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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 35 Moments Together

  Chase

  Well...

  It turned out that Jade had embarked on a mission to drink her way back home, and she executed it with remarkable success.

  By now, she was thoroughly drunk, her laughter echoing through the night air like wind chimes in a storm. Every now and then, she'd direct her colorful curses toward Devon, her words slurring. In fleeting moments, her fingertips traced the contours of my cheek and jaw, whispering desires that sent shivers down my spine, making it increasingly difficult to focus on the road ahead and keep my sanity intact- she' d made it very clear that she wanted me to fuck her again and not stop.

  She was really something...

  There was an otherworldly quality about her- an intoxicating blend of innocence and allure. She possessed a magnetic pull that threatened to draw me into her orbit completely. And therein lay my growing apprehension.

  This wasn't part of the plan, not from the very beginning.

  I never wanted to lose myself in her.