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

　　I pushed myself up from the chair, hoping to put some distance between us. But Devon, with his unnervingly smooth movements, kicked the chair away and closed the gap, his hand sliding around my waist as he pulled me against his solid frame. The heat radiating from him threatened to melt whatever resolve I had left, making me almost want to clench my thighs together in response.


　　I loathed how they could affect me like this.


　　"What do you think you're doing?" I demanded, my jaw clenched tightly in a futile attempt to mask the fact that his touch was sending electric shocks through my entire being.


　　"Touching my mate, I suppose," Devon murmured softly, his breath warm against my skin as he buried his face into the crook of my neck, inhaling my scent as if trying to memorize it.


　　"Perhaps your memory is a bit faulty, isn't it?" I forced a chuckle, desperately trying to maintain my composure. "I've rejected both of you, remember?"


CHAPTER 56 You Need To Be Worshiped