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Chapter 21.
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The hum of voices dulled when the teacher stepped in, and Drake immediately shifted his gaze forward, ignoring the half-smile still hanging on Steve’s face like a mask that wouldn’t crack. Steve leaned back in his seat, feigning calm, but his eyes burned into Drake’s profile, as if daring him to react, to look back, and to flinch as usual.But Drake didn’t.He folded his arms on the desk, willing himself to listen. And for the first time since arriving at Brian’s Academy, his mind didn’t drift. He wasn’t thinking of his parents murder scene which the killer had made him witness, or was he thinking of the faded photograph of his parents tucked in his back pocket, or the cracked ceiling above his dorm bed. He wasn’t thinking of the stares or whispers, or even of the scholarship label stitched silently to his name.He just listened to the teacher. And was grateful he did.Beside him, Steve was slumped in his chair, phone tilted low in his lap. Of course, the teacher wouldn't dare questi
Accidentally His. Chapter 22.
That he hadn’t leaned so close so he could feel Drake’s breath catch? That Drake hadn’t kissed him like some hopeless, hormonal idiot cause he had brought his lips so close to his and he lost control?“I—I can manage,” Drake muttered, eyes darting to the window.The car cruised down the empty road, its interior thick with unspoken words.Drake sat stiffly in his seat, eyes fixed on the blurred view outside the window. Not a single word had passed between them since Miguel changed the subject. The silence wasn’t comforting. His thoughts spiraled.Why did Miguel change the topic so quickly?Was it disgust?Embarrassment?Or… pity?He didn’t know whether to feel relieved that Miguel hadn’t brought up the kiss, or humiliated that it meant nothing to him. Every possible interpretation twisted in his stomach, forming tight, hot knots that refused to settle.Beside him, Miguel sat like a painting. Unmoving and composed. The only signs of life were the occasional tap of his thumb against his
Accidentally His. Chapter 21.
Drake turned sharply away, his ears burning. What the hell is wrong with Miguel? He couldn't stop thinking.But Miguel wasn't done teasing him. “So… who was this handsome guy you’ve seen shirtless. Give me an answer...Drake”Drake clenched his jaw. “Just shut the fuck up.”Miguel inched closer, closing the distance between them like a predator with no shame.“What did you and the handsome guy do?” he asked for the second time.Drake stepped back until his spine hit the wall.But Miguel didn’t stop.Drake’s breathing quickened. He didn’t understand what was happening, cause his eyes dropped to Miguel’s lips. They were plump, pink, and inviting. His mind screamed don't, but his body refused to listen.**The luxurious rooftop bar was bright under the early morning sun. It was high above the city, silent, sterile, and suffocating.A beautiful woman sat slumped on a velvet couch, her eyes puffy and red. Her body, swollen just slightly from a few months of pregnancy, trembled.Adams Sanch
Accidentally His. Chapter 20.
The room was quiet, heavy with something unspoken. Miguel leaned in, lowering himself slowly, his face drawing closer to Drake’s until their breaths mingled in the tense air.Drake’s breath hitched, he couldn’t move, and still couldn’t breathe. Every nerve in his body felt like it had frozen, then caught fire. The world slowed as Miguel reached forward, only to brush a single strand of hair off his forehead.Miguel’s fingers lingered for a second longer than they should have, gentle, and warm. "Am I still insane to you?" he whispered, his voice low, almost teasing, but with something else beneath it. Something kinda.. raw.Drake didn’t answer. Not because he didn’t want to, but because he needed to breathe. His lungs felt tight, the air thick with Miguel’s scent, faint cologne, something like sandalwood, and the heat of his skin. Drake looked away, inhaling sharply through his nose. Still, he said nothing.Moments passed."Why are you suddenly being nice to me?" Drake asked eventually
Accidentally His. Chapter 19.
“Let me—“No.”Drake didn’t even wait for the full sentence to form on Miguel’s lips again, before rejecting the idea. It came out flat, and emotionless. Miguel blinked. “You didn’t even let me—“I heard enough,” Drake replied, turning away as he tightened the lids on a stack of nearly expired soda bottles behind the counter. His hands moved faster than usual, trying to distract himself from the look he knew was on Miguel’s face.The room quieted, the dull hum of the cooler the only sound between them.And then softly, Miguel leaned in.Drake felt it before he saw it, the weight of Miguel’s head resting on his left shoulder. Then the warmth of fingers slipping between his own, tentative and trembling."Do you hate me that much?" Miguel whispered, his voice barely audible.The scent hit Drake instantly. Expensive shampoo, something citrusy and clean. The same perfume Miguel had worn since day one at Brian’s Academy. He hated that he recognized it so well, he hated that it clung to hi
Accidentally His. Chapter 18.
Finally, Adams spoke up, breaking the silence. His voice was measured, cold, and sharp like a man who’d buried too much of himself to ever truly raise it again.“Leo.”“Sir.”“You're going to handle this tonight”Leo straightened. “What exactly should I—?”“I want her here,” Adams cut him off, tone clipped. “Safely. Without a bruise. Without a scratch. Without even a strand of her goddamn hair being touched.”Leo blinked. “Sir—”“I’m not going to repeat myself,” Adams said, cutting him off again “No threats. No violence. No guns in her face. You hear me?”“Yes, boss.”“If she resists… you persuade her. Make it soft and subtle. I don’t care what you have to say or do…just don’t let her know it’s me until she’s already here.” Adams exhaled deeply and looked toward the dark window. “She’s smart, she'd probably know it was me, just don't make her believe it's me amd…Use the private jet. I want her here by dawn.”Leo nodded once, firmly. “And the man… Rick Jones?”Adams was quiet for a lon
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