Masuk~ ALISTAIR ~ I hate him. There’s no point in admiring what you can’t be. I hate his sharp tongue, his smug smirk, the way he looks at me like he already knows how this ends. I don’t like men. Calvin Rutledge is a problem. A problem I can’t ignore. A problem that’s in my face, under my skin, unraveling me one smirk at a time. But the worst part? I want him. And he knows it. Now, every glance burns, every touch lingers, and every fight makes me crave the one thing I swore I’d never want—him. A man. A know-it-all who plays by his own rules. I was never supposed to want him. And yet, here I am… falling. __ ~ CALVIN ~ I know his type. Rich. Arrogant. A cocky football star who thinks the world revolves around him. Alistair Morano is all that—and more. My sworn enemy. My reluctant project partner. My ‘boss’. He thinks I’m just another nerd he can push around. Cute. But here’s the thing—he’s the one being played. By the time he realizes I’m the one pulling the strings, it’ll be too late. Because he’ll be mine. Mine to tease. Mine to break. Mine to ruin. And when he finally falls? I’ll be right there, waiting to catch him, just to break him all over again.
Lihat lebih banyak~ CALVIN ~Alistair Morano has changed.That much is clear.After the outdoor gym… after the night I thought he’d avoid me, ghost me, pretend like nothing ever happened again, he didn’t.Which was weird.Because that’s exactly what he did the first time I touched him. In class. Then at the club All that tension and heat and whatever the hell that was—he shut it down like a switch and carried on like he probably wasn’t unraveling inside.But now?It’s like he’s the one who flipped the switch.We’ve been stuck in each other’s orbit ever since. Two days in now and the bastard hasn’t left my side. Not in class, not during project sessions, not even when lecturers threw us together for reasons best known to them.Not that I’m complaining. But it’s… a lot.He doesn’t say much. Still has that heavy air around him like the world’s pressing too hard on his ribs.But he tries. Like, actual effort. On the group project. On coaching sessions. On… me.That’s the strange part.It’s like he wants t
~ ALISTAIR ~I feel… weirdly calm.Not in the peaceful, zen kind of way. More like the numb kind. Like the part of me that’s usually screaming has finally shut up for a second, and now the silence is somehow louder.The mansion is cold when I step inside. Lights too white. Marble too clean. I walk in without a word, don’t even glance toward the lounge where I know he’s probably sitting with a drink and disappointment.He doesn’t say anything either.Good.I’m not sure what I’d do if he did. Maybe throw something or crumble.Instead, I take the stairs two at a time and head straight for my room. My hoodie still smells like sweat and regret and him, and my mouth still feels like him.God, Calvin.I touch my lips before I even realize I’m doing it, then yank my hand away like I caught fire. Which is ironic, because that’s what it felt like a couple hours ago—burning from the inside out.He touched me like I mattered.Held me like I wasn’t too much.And I let him.I don’t even know what t
~ CALVIN ~ His voice is soft. Too soft. Like he'll back out any moment from now. I don’t move. For a second, I just stare at him—at the sheen of sweat across his jaw, the unspoken ache in his eyes, the way his lips part like he’s bracing for rejection but hoping I’ll be cruel enough to give in. “Alistair…” I whisper, my voice too hoarse, too tender. No, I don't do tender. “I need…” he begins, then stops himself. Swallows. Looks away like the moment’s gotten too big for his ego. But I don’t let him retreat. I close the final inch between us. My hand slides up his chest, past his racing heart, and finds the side of his neck. “You sure?” I ask, thumb brushing his jaw. He nods. Once. Tightly. “Yeah, I gue—” And so I kiss him. Not gentle. Not brutal. Just… desperate. His mouth is hot, frantic against mine, like he’s trying to inhale me, like he wants to carve the taste of me into the grief that’s gutting him. He fists my jacket, pulling me closer, and I let him. Let him set th
~ CALVIN ~My phone buzzes once. Then again.I’m lying on my back, textbook splayed across my chest, eyes unfocused on the ceiling.I don’t even realize I’ve stopped reading until the second buzz pulls me out of my haze.Bastard: Meet me. Please.And below that—Bastard: I don’t wanna be alone right now.I sit up slowly, the weight of the words hitting me harder than I expected.He doesn’t say much.Never has.But when he does… it’s either to piss me off or pull my soul out of me without even trying.This—this isn’t that Alistair.This is the one he keeps buried beneath arrogance and adrenaline.Maybe it's a prank.The Alistair I know has pride and ego as big as the globe.So, I shrug it off and pick my book again, trying so hard but failing to focus.Some minutes later, my phone buzzes again.Location shared.Huh? He's actually… serious?I stare at it for a second longer than I should. I know this place. Two streets away, the outdoor gym plus playing ground.I grab my jacket and don’






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