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CHAPTER 51

CHAPTER 51TYLER The water was too hot, scalding against my skin, but I didn’t care. I sat on the tiled floor of the shower stall, knees pulled to my chest, arms wrapped tight around myself.I couldn’t scrub my father’s voice out of my head.Pathetic. Weak. Shameful.It echoed louder than the water pounding down.My chest hurt so badly I thought I might actually be choking.The door creaked open.I stiffened instantly.A second later, Mason’s shadow slipped past the curtain, and then he was inside, crouching down in front of me like it was the most natural thing in the world. His clothes got soaked immediately, but he didn’t care.“Ty,” he said softly, his hand reaching for my wrist.I turned my face away. “Go away.”“No.” His grip was steady, grounding. “You’re not okay. I’m not leaving you like this.”My jaw clenched. “I said I’m fine.”“Bullshit.” His voice sharpened, but not at me — at the situation. At my father, maybe. “You’re shaking.”“I’m not.”He moved closer until his knee

CHAPTER 52

CHAPTER 52MASONTyler’s voice cracked when he said it.“My dad wants me at a charity ball. Friday. Eight o’clock.”I froze.For a second, all I could do was stare at him. His hair was still wet from the shower, his towel loose around his waist, his shoulders tight like he was bracing for a blow.He didn’t look at me. He just stared at his phone, jaw clenched so hard it must’ve hurt.Something ugly twisted in my chest.“Ty,” I said carefully.He finally glanced up, eyes rimmed red. “What?”I exhaled. “I… got the same text.”His brows furrowed.“From my mom,” I explained. Tyler let out a bitter laugh. “Of course.”I ran a hand through my damp hair. “Ty, listen—”“No.” He cut me off, sharp, like he couldn’t handle hearing anything else. “I don’t want to talk about it.”My chest tightened. “You don’t have to—”“I mean it, Mason.” His voice cracked again, softer this time. “Just… please. Not right now.”The plea gutted me more than if he’d shouted.I wanted to stay. I wanted to grab him,

CHAPTER 53

CHAPTER 53TYLER By five o’clock, I was standing in front of the familiar black gates of the Reyes estate. It always looked more like a museum than a home.The driver opened my door, but before I could even take a step, I saw her.“Ty!”My mom came rushing down the stairs, small as ever in her cream dress, her arms wide. She barely reached my chest, but when she hugged me, it was like everything else stilled.“Hi, Ma.” I bent down, hugging her tight. Her perfume—floral, warm—was the only softness in this house.“You didn’t lose weight, right?” She cupped my face, eyes scanning me like she could see straight through the exhaustion. “Have you been eating?”“Ma, I’m fine.” I smiled a little. “Practice is just intense, you know that.”She sighed like I’d just confessed to running a marathon barefoot. “Come in. They’ve been waiting for you.”“They?” I raised a brow, stepping inside.“The dressing crew, of course.” Her voice was casual, but her grip on my arm tightened. “Your father wants

CHAPTER 54

CHAPTER 54TYLERThe speeches dragged on.Charity this. Partnership that. New projects, donations, opportunities. Blah, blah, blah.I’d been sitting for over an hour, pretending to look interested, nodding when I needed to, clapping when the room clapped. Inside? I was dying.I stifled a yawn behind my champagne flute.Out of habit, my gaze flicked across the ballroom—and collided with Pa’s.Instantly, I straightened, shoulders back, chin up, like some trained show dog. He didn’t even have to say anything. One sharp look from Antonio Reyes and I was a model son.I hated that.“Bored already?”The voice came from behind me. I turned slightly and found Richard Grant, Mason’s dad, sliding into the empty chair beside me.Great. From one intimidating father figure to another.I forced a polite smile. “Not at all.”He chuckled, low and knowing. “Don’t bother lying, kid. I’ve been coming to these things for thirty years and even I can’t stay awake.”I blinked, caught off guard. “Guess I nee

CHAPTER 55

CHAPTER 55TYLER The second the door clicked shut, Mason’s hands were on me.“Hey—” My protest broke off when he spun me, pressing me against the marble counter like he’d been waiting all night to do it.“Mason,” I hissed, eyes darting to the door. “We’re at a gala. My dad is out there.”He smirked, like that was the funniest thing he’d ever heard. “Your dad’s too busy pretending to tolerate mine. Relax.”His fingers dug into my hips, hot and possessive. “God, Tyler. Do you know what you’re doing to me walking around in this suit?”I scoffed, trying to ignore how my chest was rising too fast. “It’s just a suit. Everyone’s wearing one.”“Not like you,” he muttered, lips brushing my ear. “Not with that ass.”My whole body went still. “Excuse me?”“You heard me.” His palm slid down, cupping me shamelessly.I yelped, slapping at his wrist. “Mason!”“What? You do have a bubble butt. Perfect for me.”“Oh my god—stop talking.”But then his hand squeezed and I nearly lost it.“You like it,”

CHAPTER 56

CHAPTER 56TYLER The bathroom still smelled like sex.“Mason, go,” I hissed, shoving him lightly toward the door. “You first.”He blinked, still flushed, hair a mess. “What? No, we can leave together—”“Absolutely not.” I grabbed a tissue, glaring. “Do you want my dad to see us come out of the bathroom at the same time?”Mason smirked. “Kinda hot if he did.”I froze. “You’re joking.”“Relax, Reyes. I’ll go.” He brushed a kiss against my temple before unlocking the door. “Ten minutes, okay?”I nodded, exhaling as he slipped out.Then I turned back to the mirror.My cheeks were red, my lips swollen, a faint mark already darkening along my neck. I groaned, grabbing more tissues, frantically dabbing, fixing, erasing. I ran cold water over my wrists, trying to cool down my flushed skin.When I was done, I pulled out the tiny bottle in my blazer pocket — not perfume exactly, more like a travel-size body mist. My mom always shoved one into my suits before events.“Thank God,” I muttered, sp

CHAPTER 57

CHAPTER 57MASONThe gala dragged. Fake smiles, boring speeches, my mom introducing me to people I didn’t care about. When it finally ended, I hugged my mom, kissed her cheek, clapped my dad on the shoulder, and promised I’d call tomorrow.“Be good,” my mom said.“When am I not?” I grinned, earning a sharp, everyday look from her.Then I slipped into the car and let it take me back to the retreat center.The whole ride, I kept thinking about Tyler. The way he looked tonight, sharp in that suit, dark hair slicked back, his mom hovering, his dad glaring at me like I was poison. And then later, the way he slipped away like smoke. I hadn’t seen him again after the gala.So as soon as I got to the retreat, I pulled out my phone.Me: Where are you?Tyler: Home.Me: …What?Tyler: My dad wanted me to stay the night. I’ll be back tomorrow. Don’t miss me too much.I stared at the text.Tomorrow?I called instead.He picked up after three rings. His voice was quiet. “Mason?”“Yeah. What the hell

CHAPTER 58

CHAPTER 58TYLERAfter practice, everyone peeled off toward the locker room, laughing, chirping at each other like Markus hadn’t just been acting like a Stepford wife all morning.I caught Mason lagging behind. His shoulders were tense, his jaw sharp. The kind of sharp that meant he was grinding his teeth.I slowed down, falling into step with him. “Okay. Spill.”He didn’t look at me. “Spill what?”“Don’t play dumb.” I nudged his arm. “You’ve been acting weird since yesterday. And today you looked like you wanted to stab Markus with your stick.”That earned the ghost of a smirk. “Tempting idea.”“See? Exactly.” I stopped walking, forcing him to stop too. “Talk to me, Mason.”He finally turned his head, eyes meeting mine. “You ever think maybe I just had a rough night?”“That’s not an answer.”“Maybe it’s the only one I’ve got.”I folded my arms. “Bullshit.”He exhaled, running a hand through his hair. God, even sweaty, he managed to look like he belonged on some billboard. “Reyes—”“

CHAPTER 59

CHAPTER 59TYLERI woke up tangled in Mason’s arms, his breath hot against the back of my neck. For a second, I forgot about the fish. Forgot about Markus. Forgot about everything except how damn warm he was.Then reality hit.Crap.I moved, careful not to wake him, but his grip tightened instantly.“Where do you think you’re going?” Mason’s voice was groggy, low, like gravel.I rolled my eyes even though he couldn’t see me. “To shower. Or is that forbidden too, boss?”His chuckle vibrated through my back. “I’ll allow it.”“Wow. Generous.”“Or…” He nuzzled into my shoulder. “We could shower together.”“Mason.”“Tyler.”“I said no before. I’m saying no again.”He groaned dramatically, finally letting me go. “You’re killing me.”“You’ll live.” I slipped out of bed, grabbed clean clothes, and practically ran into the bathroom.By the time I came out, Mason was already dressed in practice gear, hair damp from his shower. Mf had gone to shower somewhere else.He smirked at me like he knew

CHAPTER 60

CHAPTER 60MASONNight at the retreat was too quiet. Too still. The kind of stillness that made my skin crawl.I couldn’t sleep. Not after the crap with the ball earlier. Not after seeing Tyler clutch his head like that.So I threw on a hoodie, shoved my hands into my pockets, and stepped outside. The air was sharp, cold, hitting me straight in the chest.That’s when I saw him.A figure, dressed head-to-toe in black, standing near the edge of the parking lot like he was waiting for something. Or someone.My pulse spiked.The stalker.I didn’t think. Didn’t pause. Didn’t breathe. I charged forward, slammed him into the wall, and my forearm locked against his throat before he could make a sound.“Who the hell are you?” I snarled, rage bleeding into every word. “You think you can mess with Tyler? Huh? Throwing balls, leaving threats—”The guy’s hands clawed at my arm, tapping frantically against my shoulder. His voice came out strangled.“Wait—stop—it’s not—I’m not—”I tightened my hold.

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