Lahat ng Kabanata ng Pucking Forbidden Claim: Kabanata 341 - Kabanata 350

Rook POVDragging Kade into the house is like trying to wrangle a damn toddler, if the toddler was drunk off his ass and the size of a hockey player. He’s completely gone, barely holding his own weight as he leans into me, mumbling incoherent shit under his breath.My dad stands by the wall, arms crossed, smirking like this is the most entertaining thing he’s ever seen.“Having fun?” he asks, clearly amused as Kade sways against me.“Nikolai!” Kade points at him like he just made the greatest discovery of his life.I sigh. “No, not tonight, Kade.” I push him forward, but he resists, turning his attention fully to my father. “You’re drunk, and you say stupid shit when you’re drunk. You might be taking over, but that doesn’t mean my dad won’t still beat your ass.”Kade just laughs, his eyes unfocused. “He can try.” Then, as if that

Kade POVI wake up wet, not from the water Rook threw over me, but sweat. Trying to move I can’t and I realise why. Rook is literally wrapped around my body like a fucking koala.My body is numb from his fucking death grip. “Rook,” I groan barely able to breathe.He kisses my neck and I smile.“Can I breathe please?”“No,” he mumbles and pulls me closer holding me tighter until I groan.“Oxygen needed,” I croak out as he tightens his holds. “I hope you’re into necrophilia cause I’m about to pass out.”Groaning he releases me slightly so I can actually suck in a full breath. I begin to turn in his hold until I’m facing him. “I thought you had got up and gone down?”“I was going to, then I decided to cuddle.” He shrugs and pulls me closer. “You’re back at work tomorrow, so I decided to kidnap you for the day.&rd

Kade POVWe find a booth near the window, the sun streaming in, making the moment feel even more relaxed. Rook drums his fingers against the tabletop, watching me. “So, where are we going after this? Since you failed to plan anything.”I take a sip of my coffee, thinking. “This was your plan originally, remember? I guess somewhere quiet. Somewhere without a crowd.”His head tilts slightly. “That’s rare for you. Usually, you like the chaos.”I shrug. “Just feel like having a day without noise.”He studies me for a moment, then nods. “Alright, I think I’ve got an idea.”Our food arrives, and I watch as Rook practically drowns his plate in syrup, drizzling it over the toast until it’s practically swimming. I take a bite of my own food, shaking my head as he happily digs in.“You’re worse than Harlow,” I comment.“She learned from

Rook POVKade is standing at the counter, fully focused, arranging fruit on a plate like it’s a goddamn art project. A full spread of Christmas-themed food covers the table, pancakes dusted with powdered sugar to look like a snowman, a Santa face made out of whipped cream, raspberries, and banana slices, and a Christmas tree crafted from carefully placed kiwi slices with pomegranate seeds acting as ornaments. There’s even a candy cane made from alternating slices of strawberries and bananas.I stop in the doorway, just watching him. The way his brows knit together in concentration as he carefully adjusts a strawberry on the Santa pancake. The way his lips quirk slightly, like he’s actually enjoying himself.This isn’t just some thrown-together breakfast. This is something special.“You do realise Harlow would be happy with a bowl of cereal, right?” I tease, stepping forward.Kade glances up, a smirk on his lips.

Kade POVLifting it, I run my thumb over the back, pausing when I see the engraving.“I would have waited forever.”My chest tightens at the words, then I notice the initals. I know this watch.“This was my dad’s,” I whisper, my throat suddenly dry. I glance up at Rook, my hands tightening around the leather band. “How—”He leans forward, elbows on his knees, watching me carefully. “Your mom,” he says simply. “She told me who she sold it to. It's taken a lot to track down, but I found it for you. The strap was replaced with an original one as the one that it came with was broken.”I swallow hard, gripping the watch. It’s heavier now, weighted with something more than just time.“You had mentioned it, and I asked her and she told me a week before…” He trails off, but we both know how that sentence ends. Before she died. Before I ev