Why was she telling me that? Does it look like I care? Didn't I tell her to go to sleep?Her blonde hair was styled to perfection—sleek, shining, not a strand out of place. So, she really hadn't slept. The thought annoyed me more than it should have. What was she expecting? A reward?I ignored her, stripping off my watch and tossing it onto the dresser before heading straight for the closet. I ba

KASMINE.The universe had already cursed me for my sins—I was sure of it. How else could I explain this torment? This unbearable, all-consuming need with no relief in sight?I couldn't concentrate on anything. Not the pile of work in front of me, not even Jake's constant questions about how best we could communicate now that I no longer have a secret phone.I had ignored him. But a part of me felt terribly bad about it. He deserved an answer. He deserved my attention. But I barely had the presence of mind to spare him more than a few nods. Guilt clawed at the edges of my thoughts, but it wasn't strong enough to override the fire burning beneath my skin.I needed a release. Desperately.My body was on high alert, and the slightest hint of contact with a man made my body tense, my core tightening with anticipation that had nowhere to go. The simplest things—watching a man roll up his sleeves, hearing the deep timbre of a voice—sent sharp jolts of arousal straight to my center. It was un

KESTER.She stood there, her wide, curious eyes scanning the lavish space as if trying to piece together the reason she was there. I dismissed the escort with a subtle flick of my fingers, my attention solely on her now."Mine?" I called, pushing myself up from the plush seat.Her curiosity tugged at something deep inside me, an unfamiliar warmth blooming in my chest. I liked seeing her like this—intrigued, a little cautious, but drawn in. It made me want to do more for her, give her more, just to see that spark again.She didn't necessarily 'need' any of these. She had them in abundance. Her life was already filled with luxury. But I'd learned that it wasn't about the things themselves—it was about the gesture, about experiencing something together, about watching her smile because she knew this wasn't just about material things. This was about her."What are we doing here?" She asked curiously."Shopping," I said simply, moving toward her, closing the distance between us. I stopped