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Fifty Five
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2026-02-26 06:30:08The next afternoon, boredom hit me hard. I mean, how many times could I stare at the same cabin walls before my brain just turned to mush? Rowan was probably up in his room, coming up with new ways to be annoying, so I grabbed my phone, slipped on a sweater, and decided to explore the grounds before I lost my mind completely.
The woods behind the cabin were breathtaking. The air felt fresh and cool, and sunlight broke through the trees in golden beams that danced on the mossy ground.
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We followed him down the corridor, the house growing quieter and chillier as we went deeper. Logan’s study was just what I’d expected: dark wood paneling, floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, a massive desk that looked more like a throne, everything arranged with military-like precision.We spread out and started searching the filing cabinets, desk drawers, shelves, even the locked boxes that Frank somehow knew the combinations for. But the more we dug, the clearer it became: Logan had been thorough.Important documents were missing entire sections, files suspiciously incomplete, anything that could have been incriminating had vanished ages ago. The room wasn’t chaotic like it had been when Frank describe it earlier; instead, it felt intentionally bare, stripped down, sanitized.The absence of anything useful was louder than any smoking gun.I straightened up from the last drawer I’d checked, frustration tightening in my throat."We’ve looked everywhere," I said, wiping dust off my palms. "T
My Enemy [BL] Two Eighty
I leaned forward between the seats, gently placing a hand on each of their shoulders, hoping to hold the peace together."Both of you breathe. We’re not here to fight. We need answers. Let’s just get to the house and see what we can find."They both sighed, grudgingly and at the same time and the car fell back into a tense silence, which felt less like a truce and more like a temporary ceasefire.By the time we arrived at Logan’s house that evening, the sun had slipped below the horizon, leaving the massive estate illuminated by the cold blue of security lights.Thankfully, Logan was still away in Hayselville, and the place looked just as imposing and unwelcoming as I remembered. The long driveway snaked through impeccably maintained lawns that retained their beauty even in late fall. The house itself was a sprawling structure of glass, steel, and pale stone that managed to look both luxurious and utterly lifeless.Every window was dark except for the motion-sensor ones that flickered
My Enemy [BL] Two Seventy Nine
I slipped into the backseat of Frank’s sleek black SUV, feeling like I was about to dive into the world’s most awkward group therapy session, only this one was disguised as a stakeout. The leather felt cool against my thighs, even through my jeans, but the vibe inside the car was anything but comfortable.It was thick, charged, and predictably tense, almost as if it had been scripted for a bad sitcom. Rowan immediately called dibs on the front seat the moment we parked, slamming the door hard enough to make the whole vehicle shudder.I suspected he just did that stop me from sitting too close to Frank.Then he crossed his arms and shot a glare at the windshield, like the road itself had personally offended him. Frank slid behind the wheel in silence, his jaw clenched and knuckles turning white on the steering wheel, while I settled uncomfortably in the middle of the backseat, feeling like an unwilling referee stuck between two guys who’d rather die than admit they were breathing the s
My Enemy [BL] Two Seventy Eight
Rowan was across from me, legs stretched out, one ankle crossed over the other, staring at the floor like he had a personal vendetta against it. He hadn’t said more than three words since we left the hotel, and the silence between us was thick, filled with all the things we weren’t saying.Occasionally, his knee would bounce a couple times, then stop, as if he was trying to hold back from pacing the length of the limo. I wanted to reach out and squeeze his hand or crack some silly joke about us being in our own low-budget thriller, but the words just wouldn’t come. So instead, I watched the city lights blur across his face, trying not to dwell on how badly this could all go south.When the limo finally turned onto the long, winding drive leading to Willow Haven, the estate lights beamed against the night like a beacon that had lost its welcome months ago. Home didn’t feel like home anymore; it was more like the opening scene of a horror film where everyone insists "nothing’s changed"
My Enemy [BL] Two Seventy Seven
Before I could muster a token protest, I was being pulled forward through the crowd, Rowan dragged along beside me like he’d become just another accessory to the evening’s agenda. The music swelled around us again, the hum of polished laughter and expensive confidence closing in, and I felt that familiar knot of anxiety tighten in my chest until it was hard to breathe.We stopped at the first group, men in tailored suits that probably cost more than my tuition, women draped in silk and diamonds that sparkled like tiny stars, all of them smiling with that practiced ease of folks who had been doing this their whole lives.Names were tossed around too quickly for me to catch half of them, hands shaken, compliments exchanged like currency. I nodded when expected, smiled when someone looked at me expectantly, but the words blurred together, slipping by without sticking. With every introduction, my shoulders grew tense, my grip tightening on my phone in my pocket as if that were the only th
My Enemy [BL] Two Seventy Six
We didn’t stick around in the hallway longer than we had to. The heaviness of what we had just agreed to...dragging Frank into this chaos, aiming for Willow Haven, crossing that unspoken border we couldn’t ever go back on, felt like it was crushing my chest, making it impossible to just stand still.I could tell Rowan felt it too; he was already heading back into Logan’s suite with those swift, precise movements of his, like a soldier snapped back into formation after dodging a bullet."Okay," he said quietly, his voice low and intense as he gave the room one last look. "We need to put everything back. Exactly as it was. Not a drawer out of place, not a wrinkle on the pillows."I nodded, adrenaline racing through me like bad coffee, making my fingers tingle as I crossed the carpet and started to smooth out the bedspread we’d messed up in our frantic search. I fluffed the pillows into perfect, hotel-grade alignment, pressing them down until they looked untouched.Rowan was meticulous w
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