Love To Hate Me のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

I walk down the stairs at midnight, rubbing my sleepy eyes. I still can't understand why I've been so hungry today. Maybe it's because I know Asael isn't here to finish all the food in the fridge; he's been staying at his penthouse a lot lately.As I enter the kitchen, a soft clatter and rustle gushes, and I immediately pull out my knife from my pocket."Who's there?!" My eyes darts to the fridge, and Jasper slowly emerges from hiding, raising his hands and holding the wrapped leftover lasagna from this morning."Do you always carry that knife with you?" He asks, his eyes dulling slightly.I groan, running my fingers through my hair, and shove my knife back into my pocket. "I get cranky when I don't get enough sleep."Plus, I left my gun upstairs—beneath my pillow."You're here 'cause you're hungry, right?" Jasper's eyebrows shoot up, his innocent expression a thinly veiled ruse. "It's midnight."I scowl. "Shut up and heat up the lasagna."In utter frustration, I fling myself out of t

I wrap my towel around my head and step out of the room, my stomach growling with hunger. The irresistible aroma of freshly baked waffles wafts through the air, making my mouth water. Deep, rumbling chuckles follow, and I smile, anticipating a warm breakfast.As I make my way downstairs, the sound of gunfire and shouting echoes from the sitting room. I peer inside to find Ethan and a stranger with messy, dirty-blonde hair and piercing green eyes engrossed in a heated video game battle.As I enter the room, they both turn to face me. The stranger's expression is a mix of confusion and curiosity, while Ethan's eyes sparkle with amusement."Hello there, Jasper," he says, waving at me.I feel a nervous flutter in my chest, and my voice cracks as I reply, "H... hi."I approach the table, where a mouth watering spread of waffles, bacon, eggs, and toast is laid out. The delicious scent I'd been following has finally led me to its source.Ethan's grin widens as he asks, "Are you living here n

Clicking the lighter in my grip, a spark erupts, spreading a brief, soft warmth on my face. The flame's gentle dance hypnotizes me, but my mind remains a jumble of voices. The chaos of whispers and screams in my head... a relentless, maddening chorus... threatens to consume me. It's a familiar, suffocating feeling. I focus on the sound of the lighter, the soft whoosh of the flame, and the gentle hum of the music drifting up from downstairs. My eyes trails out the window, to the night sky where the stars twinkle like diamonds scattered across the velvet expanse. Hesitantly... I search for a glimpse of Rhys, but the darkness reveals nothing. That fucker dropped me off at rehearsals this morning and hasn't shown his face since. The mansion now feels empty and oppressive. Only Luciano, Ethan, and the dirty blonde guy, whose name is Mason Augustus, inhabit its sprawling halls. It's clear they're not losing sleep over Rhys and Asael's whereabouts. I, on the other hand, am wor

Rhys's face transforms into a captivating canvas of crimson, a deep flush spreading across his cheeks. The flush spreads from his cheeks to his ears, painting them a deep scarlet. And his eyes are gleaming with a blend of shock and intrigue. His lips part, but no words escape. He's rendered speechless, a rarity that fills me with a thrill of satisfaction. I take a step closer, my feet moving on their own accord. The space between us dwindles, and I can feel the tension building like a charged force. He's staring at me like I've gone insane. Maybe I have gone insane, but Rhys is driving me to the brink, and I'm determined to push back. "Do you doubt me, Rhys Volkov?" I ask, my voice low and gruff as I raise my hand to his chest. Rhys's skin is warm to the touch, radiating a gentle heat that seeps into my fingertips. I drag my fingers down his strong abs, squeezing gently, and his muscles flex beneath my touch. "I..." He finally speaks, his throat bobbing heavily as he struggles to

"No, no, I told the chick I'm not into her like that," Keon says with a grin as he digs into the pastries. "I'm just a very chill guy." I shake my head, amused. "It's normal for people to think you have a crush on them, Keon. You smile way too much and you're ridiculously friendly." I shrug. "How do you even do that? People suck the energy out of me." Just then, an image flashes in my mind. Rhys under the shower, water cascading down his chiseled tattooed body. My nipples tingle at the memory of his tongue, and I feel a prick of frustration in my chest. Dammit! Asael just had to ruined the moment between me and Rhys, leaving me to jerk off alone, with Rhys' underwear!! Keon's voice interrupts my thoughts. "I'm curious, how do you live without interacting with anyone?" He eyes me teasingly, his grin contagious. I tsk, biting into my donut. "I interact, just not as much as you do." Keon chuckles, and I continue, "Besides, someone has to keep you from failing your classes." Keon