I let the silence settle between us while I let her sit in it.
Her breathing hitched, and I saw tears gathering in her beautiful green eyes.
Fuck. She was crying for another man.
Another. Fucking. Man.
What exactly do I do with this girl and her attachment to them? Why does she keep testing me?
“Tell me you didn’t have anything to do with this, Kester. Please.” She whispered, desperate for me to deny it. One tear slipped down her cheek. A single drop, but it felt like I was bleeding from the heart. I hated it when she cried. I wish I could kill that fucking Elliot ten more times for being the reason Mine cried.
I exhaled and stood up, casually walking to the closet to get something to wear. “You know who I am, Kasmine. Don’t ask me to lie to you.”
“What?” She breathed out in a shaky whisper, covering her mouth to suppress the whimper that had already escaped her throat. “How could you? Why?” Her voice broke.
“Because he touched what’s mine.” I paused and said over my shoulder. I already had enough I was handling. Women’s drama wasn’t one I’d like to add to my plate right now.
“He was just an innocent young man,” she choked out, trying to rationalize it, trying to make me feel something I didn’t. “He was here on a business trip to meet-“
“I don’t fucking care, Kasmine!” I snapped at her, turning to face her. “And if another man fucking touches you like that again, I’ll do more than kill him silently and let his body be found on a plane.”
I slowly approached her while she took desperate steps backward with her eyes still glued on me. “I’ll cut off his hands and deliver them to you in a bouquet while I’d serve his head on a platter for you.”
“Kester…”
“The lives of a lot of people are in your hands, baby. You’ll decide who lives and who dies. And you know how.” I added, my body ghosting over her small one, and she looked like I could break her just with the snap of my fingers. She was so fragile that it made my cock ache always
“You’re a monster,” she whispered.
A slow smile stretched my lips at the compliment.
Finally, she understood.
“You’ve always known this since childhood, little sister. I’ve always been a monster for you.” My fingers brushed the side of her face softly, but she flinched and pulled away… I caught her chin before she could go too far, forcing her to look at me. “You wouldn’t want to do that, baby. Don’t ever pull away from me,” I said with a smile, but funny how I meant every word I said.
Her scent calmed the raging storm that was threatening to swallow me whole moments ago. There was something about her-something only she had, something that settled in my blood like an addiction.
And that’s why I couldn’t imagine a life without her.
Because without her-
There would be nothing left of me.
A knock on the front door broke the heavy silence between us, and we both stared at each other with one question on our minds…
Who the fuck was that?
“Are you expecting anyone?” Kasmine asked after a pause, wiping her eyes.
“This is Maldives, Kasmine. I don’t have acquaintances,” I replied, pulling away from her and putting on the shirt and shorts I had pulled out of the closet.
While I headed out of the room to see who it was at the door, I saw Kasmine going toward the closet, but I did not pay attention to her.
As I ascended the stairs, I heard her footsteps behind me, more hurried than mine, but I still didn’t pay attention to her. She was obviously also coming to see who was at the door. Or, so I thought, until I heard her walk into the kitchen instead.
When I reached the door, I pulled it open. The world tilted on its axis enough to remind me that gravity was still a bitch. But not so much of a bitch as the one standing right before me like a bad investment I had written off, burned, and buried, only to find the ashes sitting pretty on my doorstep.
June.
Fucking June.
KESTER.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” The disgust in my voice was thick enough to cut through steel. My grip on the door tightened as 1 stared at her-the absolute last person I wanted to see.
June had the audacity to smile, tilting her head like I’d just asked her to move in. “I’m happy to see you too, Kester,” she teased, then reached down to grab her suitcase stepping forward like she belonged here.
I blocked the entrance. “How the fuck did you get this address?” My tone was colder than the ocean breeze.
June rolled her eyes, all mock innocence. “Your father gave it to me. He also gave me the go-ahead, actually. Thought you might need some… company.” She exhaled, “What’s the big idea? It’s just you and your sister. Another presence – your soon-to-be wife won’t kill.”
My jaw clenched. That old man was pressing too many fucking buttons, and at this rate, he wouldn’t live long enough to keep doing it.
June, oblivious-or maybe just too smug to care-shrugged past me and into the living room, spinning slowly as she took it all in. “Wow,” she breathed, her fingers trailing over the edge of a sleek glass table. “This place is magnificent. I love it, Kester.”
I stared at her with nothing but contempt. “Yeah? Shame it doesn’t love you back.”
She smirked, unbothered, before dropping onto the couch like she owned the damn thing. “By the way,” she continued, crossing one leg over the other, “your father told me about the Belinzo & Valor Lante collaboration. He said you needed help… and comfort.” Her grin widened. “So, here I am-ready to give you both.” She said with utmost delight.
***
After exchanging numerous emails with my father, it was confirmed that June was staying for the remaining days of our vacation.
In his words: “She was just a necessary inconvenience.”
That manipulating bastard of a father.
I was tempted to walk over to June and rip out her heart with my bare hands. She was a fucking parasite, leeching off my patience and pushing herself into my space.
I dialed Norlan’s line, and it rang. Thankfully, the fucker answered the phone. He wasn’t fucking a random girl at the moment. Shocking.
“I thought you’d be balls deep in a random girl. Didn’t expect you to answer the call,” I said, leaning against the balcony railing, the cool breeze doing little to settle my irritation.
“And I expected you to be drowning in pleasure by now,” Norlan shot back. “Two women with you over there? Come on, Kes, what are you doing?”
“Trying not to kill one of them.” My voice was ice.
He chuckled, “Kester…”
“Fuck. I want to end this, Norlan. I don’t want to kill her. She’s already pushing me to the brink,” I said, an didn’t need me to say who I was talking about. He already knew.
Norlan sighed. “I get it, man. But you can’t just throw her off a cliff-no matter how tempting it is. Your company needs this alliance. Belinzo isn’t a bear you want clawing at your back. You have to think this through,” He said. Alpha Kes wanted one thing your stepsister. And since he couldn’t have her because you said no to him. He’d do anything and everything possible to bring you to the ground. You know him already. And you know how this game works.”
That fucker. I’d rather burn myself alive than let him anywhere near Kasmine.
“Why not play along? Besides, this thing you have with your sister…”
“She’s not my sister, Norlan!” I cut him off sharply.
“Fine. Fine. Sorry.” He said in surrender, “This thing you have with Kasmine might not go past this… It will always remain a secret. Play the game.”
“It’s not a game.” I shot back.
“It will be soon.” He said.
“Not when she’d be carrying my child soon,” I said casually watching the moonlight stretch over the endless waves below.
Norlan went dead silent. Then, with slow realization, he spoke.
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