Semua Bab WRECK ME QUIETLY: Bab 101 - Bab 110

SAMANTHAMy legs barely worked this morning. And it was all Mason’s fault.I rolled over with a groan, sheets tangling around my ankles. Every muscle in my body felt rung out, used, stretched, and just the right kind of sore.He didn’t just touch me.He tore through me like I was something delicate. Like he couldn’t believe I’d let him. Like I’d disappear if he wasn’t careful.The worst part?I let him. No… worse, I wanted him to… all the time.I sat up slowly, winced a little, and dragged myself to the bathroom.The mirror was a mess. My hair was half a knot and my lips were a little puffy. I looked like someone who’d had a long, long night and a ruinous morning.He left me wrecked and smiling.“I hate him,” I muttered to my reflection, but it came out soft. Full of affection I didn’t know what to do with. “I actually hate him.”The shower was hot and steamy and completely useless at scrubbing my skin. I tried to shake the memory of his mouth on my neck, the way he’d whispered somethi

SAMANTHAI had to literally peel myself out of Mason’s arms this morning.No exaggeration. He had both arms wrapped around my waist like a human seatbelt and mumbled something about me being “his forever blanket.”It would’ve been cute if it wasn’t already ten minutes past when I was supposed to get up.“Mason,” I groaned, squirming. “Let go. I’m going to be late.”“You’re warm,” he mumbled, voice thick with sleep. “Stay.”“I have to study.”“You can study here.”“With you biting my neck every five minutes?”He peeked one eye open and smirked. “That’s called encouragement.”The moment I mentioned I’d be seeing Liam and Macey today, he perked right up. Like full wake-up mode. Suddenly he was all hands and kisses, his mouth trailing down my shoulder, leaving hickeys like I was a damn canvas.“You’re marking me,” I said, breathless, trying to push him off gently.“Exactly.” He smiled into my skin. “Maybe Liam will get the hint.”I rolled my eyes, even as my stomach flipped. “You’re ridic

SAMANTHAI got dressed slowly, like dragging myself through water.Every movement felt heavier than it should’ve. The emerald green dress hung on the back of the closet door like it was watching me. Judging me. Pretty. Elegant. Safe.The kind of dress you wear when you want to be noticed, but not too much. When you want to say, “I belong here,” even if deep down, you’re not sure you do.I slipped it on anyway. It hugged my figure in that careful, flattering way… respectful, not desperate. Modest, but still me.I curled my hair into soft waves, letting them fall over one shoulder. Pinned back one side so it looked intentional. Composed. In control.Makeup was minimal, dewy foundation, a little blush, mascara, and nude lips. Just enough to glow. Not enough to scream, "Look at me."I didn’t want to look like I was trying too hard. I just… wanted to look like I still fit into Mason’s world. Into the Carters’ world. Even if I wasn’t sure I did anymore.I stared at my reflection, trying not

SAMANTHAI woke up with a plan.Read two chapters. Revise lecture notes. Maybe attempt that sketch I'd been putting off since forever. I had a project due for Advanced Fashion Illustration, and my brain needed to be on, like, now.Only... I couldn’t move.Not because I was tired.Because Mason was still inside me.Literally.I blinked at the ceiling in pure horror.The room was dim, golden morning light slipping through the curtains. His arm was slung over my waist, palm resting low on my belly like he owned me. And his body was wrapped around mine, warm and possessive and impossibly close.I froze, not breathing. Oh no.I shifted—barely—and felt him still there. Still connected. Still thick and deep and insanely not conducive to productivity.And then, like a scene straight out of a hot mess rom-com, he stirred in his sleep. Just slightly. Just enough for him to harden again, stretching me from the inside like my body had been waiting for this exact moment to betray me.I sucked in a

SAMANTHAI slammed the door in her face.Hard.The sound hit the air like a slap, sharp and final, and for a second, everything went still.My pulse pounded in my ears. The hallway seemed to tilt beneath me, the silence ringing so loud it felt like screaming.I turned to Macey, breath short and ragged. My hands trembled at my sides.“What the fuck, Mace?” My voice cracked, hoarse with disbelief. “What the actual hell is going on?”She didn’t even blink. Her arms stayed crossed over her chest like she was bracing herself for impact. But her voice? Calm. Too calm.“She just wants to talk.”I blinked, almost laughed. “Are you serious right now? You thought it was a good idea to ambush me with Audrey? For what… closure? Reconciliation over tea? You do remember Mason cheated on her with me, right?”“She’s not here to scream,” Macey said, firm. “She just wants a conversation.”“Great. That’s not traumatic at all,” I snapped. “You invited her into your apartment and thought what? We’d have a