Semua Bab WRECK ME QUIETLY: Bab 91 - Bab 100

SAMANTHAI dragged the sheets off my sticky skin and stood up, still breathless. “We need a bath,” I said, my voice hoarse.Mason didn’t move.He lay there like a man who just ran a marathon through hell and heaven.His bare chest rose and fell slowly, like he was still catching up. And his eyes, God, those eyes—stayed locked on me like I was still unraveling in front of him.“Bath?” he echoed, a lazy grin tugging at his lips. “You’re standing naked in front of me and that’s the word you choose?”I raised a brow. “You want me to change it to a cold shower?”That got him.He groaned, dragging a hand over his face before sitting up with that delicious stretch of his arms behind him. “You’re a menace.”“And you’re filthy,” I shot back, walking toward the bathroom. “Come on.”Before I could take another step, he was out of bed and grabbing me by the waist.I yelped, arms instinctively wrapping around his neck as he lifted me bridal-style, like I weighed nothing. “Mason—”“Shhh.” He kissed

SAMANTHAThe door swung open before I knocked the second time.Macey stood there in leggings and a cropped hoodie, hair piled on top of her head in that messy, effortless way that made her look like she lived on Pinterest.She barely blinked before smirking. “Girl, my brother refused to let you go without imprinting himself on you. You reek of sex.”Heat crept up my neck and flushed my cheeks. “Hi, Mace.”She leaned on the doorframe like she was hosting a talk show. “Hi, Sam. You wanna come in? Or just stand there marinated in whatever testosterone-laced cologne situation you’ve got going on?”I snorted and stepped inside, trying to act like I didn’t feel like I was leaking Mason all over her hallway.“Go shower,” she said, shutting the door behind me with a snap. “You smell like you were baptized in sex. Like dipped and held under.”I shot her a glare over my shoulder. “You’re not normal.”“And you’re not very subtle,” she called out as I headed toward the guest room. “Wine’s downsta

MASONThe phone rang again.For the fourth damn time."Mom," I muttered under my breath, glancing at the screen like it might magically change to someone else.But no. Same name. Same reason. Same persistent nudge I’d been ignoring for days now.She wanted me to come home. Again. Said Dad was “ready to talk,” whatever that meant.I’d just dropped Samantha off at Macey’s place.I could still taste her on my lips and still feel her warmth in my chest. My shirt smelled like her. My hands still ached from touching her. Holding her. Worshipping her like she was the only thing in the world that ever felt real.And now this…I let the call ring out and tossed the phone onto the passenger seat.Peace with him? After all he said?Nah. I was not ready.I should’ve driven to the penthouse. Cracked open a bottle of something smooth, turned on the sound system, and maybe collapsed face-first into my pillow because it still smelled like her.But instead, like a goddamn idiot, I turned the wheel in t

SAMANTHAThe moment I dropped the call, my heart didn’t feel right. I just sat there, staring at the blank screen like it would fix the knot in my chest. It didn’t.My fingers tightened around the phone as my mind spun back to Macey’s words, still echoing like some twisted nursery rhyme.“He walked away from signing with Chicago.”My stomach had flipped. Then twisted. Then completely dropped out of my body.“Wait. What?” I’d asked, blinking like I misheard her.But Macey had only smirked. All teeth and zero remorse.“He’s not going pro. Because of you.”Now I was sitting on my bed in my towel, skin still damp from the world’s most useless bath, heart thudding against my ribcage like it was trying to escape.“Fuck,” I whispered, staring at the wall. “What the hell…”Tell me this is a joke. Please.But Macey hadn’t laughed. She’d just looked smug, like she’d won something.“You already have my brother wrapped around your little finger,” she said, sipping wine like it was water. “Guess yo

SAMANTHA4:00 a.m.Sleep was easy beside Mason. Waking up before him wasn’t.My body wanted to stay curled into his warmth, his hand still lazily splayed across my thigh like even in his sleep, he was afraid I’d disappear. But my mind? It was already racing.The moment I blinked awake, the to-do list hit me like a slap. Assignment. Study group. Emails. Quiz. God, had I replied to my professor?I eased out of bed as quietly as I could, holding my breath when the mattress creaked. Mason didn’t stir. Of course he didn’t, he could sleep through an earthquake.I grabbed the throw blanket off the chair, wrapped it around my body, and tiptoed across the room like I was trying to sneak out of a crime scene.My desk sat by the window, bathed in soft gray light that hadn’t decided if it was still night or morning.I sat down, cracked open my laptop, and exhaled.Okay. Three hours. That’s all I needed. Three hours of focus. Three hours of convincing myself I had control over my life.My textbooks