All Chapters of Craving The Enemy: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

CHAPTER 151TYLER I woke up to the sound of chaos. Not my alarm. Not the soft sound of Mason moving around the kitchen. Actual chaos.Voices. Laughter. Something crashing.At first, I thought I was dreaming. Then I heard Malik yell, “Bro, this blender’s fancy as hell—how do you even turn this thing on?”I groaned and dragged a pillow over my head. What the actual—Then came Avery’s voice, chipper and way too awake for a Saturday. “Guys, shh, he’s sleeping. We don’t wanna get murdered by Mr. CEO.”I threw the pillow off my face. Mr. CEO? Oh, hell no.I climbed out of bed, ran a hand through my hair, and stumbled out into the hallway. “What’s going on in my house?”Four heads whipped around.Liam was sprawled on my couch, already holding a glass of juice like he owned the place. Damien stood by the window, phone in hand, recording everything. Avery and Malik were in my kitchen wearing my aprons.Mason was leaning on the counter, completely calm, arms crossed and smirking.“Morning, sun

CHAPTER 153TYLER The club’s entrance was hidden behind a velvet curtain the color of fresh blood. A bouncer with a silver ear cuff scanned Avery’s black card, nodded once, and pulled the fabric aside like he was unveiling a secret. Music hit us first—low, pulsing, the kind of bass that crawled under your skin and stayed there. Then the scent: leather, sweat, something sweet and smoky that made my head spin before I even stepped inside.Damien whistled. “Well, damn.”The main floor was a fever dream of red lights and half-naked bodies. Cages hung from the ceiling, swaying gently with dancers inside. A woman in a latex corset poured champagne straight into someone’s mouth from three feet above. Liam’s eyes went wide. Malik just raised a brow like he’d seen worse. Avery looked smug, like he’d personally curated the chaos.Mason’s hand found the small of my back, thumb pressing just hard enough to remind me who I belonged to tonight. “Stay close,” he murmured. His voice was velvet over

CHAPTER 155TYLER The first morning back from Hawaii felt too quiet. No waves, no laughter echoing down the hall, no Malik yelling at Avery to “get his tongue out of his mouth.” Just… stillness.I sat at my desk, staring at my inbox, the light from my monitor flickering against my tired face. There were hundreds of unread emails — proposals, meeting requests, PR reports — and yet, I couldn’t focus on a single one.I was supposed to feel rested. Rejuvenated. That’s what vacations were for, right?Instead, my brain felt like it had been left behind on the beach somewhere, half-buried in sand and anxiety.Mason had kissed my forehead that morning before heading to the gym, telling me to “be good, Mr. CEO.” I’d laughed, but the truth was… I hadn’t slept at all.It wasn’t insomnia exactly. It was the kind of restlessness that settled under your skin — the feeling that the peace was temporary. Fragile.I rubbed my eyes, trying to drown that thought, when a knock came on my office door.“Co

CHAPTER 157TYLER The morning started fine—almost too fine.Sunlight streaked across my windshield as I drove through the city, coffee cup in one hand, mind halfway on the presentation I was supposed to give at nine. Mason had kissed me goodbye at the door, telling me not to “stress myself into a cardiac arrest,” and I’d rolled my eyes, promising I wouldn’t.Normal.Routine.Comfortable.At least until I noticed the car.It was subtle at first. A black sedan, a few lengths behind mine. Perfectly ordinary—until it wasn’t.I switched lanes. So did they.Took a left. They took a left.My hand tightened around the steering wheel. “Don’t overthink it,” I muttered under my breath. “It’s just traffic.”Except traffic didn’t mirror you through three turns.I glanced in the rearview mirror again. The car stayed there. Not close enough to be obvious, not far enough to disappear.A prickle ran down my spine.I turned into the underground parking lot of the company, swiping my keycard at the gat

CHAPTER 159MASONIt started with a flicker.The kind of blink you only catch when you’re half-watching the security feed. I was sprawled on the couch, laptop on my thighs, a mug of lukewarm coffee sitting untouched beside me. Tyler had gone to bed early—he’d been exhausted after that dinner, head heavy with everything Antonio had thrown at him. I’d kissed his hair and told him I’d join him in a minute.That was thirty minutes ago.Now, the small monitor showing the apartment’s internal camera feed—the hallway, the front door, the balcony—blinked once. Twice. Then fuzzed over into static.I sat up. “What the hell…”I reached for the remote, tapped the screen back on. Static cleared, but only half the image came back. The living room camera was frozen, mid-frame—me, sitting exactly where I was now, but unmoving.My reflection. A snapshot of me from maybe a second ago.Except I hadn’t paused it.I stood, heart thumping slow and heavy, and muttered to myself, “Don’t jump to conclusions.”