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Chasing Our Stepsister

What do you do when the man from a one night stand turns out to be your stepbrother? Do you forget that incredible night or…do you commit the same sin again and again? For Jade Evans, caught amidst her mother's new marriage and the turmoil it brings, an alcohol-fueled encounter on the hills leads to a shocking revelation- the stranger she shared an unforgettable night with is none other than her soon-to-be stepbrother. But that's not it- the man she encounters on the wedding day isn't the one she spent that passionate night with. Instead, he's someone closely associated with him. Now that all three of them have to stay under the same roof, surely, nothing can go wrong...right? *** "Remember when you said you'd drink me all up?" I projected my thoughts into his mind, interrupting his stream of thoughts. His body seemed to freeze, his eyes snapping in my direction. "What? Surprised?" I casually brought a piece of toast to my mouth, taking a bite. His jaw clenched visibly, clearly rattled as he lowered the glass without taking a sip, unfastening the first few buttons of his black shirt. Fuck! I wanted to see him just as exposed as that night. As for Chase, he didn't spare me a word. "I've got to admit, Stepbrother," I chuckled inwardly, confident he could hear my thoughts, "You're quite skilled at playing the 'clueless' act. If I hadn't seen your face so clearly, I might've believed that you're not Chase-" "Devon, where's Chase, by the way?" Frank's voice abruptly interrupted, causing me to freeze in place, my eyes shooting towards him. Did he just say... Chase? No way. I must've misheard.

Liz Barnet · Urban
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103 Chs

CHAPTER 12 Rising Flames

  Jade

  I exhaled softly as Chase moved out of my sight, my senses still heightened and on edge.

  I wanted to calm down...but man...

  When he came into view- my soul damn near fled my body. I was utterly speechless, especially after the fucking mess I'd created earlier by mistakenly trying to seduce Devon, thinking it was Chase.

  Fuck. The words I used- I had made it glaringly obvious to Devon that Chase and I had a history even if it spanned for only a night, and now I worried about the potential exposure before everyone. To be honest, I didn't fear the outcomes that much, but I certainly didn't want it to happen either.

  Just because you don't fear it doesn't mean you want it to happen.

  Controlling myself was a challenge. I knew this man could practically see through me, every inch laid bare, still covered in his marks, aching for…him.