Semua Bab Tangled Hearts On Wheels: Bab 41 - Bab 50

CarloBlaze stared at me with both embarrassment and anger… Honestly I had thought he pretended not to remember that night, that’s one reason I pushed this whole contract shit. If he wanted to deny the night that ruined my sanity, I’d let him remember every bit of it.The second I see the way his eyes burn into me—his mouth tight, his chest rising like he’s holding back a scream—I fucking know. He remembers. And not just a flash. Not just a sliver. That night’s come back to him like a fucking punch to the gut.“You bastard,” he spits, voice shaking. “Do you know how much that memory was seared into my head? I was clinging to it like a lifeline but the person was you all this time?”Fuck.I blink, my heart pounding. I want to grab him, shake him, kiss the anger off his face, but I don’t move yet. His voice is raw, broken, and underneath all that fury, there’s pain.Real fucking pain.And that does something to me.What the fuck does he mean by lifeline? That night wasn’t just sex for h

BlazeHe spills his hot cum all over my face as he grabs my head and pulls me away, groaning through clenched teeth. Seeing the expression on his face gives me a twisted satisfaction... seeing how much he's helpless under my touch.He finally raises his head, our eyes locking for a while before he stretches his hand to wipe the cum off my face—but instead, he grabs me. In one swift movement, he flips me, my back hitting the couch, legs in the air like I’m some fuck toy he just unwrapped."Carlo—" I start to say, but he ain't listening. His fingers are already yanking my boxers off like it personally offended him.I don't fight it.He raises both my legs with one arm, his palm still wet with his cum, and then he fucking slides his hand straight into my hole."Did you get wet on both sides from sucking me?" he smirks, that cocky expression that used to piss me off so bad. But now? It makes my stomach twist and burn in a whole different way. Shit, I even blush.Fucking hell, I blush like

CarloHow Blaze and I managed to drop our defenses and set our differences aside still baffles me. It’s like we spent years burying something real beneath layers of resentment—hatred we clung to so tightly, we forgot what even started it.Ever since that night he saw my tattoo, things have shifted. There’s this magnetic pull between us now, like gravity finally gave up fighting. He’s loosened up around me, more open, more… him. It’s almost hard to believe we were ever at each other’s throats, and somehow, that contrast makes every moment with him feel even more addictive.But the more I accept how deep I’ve fallen for this idiot—the same one I’ve been pretending to hate for years—the more I start to unravel. I’ve known it since that damn first night: I love him. And now that I do, everything feels more fragile. He keeps putting up this wall every time I try to move us forward, like he’s scared of what it means. Hell, maybe I am too.What if I cancel the contract? Will he walk away? Wi

Blaze“You better not fucking crash this car,” I mutter, yanking at my seatbelt, heart already pounding harder than it should.Carlo just smirks, cocky bastard. His hands are steady on the wheel, but his eyes? They flash that wicked glint he gets when he’s about to do something dumb, dangerous, or insanely hot.“That depends,” he says smoothly. “You gonna let me fuck you or not?”I shoot him a side-eye, trying to play it cool, even though my dick’s already half-hard from just hearing his voice drop like that. “You’re ridiculous. We’re literally still close to Felix’s street.”“And your point is?”“My point is I’m not about to get railed in a fucking car while his neighbors walk their dogs.”Carlo chuckles low in his throat. “Relax, princess. I know a spot.”I roll my eyes, annoyed that I’m not already yelling for him to turn the fuck around. But I don’t. I sit there, arms crossed, staring at the road like I give a damn. Truth is—I’m buzzing. Still. Ever since brunch.Watching Felix ne

Blaze“Yo, pass me that damn wrench, the long one.” I snap, wiping the sweat off my forehead with my bare arm. My fingers are greasy, my shirt’s half soaked from crawling under the damn bike for hours, and my head’s pounding.Felix slides the wrench across the floor to me. “You need a break, man. That bike’s dead, let it rest in peace.”“It ain’t dead. She’s just a stubborn bitch.” I grumble, grabbing the tool and getting back to twisting bolts. “Kinda like someone I know.”He laughs. “Talking about me or Carlo?”I pause. My hand freezes. The sound of metal scraping metal halts. I pretend like I didn’t hear shit. “Don’t piss me off.”“Touchy.”I flip him off under the bike.Minutes pass. Silence settles in. The only sound is the occasional clink of my tools and the buzz from the old fan spinning weakly in the corner.“You know your hands are magic, right?” Felix says the moment he ends the call he was on secs ago.I snort, not even looking up from the bike engine I’m elbow-deep in. “I