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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 24 A Dream Left Unfinished

  Jade

  A hand traced a slow path up my thigh, coaxing me from the depths of slumber. Even cocooned beneath the warmth of the duvet, my naked form trembled, reacting to the nocturnal intrusion. The touch felt achingly familiar, as did the scent that lingered in the air- I knew the scent, too well to forget.

  However, I didn't know that it didn't exactly belong to the person I'd thought until I opened my eyes.

  A gasp escaped as my drowsy gaze met the figure hovering over me- unexpectedly, it was Devon, not Chase.

  The room was bathed in a wash of moonlight seeping through the slight parting of the curtains, casting an ethereal glow upon him. Devon stood shirtless, his sculpted abs on display, his chiseled jawline catching the moon's shimmer, and his tousled hair framing his exquisite face- He was the angel I wanted to be the Devil.

  But why was he here, in this moment, and in my room?

  I opened my mouth to speak but he bet me to it.