Todos los capítulos de Accidentally His.: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Miguel slammed the door behind him just as he was done talking, the sound echoing in the hallway like a gunshot. Inside the lounge, Drake stood frozen, chest tight and stomach knotted. His lips still tingled from where Miguel's breath had leaned in earlier, only to storm out seconds later.Drake didn’t understand it. Not the intensity in Miguel’s eyes. Not the sudden shift from maybe what he thought was closeness to rejection. And certainly not the look of heartbreak Drake thought he saw for a split second before the door slammed shut.His chest ached. Why would Miguel want him out of the academy?He was used to cruelty. But this? This kind of emotional whiplash from someone like Miguel,was a new kind of hurt. Drake bent slightly, palms on his knees, forcing himself to breathe.Just as he walked out to the hallway then, voices drifted in from the corners.."Did you hear about the party at Miguel's place tonight?""Yeah. End-of-the-month bash. But it's invite-only.""Wish I could go. H

Steve’s throat tightened.That line. “Wanna fuck me the way you wish Miguel would do to you?” Echoed like a slap across his chest. His skin prickled. The air turned thick, sharp, and suffocating.Kay’s fingers trailed slowly, dangerously, across his chest. She knew. She always knew. Her nail circled his nipple again, and his body betrayed him, arching just slightly.“Stop,” he hissed, his voice cracking more from desire than control. “Not here. Please”“Why?” she whispered, lips brushing his neck. “Because you’re scared they’ll find out we aren't cousins?”“No,” he muttered, jaw clenched, “because this place isn't safe for us. Not for this”Kay’s smirk deepened. “So let’s sneak out to somewhere quieter.”She turned without another word, her heels silent as sin, guiding them through a narrow corridor. The lights were dim. A marble hallway twisted into a quieter section of the house, toward the rear wine cellar. Steve followed without hesitation, his fists curling and uncurling at his s

Miguel’s lips curled into a small smile,but it wasn’t warm.His face was oddly still, and Cold. As if whatever polite charm he had worn earlier had slipped off without warning. The smile didn’t quite reach his eyes, and that’s what made it even more unsettling. His voice, though soft, carried an edge as sharp as a broken glass.“There’s no need for that,” he repeated, eyes flicking lazily toward Steve. “I don’t think I need any more members.”The words landed like a slap.Xander, mid-sipping water coughed violently and nearly choked on his water.The class let out a chorus of awkward sounds, gasps, and stifled laughs, even a few low whistles. Only Miguel was capable of talking to Steve like that. Not even teachers dared.Steve sat frozen, his blank expression not quite hiding the tightening clench in his jaw. His stare cut straight into Miguel, like a knife waiting to be drawn.Miguel only smiled back, sweetly, innocently and mockingly. And somehow, that made Steve’s fists twitch by

Finally, Adams spoke up, breaking the silence. His voice was measured, cold, and sharp like a man who’d buried too much of himself to ever truly raise it again.“Leo.”“Sir.”“You're going to handle this tonight”Leo straightened. “What exactly should I—?”“I want her here,” Adams cut him off, tone clipped. “Safely. Without a bruise. Without a scratch. Without even a strand of her goddamn hair being touched.”Leo blinked. “Sir—”“I’m not going to repeat myself,” Adams said, cutting him off again “No threats. No violence. No guns in her face. You hear me?”“Yes, boss.”“If she resists… you persuade her. Make it soft and subtle. I don’t care what you have to say or do…just don’t let her know it’s me until she’s already here.” Adams exhaled deeply and looked toward the dark window. “She’s smart, she'd probably know it was me, just don't make her believe it's me amd…Use the private jet. I want her here by dawn.”Leo nodded once, firmly. “And the man… Rick Jones?”Adams was quiet for a lon

The room was quiet, heavy with something unspoken. Miguel leaned in, lowering himself slowly, his face drawing closer to Drake’s until their breaths mingled in the tense air.Drake’s breath hitched, he couldn’t move, and still couldn’t breathe. Every nerve in his body felt like it had frozen, then caught fire. The world slowed as Miguel reached forward, only to brush a single strand of hair off his forehead.Miguel’s fingers lingered for a second longer than they should have, gentle, and warm. "Am I still insane to you?" he whispered, his voice low, almost teasing, but with something else beneath it. Something kinda.. raw.Drake didn’t answer. Not because he didn’t want to, but because he needed to breathe. His lungs felt tight, the air thick with Miguel’s scent, faint cologne, something like sandalwood, and the heat of his skin. Drake looked away, inhaling sharply through his nose. Still, he said nothing.Moments passed."Why are you suddenly being nice to me?" Drake asked eventually