Mate to my obsessive stepbrother novel - Chapter 234

Chapter 234 KASMINE. I hurried to the front door to get it. Finally, one normal person who isn't part of the whole drama in my life decided to pay me a visit. Claire. 14 It was a Friday morning, and instead of dragging ourselves to school like every other week, Claire and I had made other plans. Shopping. We were hunting for my birthday dress and maybe-if we had time-a dress for the engagement party tomorrow. Anything to take my mind off things.

Especially after watching the news clip I found on Instagram over and over again where June spoke about Kester and their love story. Repeating, again and again, that the deal her father made with him had nothing to do with their engagement. That Kester earned it. I could hear his voice behind every line. He had made her say those things. And desperate, infatuated June would gladly walk barefoot across thorns if it meant pleasing him. "Let me grab my phone-uhm, just sit.

I'll be right back," I told Claire after a quick hug. Her smile was soft and tired, but it was the first sign of peace I'd seen all week. I moved fast. I didn't want to bump into Kester. I didn't want to see him. I hadn't seen him since the night we fucked and let out steam, but I didn't need anyone to tell me that we were only able to let out half the steam. There was still a lot of friction between us.

"Okay, Claire, I'm ready-" I called out, hurrying down the stairs with my eyes glued to my phone. But when I looked up, I stopped cold. Claire and Kester were standing inches apart in the living room, staring at each other like they were locked in some silent, electric war. "Is everything okay?" I asked, and Kester replied even before Claire had the chance to do so . "Yes, Mine. Everything is fine." His voice was calm. His eyes were unreadable.

And then-just like that-he turned and disappeared up the stairs without another word. But Claire didn't move, She stood there like someone had just cracked something inside her Whatever little conversation they had must have gotten to her a lot because I could see the effort she was putting into hiding the. tears forming in her eyes. I had enough shit of my own to carry, and if Claire was bleeding inside, she'd have to stitch it up herself-for now.