Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother novel Chapter 7

This woman had made it a point of duty to torment my life. If only she knew how much I hated having her around. I had barely spoken to her since she showed up at my office yesterday unannounced.

This whole marriage arrangement between my parents and hers would be the worst thing that’ll ever happen to her – not me, because I can never love her. No matter how hard she tried.

“Do we really have to go?” Her silky voice sounded from behind me. She walked toward me and placed her slender hands around my waist from behind, “I came to spend some quality time with you.”

“I never asked you to come, June,” I pulled her hands off me, “But since you are here, get dressed and let’s go. I have important matters to attend to in the pack.”

I locked my luggage and headed to my mirror, adjusting my hair.

She was quiet for a while before speaking again, “Okay. I’ll get to spend some time with your mum, too.”

Was that meant to console her? That’s her business.

From the corner of my eye, I saw something sitting carefully by the side of the table.

“What the fuck?” I muttered under my breath, picking up the bag and opening it. “How did this get here?”

“Oh. Kasmine gave them to me,” June said with a wide grin.

I froze as rage clouded my senses. “She what?”

June shrugged, that insipid smile still on her lips, oblivious to the ticking bomb in the room. “She said I could have them since I liked them. I thought it was sweet of her—”

My hand tightened around the bag, my knuckles white with the force of it. I barely registered June’s voice trailing off behind me as I stormed out of the room.

My thought was a haze of red. How dare she? Such casual disregard.

By the time I reached Kasmine’s door, I was seething. I didn’t bother knocking. Hell, I didn’t even hesitate. My anger gave me permission to breach every boundary.

I shoved the door open, the handle slamming against the wall. The sight that greeted me stopped me dead in my tracks.

She stood in the center of the room, tying a towel around herself—red, my favorite color. Her hair was damp, water dripping onto her shoulders, slowly sliding down her skin.

For a moment, everything else faded, leaving only the image of her standing there, looking so infuriatingly perfect it made my head spin.

“Kester!” she yelled as she clutched the towel tighter. “What the hell is wrong with you? You can’t just barge in here like that!”