All Chapters of Craving The Enemy: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

CHAPTER 112MASONThe second I pulled my mouth off him, I thought we’d both collapse from how wrecked we looked. Tyler’s chest was heaving, lips swollen, eyes glassy. I was about to kiss him again when he suddenly pushed me back with a grin that screamed trouble.“Where are you going?” I rasped, watching him slip off the bed.He smirked over his shoulder. “Don’t move.”“Tyler—”The door shut before I could get another word out. I dragged a hand down my face, cock aching so bad it was painful. If this was one of his bratty stunts—The door opened. He walked back in slow, bare legs, wearing nothing but my shirt hanging off him. I sat up instantly.“Tyler.”“Hmm?” He tilted his head, like he was innocent.“What are you up to?”He didn’t answer. Just crawled onto the bed and straddled me, his mouth curving into the filthiest smile I’d ever seen.“Ty—”And then I gasped. His mouth latched onto my nipple—cold.“Jesus fucking Christ!” I jolted up, grabbing his shoulders. “What the hell—”He

CHAPTER 114TYLER I’d been to more galas than I could count, but this one was tolerable—for one reason only: Vesper.She stood beside me in a shimmering emerald gown that made her look like trouble dipped in silk. Mateo stood on her other side, pretending not to be amused while Vesper verbally demolished some guy who’d just tried to mansplain blockchain to her.“Sweetheart,” she cooed at the guy, swirling her champagne with a smile that could cut glass. “I work in venture capital. If you’re going to mansplain, at least pick a topic you understand.”The man sputtered something unintelligible before retreating. Mateo didn’t even bother to hide his grin.I snorted into my champagne. “You’re going to give someone a heart attack one day.”Vesper flipped her hair. “Only if their ego’s too fragile.”God, I loved her. A group of girls in matching silver dresses appeared out of nowhere—bridesmaids or cult members, I couldn’t tell—and dragged Vesper off with squeals. She rolled her eyes at me

CHAPTER 116TYLERMason didn’t even look surprised when I stormed out of the bathroom like a man resurrected for revenge. He was standing near the edge of the dance floor, drink in hand, talking to someone like he hadn’t just committed a crime against my sanity.Oh, hell no.I marched straight up to him and grabbed his wrist.“We need to talk,” I hissed.He lifted a brow. “Hello to you too.”I didn’t slow down. I yanked him away from the crowd, ignoring the confused glances. He let me drag him down the hallway until we were out of earshot.The second we were alone, I spun on him. “What the hell is wrong with you?!”Mason tilted his head, calm as a saint. “Be more specific.”“Don’t play dumb!” I snapped. “You nearly killed me out there!”His lips twitched. “Dramatic.”I gaped at him. “You buzzed me in the middle of a gala!”“And you ran,” he said, amused. “Fast.”“Mason!”He leaned in, voice low and smug. “You wore it.”“I FORGOT IT WAS THERE!”He smirked. “That’s your fault.”I wanted

CHAPTER 118TYLER Meetings are hell.Not the dramatic, flaming-pitchfork kind—though honestly, that might’ve been more fun—but the painfully polite kind. Everyone in the boardroom was smiling like their faces were made of plastic, nodding at every line on the presentation like I’d just cured world hunger.“And with that,” I said, pushing the folder across the polished table, “we’re ready to finalize the partnership.”Mr. Lawrence, CEO of the partnering company, had that slicked-back-hair, “I-own-three-yachts” look. He leaned forward, eyes glinting. “We’re happy to proceed, Mr. Reyes. Congratulations.”The chorus of polite claps that followed made my skin crawl. I forced a smile and shook his hand—firm, brief, because God forbid I linger and end up in some awkward alpha handshake-off. “Likewise,” I replied, my tone as smooth as corporate politics demanded.As soon as the final handshake happened, I was already mentally clocking out. My brain was screaming for caffeine, silence, or bot

CHAPTER 120 TYLER“Sir, you might wanna see this.”My secretary’s voice sliced through my train of thought like a blade. I looked up from the spreadsheet I’d been pretending to understand, her face pale and tight, like even she wasn’t sure if she should be here.She placed the folded newspaper on my desk with shaky hands. “Page three,” she added, before stepping back like she’d just dropped a grenade.I flipped it open—and froze.Right there, in crisp, mocking print, was a photo of Mason and me outside the building. Mason with that infuriating smirk. Me, mid-rant, hands thrown up like I was scolding him. The headline? Some ridiculous soap-opera nonsense about “SECRET LOVERS CLASHING IN PUBLIC.”The article was worse. Words like “undisclosed affair,” “heated argument,” and “scandal” jumped off the page, each one punching me in the stomach.My hands started to shake. No. No no no no—I snatched my phone from the table and dialed Mason before my brain caught up.He picked up on the seco