All Chapters of Craving The Enemy: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

CHAPTER 91MASONI stormed out of Reyes Corp, my blood still boiling. Tyler’s smirk. His little “And if I do?” Like he wanted me to lose my shit. Like he didn’t know I was already hanging by a thread.I was halfway to my car when I heard footsteps and a soft voice.“Mr. Grant!”I turned—and nearly choked. Luciana. The so-called date. She jogged up, cheeks flushed, clutching her phone.Great. Just who I needed.She smiled nervously. “Sorry, I—I forgot to ask. Could you make a quick video for Jordan?”I crossed my arms. “Who’s Jordan?”Her smile turned shy, eyes darting away. “My girlfriend.”I blinked. “Your… what?”She nodded quickly, biting her lip. “Yeah. Jordan. She’s obsessed with hockey, and you’re her favorite. She’s gonna die when she sees this.”My jaw actually dropped. “You’re telling me Reyes knew—”“Yes,” she interrupted gently. “He knows. We’re just friends.”The ground might as well have shifted beneath me. All that tension. All that jealousy. And Tyler fucking knew.I le

CHAPTER 93TYLER My face was pressed into the couch, cheek dragging against the leather as Mason yanked my hips up. My arms shook from holding myself, and my lungs couldn’t seem to catch air.“Mason—wait—”“Two years, Ty,” he growled, voice rough in my ear. His hand came down on my ass, the sharp smack echoing in the room. “Two years I’ve been starving. You think I’m waiting now?”“F-fuck,” I stuttered, gripping the cushions so tight my knuckles burned.He shoved two fingers into me, slick and relentless. My body spasmed, my mouth falling open in a strangled moan I couldn’t stop.“God, you’re still so fucking tight,” Mason rasped, pumping his fingers ruthlessly. “Clenching around me like you’ve been waiting too. Admit it.”“Shut—ahh—shut up!” I panted, biting the couch to muffle myself.He yanked my head back by my hair, forcing me to look at him over my shoulder. His eyes were blazing, lips twisted into something between a smirk and a snarl. “No muffling, sweetheart. I want the whol

CHAPTER 95TYLER“Your 10 a.m. is here, sir.”I didn’t even glance up from the stack of contracts spread across my desk. “Send them in.”My voice was sharper than usual, clipped enough that my secretary hesitated. I caught it in my periphery but didn’t acknowledge it.The door clicked open, polished shoes tapped against the marble floor, and I plastered on my cold CEO expression.For two years, I’d perfected this face. Detached. Controlled. Unreadable.The exact opposite of how I felt inside.“Mr. Reyes, we’re very excited about this partnership,” one of the executives from Delgado Holdings said, smiling as if my approval meant oxygen.I leaned back in my chair, steepling my fingers. “Excitement doesn’t make contracts hold. Performance does. So convince me.”His smile faltered. Good.I let them stumble through their presentation, every so often asking cutting questions, the kind that made grown men sweat in Armani suits. They answered, but I barely heard them.Because in the back of m

CHAPTER 97TYLER I woke up with my mouth tasting like death and my skull splitting in two. Groaning, I rolled over and nearly fell off the bed.My room. My sheets. My view of the city skyline through the massive glass windows.But I couldn’t remember getting here.Sitting up slowly, I rubbed my temples, trying to piece together last night. The bar. Shots. Malik yelling something about “one more won’t kill you.” Damien trying to dance. Avery stealing Malik’s hat.And then—nothing.“Shit,” I muttered, grabbing my phone from the nightstand. Dozens of unread texts stared back at me.Malik: You alive?Liam: Pick up your damn phone.Avery: Don’t be dramatic, just hydrate.I hit call on Malik’s contact. He picked up on the second ring.“Look who decided to rise from the dead,” he said, voice smug.“How did I get home?” My voice was scratchy.“You? You stumbled out yourself, Reyes. Said you didn’t need a babysitter.”I frowned. “I don’t remember that.”“Not surprised,” Malik laughed. “You lo

CHAPTER 99TYLER I leaned against the sink, chest heaving, shirt ruined. My reflection in the mirror was a disaster—flushed face, swollen lips, hickeys climbing up my throat. Mason’s fingerprints were literally branded across my skin.“Perfect,” I muttered bitterly. “Absolutely fucking perfect.”Mason was still behind me, fixing his tie like he hadn’t just spit in my mouth and railed me into a sink. The audacity.I grabbed tissues, scrubbing at my chest, at the mess he left inside me. God, my legs were still trembling. I hated that I could barely stand. I hated that my reflection looked wrecked—and worse, satisfied.I doused myself in cologne, buttoned the new shirt Mason had brought, trying to mask every trace of what just happened. My heart was still sprinting.I turned for the door. His hand shot out, catching my wrist.“Let go.” My voice was sharp, cold. The kind of tone I used in boardrooms.“No.” His grip tightened, jaw clenching. His eyes burned into me like he wasn’t going to