LOGINBrandon’s lips brushed against mine, his voice a low murmur. “Didn’t think you’d be on your knees for me so soon, sunflower.” I shoved him back, breath unsteady. “This isn’t a game.” But it was. With his father cutting him off and his half-brother poised to take everything, Cameron had no choice. Marrying Brandon the man he despised most—was the only way to secure his inheritance. Brandon was insufferable. Arrogant. And worst of all… he was enjoying every second of this. Cameron was straight. He hated him. Or was he?
View MoreCameron’s POV I woke up before my alarm.Which is weird, because normally I’d need like three alarms and a threat from God himself to drag me out of bed. But something about today felt different. Lighter. Calmer. Maybe it was because Brandon fell asleep on my shoulder last night after “helping me study”—which was really just him telling me I was smart every five minutes—but still.I hadn’t meant for him to stay the night. He didn’t mean to either. We were supposed to study. That was the plan. But then we kissed and talked and kissed again and the next thing I knew, he was out cold, half on my pillow, half on my chest, breathing like someone who trusted me.I didn’t want to move him.So I didn’t.Now he was lying beside me, stretched out like he owned the entire bed. His curls were squished to one side, his mouth slightly open, and his hand was still loosely holding mine.I stared at him for way too long.Don’t judge me.It’s his fault for looking peaceful and stupidly attractive at t
Brandon’s POVIf someone had told me two months ago that I’d be spending my Friday night watching Cameron pace a dorm room like a stressed-out cat, I would’ve laughed. Or at least pretended to. But here I was, half-sitting, half-sliding down the side of his bed while he muttered something about “stoichiometric ratios” like they personally offended him.He didn’t even notice me watching him.Which, honestly, was rude. I am very watchable.“Babe,” I finally said, tapping my pen against my notebook. “You’ve walked that same circle around your room like—ten times now. My eyes are starting to follow you like a tennis match.”Cameron stopped pacing only long enough to glare at me. “Brandon. If I don’t pass this midterm, I swear—”“You’ll what?” I leaned back on his pillow and smirked. “Break up with me? Impossible. You like me too much.”He rolled his eyes, but the corner of his mouth twitched. That tiny almost-smile was my favorite thing in the entire universe. “You’re not helping.”“I’m t
Cameron’s POVBy the time the sun dipped outside Brandon’s window, we had gone through the flash drive three times. Every file. Every screenshot. Every stupid audio clip that made me want to throw the laptop out the window. My head felt full — like someone had poured boiling water into my skull and expected me to smile about it.Brandon sat cross-legged beside me on the bed, tapping his fingers against his knee in that restless way he gets when he’s thinking too fast.“So,” he said finally, “we’ve got a hundred receipts and a stepbrother with the emotional maturity of a mango. What’s our next move?”I groaned. “We confront him.”Brandon blinked like I’d just suggested wrestling a bear. “Cam—”“No. We need answers. Real ones.” I rubbed my face. “I’m done letting him play games while we just sit here freaking out.”Brandon looked unconvinced. “Your brother is literally sabotaging your life from the shadows like a budget Batman villain. Confronting him sounds like chapter one of a true c
Cameron’s POV Brandon didn’t let go of my hand the entire drive back to his dorm. He kept glancing at me like he was checking to see if I was about to spontaneously combust. Honestly? I kinda felt like I was. My insides were doing somersaults, my head was buzzing, and every time I thought about Drake’s voice in that video, my stomach twisted so hard I wanted to scream.We parked behind Brandon’s building, tucked between two old black SUVs. He shut the engine off and turned to me immediately.“Cam,” he said softly. “You’re doing that thing where you go full ‘internal meltdown mode’ while pretending you’re fine. I know that face.”I blinked. “This is my normal face, do not profile me.”He snorted. “Your normal face is cute. This one looks like you’re five seconds away from punching something.”“I am five seconds away from punching something.”He reached out, thumb brushing my jaw in that soft, annoyingly caring way. “Punch me when we get upstairs. Not the car; it’s innocent.”Even when
Cameron’s POVWhen I woke up, sunlight was already bleeding through the car windows, pale and cold. For a second, I didn’t even remember where we were. My head was on Brandon’s chest, his arms still wrapped around me like I was something he was afraid to lose. His heartbeat thumped steady under my ear — soft, real, grounding.Then it hit me. The rain. Peter. The warning.Everything came flooding back, and the calm shattered.I sat up quickly, blinking the sleep out of my eyes. “Brandon, wake up.”He stirred, groaning. “Five more minutes, sunflower. I swear I’ll be good.”I rolled my eyes but nudged his shoulder. “I’m serious. Check your phone.”He frowned and dug his phone out of his pocket. I watched his expression twist the second the screen lit up. No signal. No Wi-Fi. Nothing. Just a blank, empty connection bar and a frozen time display that hadn’t changed since 4:13 a.m.“Okay, that’s creepy,” he said, sitting up straighter. “Even for middle-of-nowhere gas stations.”I checked mi
Brandon’s POVThe rain didn’t let up all night. It came down in sheets, blurring the road ahead until all I could see were streaks of gray and the faint glow of the headlights. Cameron sat in the passenger seat, quiet, watching the drops slide down his window. His hoodie was still damp, the sunflower charm on his zipper catching the light every few seconds when we hit a bump.I wanted to say something — a joke, a reassurance, anything to make him smile again — but my throat felt tight. Every time I blinked, I kept seeing Peter’s face in that alley. The fear in his eyes. The way he said they’re watching everything.It wasn’t over. Not even close.We pulled into a rest stop by the old bridge, one of those rundown gas stations that still sold hot cocoa from a machine that looked like it hadn’t been cleaned since the 90s. I killed the engine, and the sudden quiet was deafening.Cameron turned to me. “You think Peter made it out?”I didn’t answer right away. I didn’t want to lie. “I think












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