DESIRE UNDER THE SAME ROOF
"Tell me you don’t feel the same way," Xavier murmured, his dark eyes locked on mine.
"Tell me you don’t feel your heart racing every time you see me. Tell me you don’t think about me for hours, imagining things… imagining me touching you. Tell me you don’t feel jealous when you see me with another girl who isn’t you."
He stepped closer, his lips curling into that infuriating smirk.
"Tell me, Princess," he whispered.
My throat went dry. My words stuttered.
"I… I don’t feel anything for you," I barely managed.
"You're such a terrible liar," he said, his grin darkening.
•••
Everything changed the night my father died.
Six months later, my mother’s whirlwind engagement brought me here — to his mansion, to his world, to him.
Xavier Knight: arrogant, reckless and rebellious. The one person I shouldn’t want. The one person I can’t stop noticing.
He’s not supposed to be mine. I’m not supposed to want him.
And yet… every glance, every word, every heartbeat pulls me closer to danger.
Basahin
Chapter: GETTING DRUNKThe bass was a physical force, vibrating through the soles of my sneakers and rattling my ribcage before I even crossed the threshold. It was 7:00 PM and the Sigma Chi house was glowing like a neon-lit monster in the middle of the dark street.I stood on the sidewalk, my fingers twisting the hem of my denim skirt. Part of me wanted to turn around, call Arthur, and retreat to the silent safety of the Knight mansion. But then I remembered my mother’s fake smile and Xavier’s cold, mocking "Princess," and I realized I’d rather be anywhere else but there.I took a breath and walked in.The air inside was thick—a mix of cheap beer, expensive perfume, and sweat. It was fucking wild. In the foyer alone, a couple was practically fused together against the wall, oblivious to the crowd surging past them. Red cups were everywhere, and the music was so loud it felt like it was trying to beat my heart for me."Summer! You actually came!"I turned to see Maya weaving through the chaos, a bright
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Chapter: FIRST DAY AT SCHOOLThe weekend had been a haunting exercise in avoidance. I had moved around the Knight mansion like a ghost, slipping into the kitchen for coffee only when I was sure the hallways were clear. Xavier had vanished—no smoke trails, no heavy boots, no dark stares. It was as if the house itself was holding its breath after the explosion at dinner.But Monday morning arrived with the cold reality of a new life.I sat in the back of a silver Mercedes, the leather seats cool against my bare legs. William had insisted on the driver—a silent man named Arthur—despite my protests that I could take the bus. To William, image was everything. To me, being dropped off in a car that cost more than a suburban house was like wearing a neon sign that read Outsider.As we pulled through the ivy-covered gates of Evermore University, my stomach did a slow, nauseating flip. The campus was a stunning collection of red-brick buildings and manicured quads, looking every bit like the elite institution it was.
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Chapter: THE DINING ROOM SAGAThe door to my "suite" clicked shut, muffling the sounds of my mother’s frantic apologies to William downstairs.I leaned my back against the heavy oak wood and let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. My heart was still hammering against my ribs, a frantic rhythm that had nothing to do with the climb up the stairs and everything to do with the way Xavier Knight had looked at me.Gold-digger family.The words stung because, deep down, a part of me feared he was right about my mother. But the way he had said it—like I was something he’d found stuck to the bottom of his boot—made my blood boil.I looked around the room. It was huge. Larger than our entire living room back home. The bed was draped in silk, the furniture was antique white, and a massive bay window offered a view of the sprawling gardens. It was a room designed for a princess."Too bad I’m not wearing a crown," I muttered, dropping my duffel bag on the pristine carpet.I spent the next hour unpacking, forcing m
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Chapter: THE RELOCATIONThe cardboard boxes stacked in the corner of my room felt like coffins. Each one held a piece of the life I wasn’t ready to bury.I shoved a stack of folded sweaters into a suitcase, my movements jagged and numb. It had been exactly one hundred and eighty-four days since my father’s funeral. Six months. To some, it was half a year of "healing." To my mother, it was apparently just enough time to find a replacement with a bigger bank account and a mansion across the city.I picked up a framed photo from my nightstand—the last one taken of my dad and me at the lake. He was laughing, his eyes crinkling at the corners. My chest tightened, that familiar, sharp ache blooming behind my ribs.The door to my bedroom clicked open without a knock."Summer, for heaven's sake, you aren't even finished?"Celine stepped into the room, smelling of expensive Peonies.She looked radiant... too radiant for a woman who had been a widow only two seasons ago. Her blouse was draped perfectly, and the di
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