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Chapter 22: Sober thoughts
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End Game Chapter 24: Hungover
ZAIRE'S POV I was still hungover. I could feel it. Although the headache was gone now , but I was tired as hell. I just wanted to sleep some more. And I definitely didn't fucking want to be around this many snobbish people this early in the morning, especially with the grumpy mood I was in. Rich people were the worst. Trust me. My eyes felt heavy, and they were so red, like I was high or something—all because I barely slept. Honestly, my plan was just to sleep in the whole day, but my cousin had other plans. Instead of going alone to meet his mom's boyfriend's kids, he decided to drag me along for no damn reason. This guy literally dragged me off my bed at six am, after I only had about four hours of damn sleep. We came back from the party around three am for fuck's sake. Couldn't he just let me fucking sleep? I had no business meeting these damn kids anyway. I slept the whole ride from Southridge to Kingmoore Court, but it was not enough. To make matters even worse I find o
End Game Chapter 23: Brown-eyed problem
SEBASTIAN’S POV The private beach was packed today. Families were out on the sand, enjoying the warm sunny day. Kids ran barefoot between picnic blankets, their laughter mixing with the sizzle of barbecues and the low thump of music drifting from somewhere near the dunes. Temporary bars lined the edge of the beach, stocked with alcohol for the adults and soft drinks for kids and anyone who didn’t drink. Ice cream carts did steady business, bells chiming nonstop. Candies, grilled meat, fresh fruit—everything smelled like summer and money. Days like this were a Kingmoore Court tradition. Once in a while, the residents stepped out of their glass houses and marble hallways and gathered by the water, pretending to be normal. The Kingmoore salon, barbershop, and spa had all set up removable stalls right on the sand, white canopies flapping lazily in the breeze. People here were rich—stupid rich—so no one complained about the prices. Most of them didn’t even look at the numbers. It wa
End Game Chapter 22: Sober thoughts
SEBASTIAN’S POV I groaned, patting around the nightstand for my phone, squinting at the dim glow of the screen when I finally found it. My head felt heavy, sleep still clinging to me so hard. I answered the call without even checking the caller ID. “You are an asshole.” I frowned immediately, blinking myself awake. “…Zaire?” “It’s me,” he slurred. “You been blowin’ my phone up all day. When I call you, you don’t answer?” “I was sleeping,” I said, my voice rough as hell. There was a pause on the other end. “I know,” he said, then added, quieter, almost thoughtful, “Why do you sound like Barry White?” I rubbed my face. “Barry White?” “Mmhmm,” he hummed. “Your voice is so deep right now. It's giving me goosebumps.” I froze, my breath locking in my throat. I could feel the way my pulse spiked. “…You drunk,” I said , trying not to read too much into what he had just said. He laughed, slow and lazy. “Yes.” His voice dropped quieter now, like he’d leaned closer to the phone. “
End Game Chapter 21: A sense of a challenge
ZAIRE’S POV I woke up later feeling more rested than I had in a long time. Like actually rested. I pushed myself up from the bed and stretched, rolling my shoulders until a few satisfying cracks echoed through my body. Shit. I needed that. I grabbed a pair of sweatpants from my bag, pulled them on, then stepped out of my room and headed downstairs. “Yo, you up?” Quinton said when I walked into the living room. “Yeah.” I nodded, my voice rough with sleep as I dropped onto the couch beside him. I leaned forward, reaching for my phone off the coffee table. “When’d you get back?” “Not long ago,” he said casually. Then he smirked. “Somebody named ASSWIPE been blowing your phone up.” I frowned immediately. “What the fuck does he want?” I unlocked my phone and saw that there were about 7 missed calls and one voicemail all from Sebastian. My jaw tightened. “This idiot has got a lot of nerve,” I muttered. Quinton snorted. “You gonna get back to him, or just keep glaring at
End Game Chapter 20: In the Ghetto
ZAIRE’S POV Southridge wasn’t that far from Winton Str, but it might as well have been a different world. The closer I got, the worse the roads became—cracked pavement, crooked streetlights. The buildings were pressed too close together. The brick walls were covered in graffiti everywhere. It resembled your typical ghetto neighborhood that appeared on movies. Although I was from the richer part of town, this place never really intimidated me or made me uncomfortable in any way despite its rough and violent nature. In fact I liked it there. I used to visit a lot during summer and winter breaks until my father started restricting me from going after falling out with my aunt after my mom passed. He never really liked me visiting there to begin with. Said the neighborhood was not for people like us—whatever the hell that meant. He was my father, but he was just full of shit that man. I rolled my window down, letting the warm air rush in, thick with the smell of oil, smo
End Game Chapter 19: Not worth it
ZAIRE’S POV I looked away first, unable to hold his gaze anymore. Something about those eyes made my knees weak. They made me feel very weird. Like he could ask me for anything in that moment—and I wouldn’t trust myself to say no. I shook my head, taking in a heavy breath as I willed my heart to calm down. There was no way I was going to turn back now. Sebastian saw me, and so was Will. If I turned back, they would think I was running away from them, and no chance I was giving them that satisfaction. Might as well go in and buy something to eat. I silently made my way in and then stood behind the last person—who unfortunately happened to be both the people I was hoping to avoid—on the queue. I could still feel Sebastian’s gaze on me, but I had no intention of meeting his eyes. Will shifted when I stopped behind them and turned to look at me. Unlike his friend, I had no problem looking at him head-on—which I did. He scowled at me, and I just rolled my eyes ,checking ahead if t
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