Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother novel Chapter 3

I would never be able to survive in this house. Kester was no longer the big brother I used to know. He’d become cold and distant. His presence scared me.

I barely survived his presence in the kitchen earlier. The way he looked at me as if I was some kind of… I don’t know… A prostitute?

I know he had warned me several times about wearing such clothes, but I was in his house, and there was no one else there. His guards were stationed outside the house and with the way Kester was, I knew they’d never dare enter into the house without his permission.

Maybe he should tell me if he also doesn’t want me wearing them around his house. I’d just stick to wearing them right here in my room because these are the only kind of clothes I feel comfortable in whenever I am at home.

We barely exchanged pleasantries when he excused himself and went into his room. I wasn’t wrong. His room was the one just beside mine.

I was ready to sleep, but the hotness of the room was becoming unbearable. I had thought I’d be able to ignore it, as the air conditioner wasn’t on. The remote control was broken.

I didn’t want anything that would make me face Kester tonight, but I guess I don’t have a choice.

Adjusting my nightgown, which stopped mid-thigh, I grabbed the remote control and headed to his room.

I took in a shuddering sigh as I knocked gently on the door, but there was no response. I knocked again, but there was no response. I twisted the doorknob, and surprisingly, the door wasn’t locked.

Could he be asleep? Well, he had to wake up and help me fix this. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be able to sleep.

When I entered his room, a small gasp left my lips as I closed the door behind me.

His room was large. His neatly arranged king-sized bed beckoned on me to have a feel, but I resisted the urge to lay on it.

The ambience of the room… Everything mirrored Kester’s personality. It was beautiful. Although it was dark, all the bright lights were turned off except for two dim lights, which slightly illuminated the room.

Wait.

I almost got carried away, forgetting why I was there. The bed which I had just admired was empty. Meaning he wasn’t sleeping.

“Kester?” I called in a whisper but got no response.

Perhaps he was downstairs. I turned to leave, but something caught my attention. It was a portrait.

A portrait of a naked woman.

I couldn’t get a good view of it because of the slight darkness of the room, but… It looked like a portrait of…

Wait. Is that a portrait of me?

No. It couldn’t be. Kester couldn’t have a portrait of me naked in his room.

Just as I was about to go forward to get a closer look, I heard the familiar, deep, baritone voice from behind.

“You need something?” He asked, and I turned around immediately, chest heaving frantically. My gaze rested on him… My eyes snapped wide with terror at the sight before me.

Water droplets trickled down his broad chest. His short dark hair fell over the side of his face, stopping just above his brows.

The faint hint of his body wash hit me immediately, and I didn’t need to be told that he had just come out of the bathroom.

My pulse quickened even more.

His white towel, which hung loosely around his waist, was on the verge of slipping out, pulling attention to his ripped abdomen and the path leading down the V of his lower region…

Goddess.

My mouth went dry. My skin got so heated up that my blood boiled until I was left with nothing but vapors.

I turned tomato-red with embarrassment. I didn’t know he was in the bathroom.

This would be the first time I’d ever stand this close to a naked man. Of course… I’ve never been allowed to keep a boyfriend. I was a total virgin. Didn’t know a thing about being around a man.

Years ago, I’d blush and giggle whenever he called me the pet name he had carved out of my name, ‘Mine.’

I’d playfully tell him he was pronouncing it all wrong as the ‘Mine’ at the end of my name didn’t sound like the possessive pronoun ‘Mine’, which he had decided to call me.

Mine became his pet name for me. But for the past three years, I felt rather disturbed than flattered whenever he called me that.