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

　　Yes! No matter how hard I tried to drift off into the oblivion of dreams, sleep fucking eluded me like a fleeting shadow. Instead, I found myself wrestling with the tangled sheets of my bed, my mind a maelstrom of unresolved emotions.


　　In the haste to depart for Jennifer's house, the twins hadn't spared me a single task to occupy my restless hands. It was almost as if, unwittingly, they were conspiring to complicate my life further. With no distractions at hand, even the idea of losing myself in the pages of a book seemed futile; my thoughts were too turbulent to focus on anything but the chaos within.


　　So, there I lay, tossing and turning like a ship caught in a tempest.


CHAPTER 59 Will You Let Us?