All Chapters of WRECK ME QUIETLY: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

SAMANTHAThe morning after always hits the same: a dull ache spreading through my limbs, a ghost of pleasure lingering just beneath my skin. I woke up in my small apartment, the sunlight barely peeking through the dusty blinds. The room smelled like my perfume and burnt toast.My body ached with every move, the soreness settling deep in my muscles. But it wasn’t a bad kind of ache. No, it was the kind that left a strange little shiver behind, the kind that reminded me of him.Unlike my past relationships—where everything was soft, slow, and coated in promises—with Mason, it was different.I craved the control, the way he took without asking but still made me feel wanted. It wasn’t love. It wasn’t gentle. But maybe that’s what made it feel so real. Raw. Sharp around the edges.I pulled the blanket tighter around my body and glanced at the nightstand. The envelope was sitting exactly where I left it—thick, neatly folded, a silent agreement. I reached for it, running my fingers across th

SAMANTHAAfter class, I barely made it out of the building before Macey came bouncing up beside me, arms full of notes, a tote bag sliding off her shoulder, and an iced coffee threatening to spill.“There you are,” she said, squinting at me through the sunlight. “You’re glowing, girl. That dress is unfair.”I smiled, letting the compliment slide over me like a warm breeze. “It’s just clothes.”Macey gave me a look. “Sure. And I’m the queen of England.”We started walking toward the café across campus, our steps matching in rhythm. It was still early enough that the sidewalks weren’t crowded, just a few students scattered about, the hum of music and voices floating in the background.A familiar voice called from behind us. “Hey, ladies.”We turned to see Liam catching up. Tall, messy hair, wide grin. He had this boyish charm that made him seem like he belonged in a high school romance movie, the kind where everyone still believed in happy endings.“Statistics seminar survivor,” he adde

MASONI woke up before the alarm.The room was quiet. Dim gray light pushed through the curtains, casting soft shadows across the floor.I didn’t move. Just lay there for a while, staring at the ceiling, letting my mind run through drills and strategy. Scrimmage was in two days. Coach wanted blood. I’d give him more than that.Beside me, Audrey slept peacefully.She always looked perfect when she slept—like something frozen in time. Golden hair fanned out on my pillow, her lips parted slightly, her hand resting over my chest. Gentle. Fragile.And yet, I felt nothing.Not like I was supposed to.We’d been together over a year now. She was the face that smiled beside me in photos. The one everyone thought I’d marry. Figure skater. Pre-med. Ice princess. She looked good on my arm.And I liked her. I did.But it wasn’t fire. It wasn’t chaos.It wasn’t… her.I shut that thought down fast and slid out of bed.The shower was cold at first. I welcomed it. I needed clear thoughts and tight foc

SAMANTHAI sat at the far end of the Marie's cafe, tucked into the corner like I always was.My coffee had gone cold. I still stirred it, slow and absent, the metal spoon tapping gently against the ceramic. My sandwich sat half-eaten on the tray. I wasn’t really hungry.I had changed before coming here—traded my thick coat for a pale cream sweater. It was warm inside, but I still needed something long-sleeved. I couldn’t risk the marks showing. The ones Mason left behind.My body still ached a little from earlier.Macey sat across from me, ranting about something I barely registered. Liam sat beside her, tossing in sarcastic comments. They were arguing again. Tea vs coffee, or some other nonsense. I smiled once or twice just to keep them from asking why I was so quiet.Then the cafe's door swung open—and the vibes shifted.I didn’t have to look.I knew it was them. I could feel it in the air. Loud, careless laughter. Boots stomping in. Energy that filled every space like they were too

SAMANTHAI stared at his message for a second too long, my thumb hovering.I should’ve ignored it. Pretended I was asleep. Let the night pass without him.But I didn’t.Yeah, I typed back.There was no delay in his next text. Like he’d been waiting, watching the screen light up.What are you wearing?I smirked a little, the corner of my lip lifting without thinking. I knew what he wanted to hear.The red lingerie you bought me last summer.A pause. Just a breath of silence between us. But I could feel it. Him. Liking it. Thinking about it.Wanting more.I added, Your sister’s here. Crashed on my couch. I can’t come out tonight. And I’m sore.That last part wasn’t meant to be cruel—it was just the truth. He hadn’t exactly been gentle the last time.But Mason didn’t take offense. His reply hit harder.Go to your room. Switch to video. I want to see you.I blinked at the screen, my pulse starting to rise.There it was—that pull again. That quiet command in his voice, even through a text.