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

　　"You two are wicked," I murmured softly. Chase settled beside us, his fingers trailing lightly along my spine, mapping the curves of my body. His gaze sparkled with admiration, making me feel cherished- he was looking at me with awe, as if I were art and it made me feel something, something very special and new yet full of warmth and butterflies. But I've never been one for overt displays of affection; that's why I refrained from turning to him and seeking a kiss. There was another reason, too- kissing him would undoubtedly lead to more, a loss of control inevitable in their presence.


　　"Why's that?" Devon asked with a chuckle, "What did we do that made us look wicked to you, huh?" He cupped my face, his hands cupping my cheeks before he placed a kiss on the bridge of my nose, then my cheeks, and finally my lips.


CHAPTER 82 Wicked, Wild, Wonderful