All Chapters of Craving The Enemy: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

CHAPTER 121TYLER A few hours later, I woke to the faint sound of water dripping somewhere and the warm, steady rhythm of Mason’s breathing against my ear. My head rested on his bare chest, my body draped over his like I’d been holding on for dear life.“Ty?” Mason’s voice was groggy, deep from sleep. “You okay?”I blinked the sleep away and lifted my head slightly. His hair was a mess, sticking up at weird angles, his eyes still heavy with sleep—but damn, he still looked annoyingly good.“Yeah,” I croaked, my throat raw from all the crying earlier. “I’m okay.”He studied me for a second like he didn’t believe me. I could see the question forming in his eyes, the worry lodged in his chest. So before he could overthink it, I nodded and whispered, “Really.”He exhaled, the tension in his body easing a little. “Good. You scared me, you know.”I pushed up, straddling his hips so I could look down at him properly. His hands immediately came up to rest on my thighs, warm and grounding. I l

CHAPTER 123MASONI carried him inside like he weighed nothing, even though Tyler kept mumbling, “I can walk, you caveman.”“Shut up,” I muttered, tightening my grip around his waist.His head lolled against my shoulder, a sleepy smile tugging at his lips. His hair smelled faintly of mango and soap. “You’re ridiculous,” he whispered.“Yeah, but I’m your ridiculous,” I said.That got a soft laugh out of him. By the time we reached the bedroom, he’d gone limp against me, content. I set him down gently, pulled the blanket over us, and climbed in after him. He instantly curled into me, warm and pliant, his fingers gripping my shirt like he thought I’d disappear.For a while, neither of us said anything. His breathing evened out first, deep and steady. I pressed my chin to the top of his head, staring at the ceiling in the dark, listening to the rhythm of him.My arms tightened around him. “I love you,” I whispered into his hair. He didn’t answer—already asleep. But that was okay. I’d say

CHAPTER 125MASON Tyler lay across my chest, his legs tangled with mine, the sky spilling gold and blue above us. The wind carried the scent of wildflowers, his hair tickled my jaw, and my hand rested on his ass like it belonged there—innocent, casual, grounding. He didn’t flinch. He didn’t tense. He just let me hold him.“This is weird,” he said suddenly.I raised a brow. “Weird?”“Yeah.” He propped himself up on his elbows, looking down at me. His hair fell into his eyes, the sunlight catching his cheekbones just right. He looked unfairly beautiful, like the world was designed to make me suffer.I smirked. “What’s weird about lying in a field with the love of your life?”His lips twitched. “You said that too easily.”“Because it’s true.”He went quiet. His eyes softened in that way they only did when he let his guard down completely—no snark, no bite, just Tyler.“I love you,” he blurted out.I blinked.He laughed nervously. “Wow, that sounded way less graceful than I imagined.”“D

CHAPTER 127TYLER The next morning, the world already knew.It was all over the news — every channel, every goddamn headline.“Tyler Reyes’ secretary found dead.”“Possible homicide linked to Reyes Corporation.”I just sat there on the couch, staring at the TV like it would somehow make sense if I stared long enough. The anchor’s voice felt like nails dragging across my nerves. I could barely hear anything after my name.Then my father’s face flashed on the screen. My stomach twisted. He stood behind a podium with that practiced expression — the one he used when he wanted to sound righteous but furious underneath.“We will find out everything. The company will not be tainted by this tragedy,” he said, his voice clipped, cold.And then—My phone started ringing.I didn’t even need to check the caller ID. The sound alone made my heart jump into my throat. I took a deep breath, bracing myself before answering.“Hello—”“Anong ginawa mo, Tyler?!”(What did you do, Tyler?!)His voice thun

CHAPTER 129MASON“I’m on my way,” I said into the phone, grabbing my jacket from the rack.Liam laughed on the other end. “About damn time. Damien’s threatening to start ordering fruity cocktails in your name if you don’t show up.”“I’ll take that as a compliment.”“Don’t. He ordered something pink with an umbrella.”“Yeah, never mind,” I muttered, shaking my head as I locked the door.The air outside was sharp and cool, lights glittering like someone had spilled stars over the city. Tyler had insisted I go out tonight—said I needed it, that he’d be fine. But when he said fine, he meant I’m hanging by a thread but pretending not to.Still, he’d smiled. And when Tyler smiled like that, all quiet strength and exhaustion, I couldn’t refuse him.I arrived at the bar to find the boys already halfway through their first round.“Mason Reyes in the flesh!” Damien called out, standing up and making a dramatic bow. “We were beginning to think love had turned you into a housewife.”“Ha ha,” I d