Se connecter“Argh!”A strangled groan tore through my throat as I stumbled backward, my body slamming hard against the doorframe. My ankle twisted violently under my weight as I spun around to face Wendy, who was already glaring at me with raw, unfiltered fury.“I knew this is what you were up to, you fucking fag!” she hissed, her eyes blazing with hatred. “You were the one who took advantage of Maddox in that video, weren't you?!”My heart slammed against my ribs. I froze, my tongue completely paralyzed, unable to formulate a single word of defense.The sharp click of Wendy’s heels echoed against the floor as she closed the distance between us, leaning into my face. “Not only is your father after everything Mrs. Donovan owns, but you were sent here to destroy her son too? Is that it?!”“That’s enough,” Maddox’s deep voice cut through the air.Wendy turned sharply, throwing him an irritated look.“Jason, out. Now,” Maddox said flatly. His tone was entirely devoid of emotion, as if he couldn't car
I glanced in the rearview mirror as I put the car in park. Jason was still lying out across the backseat, having slept through almost the entire three-hour drive after what happened on the highway. His eyes slowly fluttered open, his gaze meeting mine in the glass. “We’re here...” I murmured, opening my door and stepping out into the driveway. Across the manicured lawn, my mother stepped out onto the porch, a bright, welcoming smile on her face, with her husband standing right beside her. I pointedly ignored them, turning back to watch Jason as he climbed out of the passenger side. As much as he tried to walk normally and act composed, it was clear as day that he was limping. “Maddox...” Mum called out as she hurried down the steps. Before I could pull back, she wrapped her arms around me, pulling me into a tight hug. She still smelled the same—a familiar perfume. Her long black hair was just like mine. She pulled back, her hands resting on my shoulders as her eyes scanned my
“Is that supposed to be a joke?” I asked, slamming my foot on the brake and pulling the car into an abrupt, screeching stop. My gaze snapped toward him, burning with absolute rage. Jason wouldn't look at me. His eyes darted nervously out the window, taking in the empty stretch of highway where I had parked. It was early morning, isolated, with barely a car passing through. There was no running and no calling for help either. “I wanted to...” “Or is that just a new word for a buddy?” I cut him off, my voice dropping into a dangerous tone. “Maddox...” “Looks like you really need to be brought back to your senses.” I unbuckled my belt, threw open the driver’s door, and stepped out into the humid morning air. I slammed the door so hard the metal echoed down the open road, my heavy footsteps carrying me straight over to his side. I yanked the passenger door open in one rough motion. “What are you doing...?” Jason gasped, searching my eyes for answers, his voice trembling. But I d
I stared at my reflection in the full-length mirror, adjusting the collar of my shirt. It had been months since I last saw my mother, and now I was going to face her right before her wedding anniversary gala tomorrow. I used to adore her. Hell, a part of me still did. But seeing her standing beside Jason’s father—a man Aunt Sabrina had repeatedly warned was nothing more than a silver-tongued gold digger just felt wrong. It had placed an unbridgeable distance between us. Knock. Knock. I turned toward the open doorway. Standing right outside was Jason, dressed in dark trousers and a fitted blue t-shirt, his hair artfully tousled, those warm hazel eyes fixated on me. “I’m ready,” he said, his voice quiet. Giving my jacket one last adjustment, I walked toward the door, slowing my steps as I drew closer to him. The subtle, familiar scent of his cologne filled my senses, instantly causing a familiar twitch beneath my briefs. “You owe me something, you know,” I growled low, my voice
“Jason...” Charles reached out to touch my shoulder, but I recoiled instantly, shrinking away from his hand as if his skin burned.My face was a mask of total, horrific disbelief.“Why... why the fuck would you do that?” The words barely formed in my throat, choked by the sheer wave of betrayal crashing over me.I was supposed to be demanding answers. I was supposed to scream at him. How dare he record something so private behind our backs, leak it to the whole campus, and then turn around and act like my sweet, gentle savior?Christ. Maddox’s warnings flashed aggressively through my mind. He had tried to tell me. He had tried to keep me away from him—everyone that had to do with him.“Jason, you have to listen to me... I didn’t do this to harm you—”“Harm me?” I let out a harsh, bitter scoff, cutting him off completely. Panic, anger, disgust, and shame surged through my veins all at once, making my skin tingle.I didn't even know what I was supposed to feel first. Whether I should be
I tossed on the mattress, the pounding behind my temples making it feel as though my head were about to split wide open.I groaned in my sleep, shifting uncomfortably against the sheets, when a soft voice broke through the haze.“Are you okay?”Maddox? I blinked, trying to clear the fog... no, that definitely didn't sound like Maddox.“Jason...” the voice called again, finally pulling me out of my half-conscious state.“Charles...” I muttered, forcing my heavy eyelids open.“Hey... you’re awake,” Charles said, his voice calm and coaxing as he sat down on the edge of my bed.I pushed myself upright, the room spinning around me so violently that I could barely keep both eyes focused.“Are you okay?” He asked gently. I barely had the strength to nod before the rich, soothing aroma of hot chamomile tea drifted toward my nose. “Here, drink this. It’ll help with the hangover.”I wrapped both hands tightly around the warm ceramic mug, bringing it to my lips and taking a slow, cautious sip.C
I blinked once—twice. Was I seeing correctly? Jace immediately turned away from me, this time his bare ass faced towards me. He would have gone ahead to grab a towel or something to cover up but there didn't seem to be anything closer to his reach and he could only stand there, smooth round ass
Right from where I was seated, I could see Jace panting this time, sweating profusely as though I had asked him to do more than fifteen laps, but there he was, skating around the ice as though it were a death sentence. Is this his first time seeing an ice rink or what? Seated here I couldn't ev
It’s been two days and Maddox words have continuously rang in my head. I was seated in the library staring at my phone with my dad's contact displaying on the screen. I never wanted to bother him. I knew the moment I complained to Dad, Mrs. Donovan would step in to smooth things over—which woul
With a slight frown creasing my brows I dragged my luggage towards the apartment that stood big and mighty right in front of me. No matter how far I ran, life always dragged me back toward him. And now, after years of distance, I was walking straight into the one place I swore I’d never share with



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