Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother novel Chapter 160

Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 160

KASMINE.

“Oh, heavenly goddess! Kasmine!” June’s voice rang with relief as she threw her arms. around me, squeezing the air from my lungs. “I’m so sorry you had to go through all that.”

I let her warmth settle over me, trying not to think too much about where she had been last night. But I felt better to see her looking lively today. She was happy, and I found myself wondering what they had done the previous night. She hadn’t slept in her own designated room.

Yeah, I know how that sounds. Like I’d spent the night stalking her, right?

Well… I kinda did. Not in a creepy way, though. Just… checking. Checking if she had returned after going to “talk” to Kester.

I didn’t make the mistake of sneaking to Kester’s door. He’d sniff me and come running into

my

arms like a lost puppy. I didn’t want that. I wanted the night to be all about June.

But… Had they only talked? Slept quietly? Or….

No. I couldn’t think about that.

It shouldn’t be my concern if they fucked. They were meant to get married soon. They’d be doing that often. That was what couples did. And soon, it would be normal for them- so normal it wouldn’t even be a thought to worry about.

I swallowed against the bitterness rising in my throat.

“It’s fine, June,” I said, forcing a small smile as I pulled away from the hug. “But Mum must never know about this. She’d freak out.”

My mini duffle bag still had some space in it to contain some of the chocolates Jake had given me the day before I traveled.

They were kind of the best I’d had in a long time. There was no outing without them, at least, as long as there were still some left.

She pressed a hand to her heart in mock solemnity. “Your secret is safe with me, darling,”

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Chapter 160

she said, perching at the edge of my bed. She was already fully dressed and ready to rock the day. Her yellow floral dress stopped mid–thigh, the soft fabric hugging her figure just enough to remind me of what I lacked. My eyes trailed down to her long, impossibly smooth legs, and I wished–just for a second–that mine had the same effortless elegance.

She was stunning. The kind of woman men turned to look at twice, just to make sure they hadn’t dreamed her up.

If I were to ever stand with her in front of a beauty judge, I was certain I’d only blend into the wallpapers of the courtroom. that’s if courtrooms ever had any.