I won't let that happen . Even if it means I keep her glued to my side , I'll do so . It wasn't until the driver killed the ignition that I remembered Karashi had been in the back seat with me the entire time . I totally forgot about her existence . Hah . Silly me . That's how invisible she was . No matter how hard she tried to be relevant , she was just ... a shadow . Always there , unnoticed until the light caught her at the right angle . She only existed to me when darkness fell and I needed something warm and wet to fuck the frustration out of my system . I've tried to get rid of her more times than I can count , but she kept crawling back , always on her knees , offering herself up like some desperate offering to a god that never answers . Who was I to say no to free service ? I watched the other four cars roll to a stop , and my men jumped down looking all smart and professional . Every fucking one of them looked the part . One damn car stayed shut for about five extra seconds , just sitting there like they were having a picnic . And guess whose car it was ? Fucking Kyrie . And he was with Eve . What the hell were they doing in there that took five damn seconds longer than everyone else ? Adjusting their clothes ? Swapping saliva ? Or was she busy riding his cock one last time before stepping out ? I don't know why it irritated me so much . Maybe it was his smug fucking face when he finally emerged , looking like he owned the goddamn sky . That cocky strut . That " I'm - in - control " energy he wore like a designer coat . If he weren't my friend , I'd have buried that confidence in the tarmac right there . I'd beat the arrogance out of his bones and remind him why the fuck he should stop messing with " my stepsister . " 1/3 Chapter 27 Yeah . I guess that was the best angle to tackle this from , in order to keep him away from her . I'd tell him Eve was my stepsister and that she was out of bounds . Perfect . That should keep him away from her . I turned my gaze just before they'd see me looking , and headed toward the private jet . Once in my cabin , I sat , legs slightly apart , one hand gripping the armrest while the other reached for the glass of water Blake had already placed there . Kyrie strolled in next , cocky as ever . Didn't even glance in my direction . Just headed straight for the next cabin . The bastard was still upset that we had to go on this operation when he was supposed to be throwing a private party to welcome his lost love . Then Eve walked in . She stood there for a second , like her brain couldn't process the layout . The girl looked fucking confused . I sank further into my seat , lit a cigarette , and exhaled , watching and revelling in her confusion. Her eyes followed the path Kyrie had passed . She didn't even as much as spare me a glance when she began walking toward Kyrie's cabin . Reflex was a bitch . Otherwise , tell me why in one second , I was relaxing in my chair, and the next minute , I was holding Eve's wrist in my hand ? But I guess it was already too late because she gasped , fear dancing in those wide eyes of hers . Why was I doing this ? Simple . Because she was getting too fucking comfortable around Kyrie . And I didn't want that . I held her wrist just a second longer than necessary . I felt her pulse jumping like she'd swallowed a fucking grenade . 2/3 Chapter Z / Her skin was warm and fragile . It was like a fucking competition , because we just remained still , looking each other dead into the eyes , hers from fear , while mine was from ... Hate . " You're sitting here . " Chapter Comments LIKE Write Comments ← SHARE 3/3 Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!