All Chapters of TEMPTING THE ENEMY: Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

(SONG RECOMMENDATION: THE HILLS BY THE WEEKEND).MIGUEL'S POVFuck me.Fucking hell, why him of all people? Why did it have to be Seth? A nerve-wracking twist churned in my stomach as chills ran down my spine. My eyes locked with Seth’s, and I saw that condescending look in his gaze, the kind that made my blood boil every time.His hatred was one thing, but now... fuck. My life was in his hands. I couldn’t think, couldn’t speak. My mind was stuck in a loop, replaying the sheer humiliation of him discovering the video. My breaths grew shallow, erratic, and before I knew it, a tear slipped down my cheek. I wiped it away quickly, furious at myself for showing weakness. But the truth was, I was terrified—more than I’d ever been.“Wow,” Seth drawled, his voice dripping with mockery, his eyes glinting with satisfaction. He was enjoying this—relishing it. Of course he was.I fumbled with my phone, quickly switching off the video, cutting off the sound of my own moans. It was a stupid mistake

.(SONG RECOMMENDATION: I FOUND BY AMBER RUN)MIGUEL'S POV.This wasn't happening. For all I knew, Seth was straight. I didn’t want to be some dumb-ass experiment for Seth Mallory of all people. But my body betrayed me. I leaned into his kiss, my hands gripping the fabric of his shirt as though that connection was the only thing tethering me to reality. A shaky gasp escaped my throat as his tongue ran over my lower lip, and he kissed along my pulse points, his lips leaving a trail of heat that burned against my skin. “Fuck,” I muttered, the word barely audible, my voice unrecognizable to my own ears. It was hoarse, desperate, as my hips instinctively grinded harder into him. “Hot!” a loud voice echoed from somewhere behind us, accompanied by a sharp whistle. My stomach dropped. Two women and a man stood just a few feet away, smirking and laughing as they shamelessly watched us. Shame flooded my body, swift and overwhelming, chasing away the brief moment of reckless bliss. I pu

SETH.The heavy bass music blared through the speakers as I rustled my way inside. My gaze round, it was a Wednesday morning; things weren't so busy, but there were quite a few people in the bar.My eyes were quick to pick up Jeremy's seat with a couple of other boys chatting loudly. Just as though he felt my eyes on him, I pushed my way into the crowd as he waved me over to his booth. I sank into the chair, snagging his bottle of alcohol and guzzling the entire content down at once.“Woah woah…What happened to my proper boy?” Jeremy asked in a high-pitched voice that hinted at sarcasm. I rolled my eyes, pouring myself another glassful, and gulped it again; the stinging sensation in my throat worked its way down my nerves.“Rough day, man?” Jeremy asked, zipping his eyebrows together, looking genuinely worried. “Or does this have to do with your favourite enemy?” He asked, and I smacked him across the head. He wanted to get back in the chair; I wanted to drink, yeah, party, or rema