Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother novel Chapter 45

KASMINE

Why the hell was I letting this get to me?

I had no right to feel this way–no right to feel… jealous. Offended. Hurt.

Gods, I was being so stupid.

I clenched my fists, pressing my nails into my palins, anything to ground myself before my emotions spiraled into something I couldn’t control. I wasn’t supposed to care. Not about Kester. Not about what or who he did behind closed doors.

And yet, the image of him of her was burned into my mind, playing in an endless, torturous loop.

I hadn’t seen Kester all day. Hell, he hadn’t even stepped out of his damn room this morning. He’d told the driver and his guards to take me to the office.

I never meant to knock on his door. I swear I didn’t.

But anger was a reckless thing. It had a way of moving my body before my mind could catch up. I was too angry, too shaken, too in need of something close to an explanation that I didn’t even know when my knuckles were rapping against the heavy wood of his door, pretending so fucking badly that I only wanted to check if we were leaving for the office together.

Lies.

But, to my utter dismay, June was the one who answered the door. She was in a different nightie from the one I had seen her in last night.

I didn’t need to be told what that meant.

Kester had ruined the other one. Torn it apart. Probably while he was deep inside her.

My stomach twisted violently, but I swallowed it down, forcing my expression into something indifferent. Unbothered. But all I could see was the image of her on her knees, her lips wrapped around his cock while he….

Stop.

I forced myself to breathe. Forced my lips into a polite, meaningless smile.

“Is Kester inside?” I asked, my voice perfectly even as if I wasn’t seconds away from breaking my own damm neck just to make the agony stop.

And what did she say? “Oh, Kasmine, Kester is a bit too tired this morning. He says you should go ahead of him.”

My heart almost stopped at her words. My knees nearly buckled. I barely held my balance, biting the inside of my cheek so hard I swore I tasted blood.

Too tired.

Too tired to even get out of bed?

Kester never missed work. Never. Not for anything. Not for anyone.

-But today?

Today, he was “too tired.”

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Because of her.

Because he’d spent the entire night fucking her senseless.

The bastard. The shameless bastardl

It was past 2 pm already, and he was still not here. Still probably fucking June. Asshole.

Yet He had the audacity to pretend with me, spin his pretty little lies, and act as if I meant something to him. Only a fool would take Kester’s words seriously. And maybe just maybe I was the biggest fool of all.

“Kasmine!”

Jake’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts, and for the first time, I hated that he was here.

Why didn’t he have a different office? Better yet, why did Kester even have to bring him to Zamford?

Couldn’t he just let me be?

“What?!” I snapped, harsher than I intended, and when he flinched, looking so damn innocent, a pang of guilt hit me square in the chest.

His voice was softer when he spoke again. “Is everything okay, babe? You look-”

“I’m fine, Jake,” I cut him off, forcing my voice into something controlled, something not reflective of the chaos inside me. “Sometimes I just need to be alone.”

He hesitated, and then, in that gentle, maddeningly considerate tone of his, he said, “I’m sorry. It’s just… it’s hard seeing you upset and not wanting to make you feel better.”

Oh, poor Jake.

I hated that he cared so much. Hated that he was standing here, looking at me like I was something precious, when all I could think about was Kester and the mess he’d made of my mind.

This was all Kester’s fault.

It’s his fault that I couldn’t keep myself together. His fault that my mood was all over the place. His fault that I couldn’t even look at Jake without feeling wrong.

I sighed. “I’m sorry, Jake.”

“It’s alright.” He gave me a small, reassuring smile before adding, “Sylvia asked you to bring the Jon Del Vanero files you were working on.”

And just like that, my mood plummeted again.

Sylvia.

That name was quickly becoming the bane of my existence. If I had the chance to avoid her for the rest of my time here, I’d gladly take it. But how could I when she always found a way to make my life miserable? When she always chose to make me work on things I should not even be working on?

Before I could respond, another unwelcome interruption arrived.

“Hey, bestie!”

Claire’s overly vibrant voice rang from the doorway, her head peeking in dramatically.

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. One disturbance was more than enough for the day, but Claire? She was a

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handful. And right now, I had neither the patience nor the mergy to fake a single dam

I’d rather face Sylvia than pretend to be in a good mood.

smile or laugh with her.

“Sylvia asked me to-“Claire started as she stepped inside, but I cut her off before she could finish.

“I know, I’m on it.”

The last name I wanted to hear right now.

Of course, Sylvia was one of his favorites. Who knows if he was also fucking her?

I didn’t bother responding. Didn’t spare her or Jake another glance.

By the time I reached the third floor, my chest was tight, and my breaths were shallow. I had intentionally used the stairs instead of the elevator just to punish myself a bit for letting Kester fool me.

She turned the moment she saw me, her eyes narrowing in immediate displeasure.

I barely had a second to prepare myself before I heard her voice, “Finally,” she drawled, folding her arms. “I was beginning to think you got lost on your way here. Do you always take this long to deliver something as simple as a file, Kasmine?”

It only took a few seconds before she clicked her tongue, her expression shifting from mere irritation to full- blown disgust.