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?
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"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.

Chasing Our Stepsister

　　Both Breakfast and Lunch were painfully awkward. Devon's gaze bore into me, while Chase's eyes seemed to strip me bare with every passing moment. I had no fucking idea what the hell I was supposed to do. Yet, one thing was certain- none of this, not a damn part of it, should have intrigued me. But fuck, it did. All of it, did.


　　Somewhere deep inside, I knew-  Devon was right. What Chase and I were doing could fuck things up on a whole different level. Yet, the sensation of Chase's body pressed against mine was undeniably intoxicating; his touch felt like heaven. And to complicate matters further... Devon's touch had the same intensity. It had already left me with an unsettling hunger I couldn't shake off.


　　I didn't know where this hunger stemmed from but it was insatible.


CHAPTER 22 Desires On The Edge