“What?” I blurted, confusion slamming into me like a freight train, knocking the air from my lungs.
My father’s hand clamped down on my shoulder, his fingers digging in like claws, sharp and unyielding. He twisted, his grip merciless, sending a sharp jolt of pain through my body. I bit back a whimper, forcing it down my throat, but he heard it—he always did. A slow smirk curled at the edges of his lips, satisfaction gleaming in his cold eyes. He relished this. The reminder that he owned me. “You know how kids are these days.” He let out a dry, humorless laugh, his grip tightening just enough to drive his point home. A warning. His fingers pressed against bone, his nails biting into my skin. Behave. I kept my expression blank, refusing to let him see how hard my heart pounded against my ribs. This wasn’t part of the deal. I was supposed to get engaged in my sister’s place—not be forced to move in with my mortal enemy. A thick silence wrapped around the room, the tension nearly suffocating. Mr. Dominic, seated at the head of the grand dining table, tapped his fingers against the polished wood. “Seems like you and Adrian are close,” he mused, his voice laced with curiosity, his gaze unwavering. It felt like a test—one I wasn’t sure I could pass. Every fiber of my being screamed to deny it, to spit out the truth: Adrian and I were sworn enemies. I hated him. I loathed him. And he felt the same about me. There was no history of friendship between us—only scars left by each other’s knives. I clenched my teeth, ready to correct him—until Adrian spoke first. “Yes, Father… We’ve known each other since high school.” The words landed like a slap, the sting immediately and burning. My head snapped toward him, my pulse spiking. What the hell was he playing at? Mr. Dominic’s stare lingered, his sharp eyes dissecting Adrian’s words. “Really?” He wanted confirmation. The truth burned on my tongue, itching to be set free. But the lie I was supposed to tell felt like alcohol—bitter, stinging, evaporating before I could even form it. My phone buzzed. I sucked in a breath and glanced down. A single message lit up my screen. ADRIAN: Act like everything is perfect if you care about your so-called reputation. A scowl crept onto my face as I lifted my gaze to meet his. He was watching me, a smug glint in his dark eyes, his posture relaxed like he had all the time in the world. Then—he winked. Smug bastard. Realization sank its teeth into me. Was he blackmailing me now? Because of my nudes? Damn. The walls closed in. My father loomed beside me, his presence a silent threat, a leash around my throat. Adrian sat across from me, a devil in disguise, holding a knife to my reputation with that single message. And to my right, Mr. Dominic—the devil himself—watched me like a hunter deciding whether his prey was worth keeping alive. I was trapped. A cornered animal surrounded by three predators, each waiting for the first sign of weakness to strike. I swallowed the bitter taste of defeat and forced my lips into a careful smile. I could feel my father’s stare drilling into the side of my face, my skin burning under the weight of his expectations. I had no choice. I nodded. “Yes.” “Actually,” I added, forcing some lightness into my voice, trying to break the tension that felt like a physical weight in the air, “we’ve always been competing—for everything, even things that didn’t make sense.” The words felt hollow, a thin layer of smoke meant to conceal the fire. Maybe if I could control the narrative, just for a moment, I could ease the suffocating pressure in my chest. Adrian’s smile widened, a smile I knew too well. It was like a wolf bearing its teeth before a feast. “And isn’t it funny how fate led us to each other? Soon, we’ll be married.” My stomach churned, and I could feel my throat tighten. Married? The word echoed in my mind, hollow and cold. I had barely agreed to an engagement, barely understood the twisted turn of events that had led me here, and now he was talking about marriage? Fuck him. Fuck that night everything went south. That night when everything I thought I knew about us crumbled like dust between my fingers. Fuck his twisted little games. Fate? No. It wasn’t fate. It was his manipulations, his careful, calculated moves that had led us here, tied together in this sick, complicated mess. But I wouldn’t put all the blame on him. I was stupid enough to walk into the trap. My father’s voice cut through my thoughts. “Isn’t this destiny? They’re perfect for each other.” I felt a surge of heat flood my face, my hands curling into fists at my sides, my nails biting into my palms. I wanted to scream, to shout, to break something, anything. I wished I could summon a thunderbolt and strike him down where he stood—anything to stop him from smiling like he’d won, like he had everything under control. Mr. Dominic nodded, his words smooth as oil. “I’ll agree with you, Mr. Lockwood. I hope this union brings peace… and puts an end to all the hostility.” There was something layered in his words, something beneath the surface that felt wrong, like an unspoken threat. My mind raced to decipher it, but before I could make sense of it, Adrian did something that startled me. He stepped on my foot under the table, smirking a silent taunt. “Dad, if you’ll excuse us, I’d like to have a chat with my fiancé,” he said, his tone casual, too casual. He grabbed my wrist before I could even react, his grip like steel, the skin of his fingers cold and unyielding. I tried to yank free, but it was no use. His hand, wrapped around my wrist, was unshakable. Since when was he this strong? In all our years of rivalry, I had always been the one to lash out, the one to start the fight, to say the sharpest words. Adrian had always been the calm one, never retaliating, never pushing back. I used to think it was cowardice. Now, I wasn’t so sure. As he dragged me out of the room, I could still hear my father’s laughter ringing in my ears. It scraped against my nerves like nails on glass, thin and jagged, a sound that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. For a brief moment, a flicker of relief surged through me. Maybe this was better, after all. If I was with Adrian, I wouldn’t have to deal with my father’s cruelty anymore, his ever-present shadow that seemed to drain the very life from me. But as quickly as that thought came, it soured. I wasn’t escaping anything. I was just walking into a different hell. With my father, I could curse, fight back, and storm out when I needed to breathe. But with Adrian? I doubted I’d even be allowed to leave the house. I would be trapped in his world, a world where I had no control, no say. And if he ever pissed me off enough, I knew I’d try to smash his head against a wall, just to feel something. But then a darker thought wormed its way into my mind. What if he fought back? The image of it twisted in my gut. It would be bloody. It would be the kind of fight that would leave scars, and I didn’t want to know what kind of scars Adrian would leave on me. Lost in thought, I barely noticed when he yanked me into a restroom. The air inside was thick with the staleness of old tiles and the sharp scent of disinfectant, but it was all I could smell now. His presence in such a small space was overpowering, his body too close, his hand still gripping my wrist with an intensity that made my pulse spike. He released me, but only to step in closer. Too close. I could feel the heat of his body seeping into mine, and I hated how it made my skin prickle with awareness. I could see the sharp angles of his face now, the way the dim light hit his features, accentuating the cruel amusement in his eyes. He snapped his fingers in front of my face, a sharp, sudden sound that made my heart jump. “Back to reality, thinker.” I scowled, feeling the pulse in my temples throb in time with the beat of my blood. His voice was a constant irritation, a buzz in my brain I couldn’t shake. He was so fucking annoying that my hands itched to punch him, to wipe that smug look off his face. “Stop staring,” he muttered, his voice low and irritatingly calm. “It’s rude.” I rolled my eyes. “What do you want that required dragging me into a cramped space?” He didn’t answer. He just stared. I felt my scowl deepen, the irritation swelling inside me like a balloon ready to burst. “What? Do I have something on my face?” He nodded, his eyes never leaving mine. “Yeah.” I wiped my cheek, irritation bubbling under my skin, my fingers brushing against my face with more force than necessary. “Gone now?” He hummed, the sound low and condescending. “Nope.” “What is it?”The words slipped from my lips before I could stop them. "What is it?" The question was instinctive, a reflex born out of something I couldn't even name, a desperate hope that something would break the tension in the air, something that would give me clarity. Or maybe I was just expecting a simple greeting—a "hello" would have sufficed.His eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that made my heart thrum erratically, but he didn’t respond right away. His gaze lingered on me, as if he was calculating something beneath the surface. For a moment, I thought maybe he would say something, anything, that might make sense of the strange discomfort gnawing at me. But he only took a step back, his voice barely whispering, "Nothing."Nothing? That’s it?A fire ignited inside me. I couldn't help it. I was furious. Was he seriously pulling this kind of joke on me? Did he think I was here to entertain his games? Did he think I would just accept this silence, this mockery? My fists clenched, the mus
The mansion loomed before me, an imposing fortress of glass and steel. Even from the outside, it reeked of money—obnoxious, in-your-face wealth. Typical of Adrian. The man never needed to say a word; his riches did the talking for him.I stood there, arms crossed, staring at the sheer size of the place. It was far bigger than I had expected, swallowing up the surrounding landscape like a beast. My jaw clenched. This was a mistake.The sharp slam of a car door snapped me from my thoughts. Adrian. His presence alone was enough to make my teeth grind. He approached, his pace unhurried, as if he had all the time in the world. I refused to acknowledge him, keeping my eyes fixed ahead.He was so fucking annoying. If I could strangle him and get away with it, I would.Unfortunately, that was just a fantasy.“You coming?” His voice was flat, indifferent, like he couldn’t care less whether I followed or not.I didn’t answer. I already knew this arrangement would do me more harm than good. But
*At the club*"You must be kidding me!" Noah’s voice cut through the heavy silence, sharp and unrelenting. His disbelief rippled through the room, thick enough to suffocate. His wide eyes bore into mine, scanning my face as if searching for some sign—some tiny flicker—that I was joking. That this was all some twisted prank I’d drop at any second.But I wasn’t. And I wouldn’t.I had told them everything. Every humiliating, gut-wrenching, pride-shattering detail. Now, they just stood there, staring at me like I’d confessed to willingly setting myself on fire.Kyle exhaled slowly, pressing his fingers against his temples as if the pressure in his skull had suddenly doubled. "Wait… you’re telling us that everything that happened that night—everything—was just a setup? A piece inside Adrian’s bigger plan?"I forced myself to nod. "Exactly."Kyle let out a low scoff, his jaw working. "And instead of you screwing him over, he turned it around and fucked you?"The words sliced through me, blu
Adrain's POVI sat in the dimly lit living room, the pile of files in front of me demanding my attention, but despite my best efforts, my mind kept wandering. The papers in my hands blurred as I replayed the events of the day, and, more specifically, thoughts of Matthew invaded my every moment.I knew he’d stepped out earlier to meet his friends. I always knew. There was nothing he could do that I didn’t notice, no matter how subtle. I watched him like a hawk, meticulously observing each move, each glance. A sly smile curled at the corners of my lips, amused by how much control I had over his emotions.The anger in his eyes when he looked at me, the fury building within him every time I outsmarted him. It was all so... delicious. He had no idea just how much power I held over him. Each glance, every clenched fist, only made me feel more in control. The way he couldn't stand losing, how he loathed my victories—it was like a game to me, a twisted kind of sport, and I was winning.Matthe
I didn’t want it to end. Every fiber of my being screamed for more—to push past the limits, to drag this moment out until nothing else existed but him and the way he felt beneath me. But I knew I couldn’t. I had already crossed a line that should have never been blurred, already allowed myself to sink too deep into something I had no right to claim.And yet, despite knowing this, I still couldn’t stop myself.So instead, I struck Matthew's dick while kissing him, pouring every unspoken desire, every ounce of restraint, and every buried frustration into the contact. My fingers curled against his skin, my grip tightening as if that alone could tether me to the present and keep me from unraveling entirely. His body shuddered under my touch, a sharp gasp tearing through the heavy silence before he slumped forward, his weight crashing into me. His breath, uneven and scorching, fanned against my throat, and I felt the way his pulse thundered in sync with mine, erratic and uncontrolled.I he
Matthew's POV Adrian said he didn’t kiss me.His voice had been calm—too calm—detached, indifferent, almost convincing if not for the way my skin still burned with the memory of him. He stared straight through me, as if the words he spoke were simple facts, not loaded with consequence. But no matter how smooth his tone, no matter how steady his gaze, I don’t believe him. Not for a damn second.The memories of last night are a mess, a chaotic blend of light and shadow, broken fragments scattered across my mind like glass shards—sharp enough to sting, but never clear enough to piece together. They flash too quickly, disappearing the moment I try to grasp them. Yet, one truth remains—my body remembers what my mind refuses to fully see. The way I woke up this morning… weak, sore, disoriented—every inch of me screaming a silent truth his mouth refuses to speak.He’s lying. He has to be. There’s no better explanation.I can still picture the way his eyes didn’t so much as flinch when he sa
I forced myself to sleep, tossing and turning beneath the cold sheets that clung to my skin like a second, suffocating layer. No matter how tightly I shut my eyes or how many times I flipped my pillow to the cooler side, sleep refused to claim me. The more I tried to surrender to the darkness, the harder it became—like my mind was trapped in a cruel, endless loop of restless thoughts, each one dragging me further from the peace I sought. Every memory, every regret clawed its way to the surface, whispering in my ear, refusing to grant me even a sliver of mercy.Silence wrapped around the room, thick and heavy, suffocating in its stillness. But even in that quiet, my body betrayed me. My stomach growled—low, guttural, desperate—the sound bouncing off the barren walls like a taunt. It wasn’t just hunger; it felt like something gnawed at my insides, like worms tearing through flesh, devouring the fragile lining of my stomach, clawing for anything—anything—to fill the hollow void.I could
Morning came far too early, dragging me out of sleep before I was ready. The pale light of dawn crept through the half-closed curtains, bleeding into the room with a dull, grey hue that did nothing to warm the sterile air. I blinked slowly, fighting the heaviness in my eyes as I stared blankly at the ceiling overhead, my mind caught somewhere between dreams and the harsh pull of reality. For a moment, I simply lay there, listening to the deafening silence pressing in from all sides.An unfamiliar calm settled over me — not the kind born of peace or comfort, but the kind that came only from pure exhaustion. My limbs felt heavy, my body sore in ways I couldn’t explain. Still, there was one small mercy — the gnawing hunger from last night had dulled. The food, as much as I hated to admit it, had done its job. I could almost taste it still — bland, lukewarm, but necessary. Denying that would’ve been a waste of energy. But swallowing it down had burned worse than any hunger. Every bite fel
Matthew's POV Adrian sank heavily onto the couch, his breath coming in sharp, uneven gasps, his eyes already burning with a hunger that eclipsed everything else. It wasn’t just desire—it was something darker, something primal. And I could feel it, too, swirling inside me, pulling me toward him like gravity. I followed his lead, my legs slipping around his waist as I straddled him, the heat of his body colliding with mine in a rush that set every nerve on fire. Our bodies slammed together like two storms, tearing through each other, both of us desperate to be pulled apart and stitched back together in a single, violent union.There was no room for hesitation. No time for restraint. Our lips crashed together, urgently, demanding, a collision of fire and needed to obliterate everything else. The outside world vanished in that instant, leaving only the raw, undeniable truth: nothing mattered but this, nothing could ever matter more.We kissed like the earth was ending. Like the world had
I no longer cared about the world outside that room—or the chaos clawing at the back of my mind, screaming for attention like a neglected child. Let it scream. Let it howl. Its voice was a distant echo now, fading into irrelevance. I used to live in that noise. I used to drown in it, second-guessing every impulsive choice, every reckless breath that felt too wild, too fast, too dangerous to be mine. I used to ask myself if I was spiraling.But not anymore.Tonight, I didn’t need clarity. I didn’t want a reason.I wanted this.I wanted him.The air between us pulsed with something raw, something unspoken and untamed. The dim lighting draped the room in golden shadows, blurring the harshness of our sins until they almost looked beautiful. His mouth found mine like it was always meant to—urgent, rough, aching. There was no grace in our kiss, no gentle prelude. It was a collision. Violent. Unapologetic. It tasted like desperation and heat and a thousand broken promises we didn't care to f
Matthew's POV "You misjudged us," Lily said all of a sudden, her voice cutting through the silence like a blade. I frowned, thrown off completely.I was still trying to wrap my head around the fact that I might be gay—or at least not straight. Whatever label I was supposed to wear, I wasn’t ready for it. And now here she was, throwing in another curveball that only tangled up my already twisted thoughts."Just like you, I too am in a state of dilemma," she said, pausing for a breath, her eyes flickering with something soft—regret, maybe. "I wasn't sure at first, but after kissing Adrian... and then kissing you... I'm more than certain now."She swallowed, a faint smile tugging at the corner of her mouth."I like her."My frown deepened. The hell is she talking about? And like who?"Jennie, you slow wink... don't get all worked up," she teased.Then it hit me.Realization crashed into me like a wave slapping across the face. My eyes widened, and I blinked slowly."You like girls?" I a
The night spun out of control in the most unexpected way. As I lay there, the remnants of our heated passion clung to my mind. It felt surreal—yet deeply satisfying—as if I had crossed a line I never imagined I would. And somehow, I didn’t regret it. Adrian and I had never gone that far. We fought, hurled insults, pushed each other’s buttons—but this? This changed everything. It wasn’t just a kiss or even the raw, uninhibited sex. It was the fact that, for once, I was sober. And I wanted it. That truth slammed into me like a freight train. The feeling felt so unfamiliar. I’d always claimed to be straight. Women have always been my preference. I built my life around that certainty. But in those moments with Adrian, my resolve crumbled, slipping away like sand through my fingers. I didn’t understand it. It wasn’t supposed to happen—especially not like this. But the second his lips touched mine, I craved him with a hunger I couldn’t explain. I remembered how he kissed me—better than
Matthew's POV Confusion struck me like a thunderstorm erupting in the middle of a sunlit afternoon—unexpected, brutal, and relentless. It crashed over me, flooding my sanity, blurring the lines between what I knew and what I thought I knew. One moment, everything made sense. Next, I was drowning in betrayal, every breath harder than the last. My feet refused to move, rooted to the floor like I’d turned to stone. I watched them—Adrian and Lily—wrapped in a moment that should’ve never existed. A living, breathing portrait of everything I feared.His hand brushed hers.So simple. So damning.When Adrian’s gaze collided with mine through the crowd, my lungs clenched, useless. He didn’t look away fast enough to spare me the devastation, nor long enough to explain himself. But even that fraction of a second stole the air from my chest. The world shrank to nothing but the sound of blood roaring in my ears, like a tidal wave crashing inward.He didn't flinch. He didn’t hesitate. He just turn
I wasn’t prepared for the wave of familiarity that crashed over me the moment I stepped into the event hall. It hit hard—like a tide I didn’t see coming. The soft lighting overhead casts a golden hue across the room, making everything feel strangely dreamlike. Faces I hadn’t seen in years filled the space, some aged by time’s quiet touch, others still clinging to the same goofy, untamed energy they wore in high school. The smell of perfume and cologne mingled with the faint scent of polished floors and catered appetizers, adding to the sensory overload.Laughter rang out from various corners, a backdrop to the hum of overlapping conversations and the occasional cheer erupting from those sudden, emotional reunions. It felt surreal—like I had walked into a memory that had been playing on repeat somewhere far back in my mind, and now, suddenly, I was living in it.I stood there, rooted in place, caught off guard by how easily the past had found me. I knew, on paper, that this event was a
I froze mid-step, heart seizing with a sudden, unexpected pang of guilt.It clawed through me out of nowhere—the realization that I hadn’t spoken to any of my friends in what felt like forever. Not just days. Weeks, maybe. Time had blurred together, slipping past while I’d been caught up in my own mess. I hadn’t noticed how far I’d drifted, how silent I’d become. And now, the silence wasn’t just mine—it had infected everything.What if they thought I’d abandoned them? Ignored them on purpose? Worse—what if they were angry? Hurt?A coil of panic tightened in my chest as I snatched my phone from where it lay buried under a twisted mess of sheets and blankets on my unmade bed. The screen lit up harshly, and I squinted at the brightness, blinking against the sting. My thumb moved quickly, muscle memory guiding me straight to the group chat.Silence.A wide, empty silence. Like stepping into a room after a fight—thick, tense, and echoing with unspoken things.Matthew: Group is dead silent.
Matthew's POV As soon as the car came to a halt, Adrian stepped out without a word. The door closed behind him with a dull, final click that seemed to echo louder than it should’ve. I didn’t move. I stayed rooted in place, my gaze fixed blankly on the dashboard, the soft glow of the controls blurring as my thoughts spiraled. My hands lay loosely clasped in my lap, unmoving, almost lifeless. A knot of confusion tightened in my chest, thick and unrelenting.Had I said something wrong? Something that pushed him away?I tried to trace the thread backward, hunting for the moment when the shift occurred—the second his mood had changed, when the air in the car grew colder, heavier. But nothing screamed out. No harsh words. No sarcasm. Nothing but an invisible wall that had suddenly risen between us, silent and immovable.The silence pressed in, heavy and suffocating, like a weighted blanket I hadn’t asked for. It sat on my shoulders, in my lungs, in my bones. My mind looped the last part of
I slid into the car and shut the door behind me, the soft click echoing a little too loudly in the quiet. The atmosphere inside felt... different. Heavy. Stifling, even. My hands fumbled over my lap as I settled into the seat, trying to look composed, but the truth was far from it. The silence between us wasn’t comfortable; it wasn’t the kind you slip into with someone you trust. No—this silence had sharp edges, pressing against my skin, suffocating me inch by inch. On ordinary days, I wouldn’t have given a damn. I’d have cracked a joke, leaned back, and ignored whatever tension lingered in the air. But right now? My heart was beating like a warning drum, and I couldn’t keep my mind from spiraling. A born flirt. A professional heartbreaker. My jaw tightened, the muscle twitching as I stared at him. If he kissed me like that—so deep, so sure, like I was the only one that mattered—how many others had tasted those lips before me? How many girls had been pulled into that orbit only t