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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 65 You Can't Force Me

  Jade

  Resettling on the couch, he turned his intense gaze on me, causing me to feel uncomfortably self-conscious under his scrutiny. They always stared at me as if I were a piece of meat and they were hungry animals, starving for weeks.

  "So, where were we?" he inquired.

  "I'm not your mate. I rejected both of you," I stated firmly.

  "But neither of us accepted that rejection," Chase interjected, his footsteps echoing as he approached, holding out a glass before me. "Here. Take it."

  What made him think I'd be interested in whiskey at this hour of the night? There was seriously something wrong with him.

  "I don't want it."

  "After such a long, tiring day, you should give yourself a boost," Chase insisted, setting his own glass down and using his free hand to pinch my cheek. "Take it."

  "God!" I groaned, pulling away from his touch. "What the heck is wrong with you?"

  He chuckled at my reaction. "Take the drink, and then I'll explain."