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Chapter 26: Karma
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End Game Chapter 26: Karma
ZAIRE'S POV I flipped Sebastian on his back and straddled his hips. There was just something about his lip that drove me crazy. Once I kissed him I didn't want to stop. More like I physically couldn't. It happened on the two times we kissed. The first time didn't count because he caught me off guard and I most definitely didn't appreciate being kissed by a guy. Let alone him of all people. "W.. we need to stop." Sebastian whispered hoarsely, his breathe rough as hell against my lips. I ignored him and kissed him even deeper. I subconsciously shifted on top of him and he grunted deeply, his fingers digging into my hips. "Zai please... shit," I stopped and slowly pulled back to look at him. He slightly squirmed under me, his jaw locked tight. I furrowed my brows trying to figure out what was wrong with him and then that was when I felt it. Hard as a rock against my ass. I should have panicked. I know I should have. But the realization that I turned him on. That he was hard b
End Game Chapter 25: Over The Edge
ZAIRE'S POV His house looked like something from an architecture magazine. It had floor-to-ceiling glass walls, polished stone, and clean modern lines that screamed money. Of course it did. What else did I expect anyway. I scoffed under my breath. "What?" Sebastian asked, unlocking the front door. "Nothing," I muttered. Then I tilted my head slightly, studying the place again. "Just thinking about how convenient it would be to murder you right here in your own house." He chuckled, pushing the door open, and gestured for me to step inside. "You can try," he said casually. "I won't stop you." I stopped walking and looked at him. "You wouldn't?" "Nah." he stepped in behind me, closing the door with a soft click. "If that's what you really wanted," he said lightly, voice dipping just a little lower, "I'd let you." I stared at him. "You're so full of shit," I said, and he laughed, tossing his keys into the ceramic bowl by the door. The inside was just as ridiculous as the outs
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
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