Lahat ng Kabanata ng Craving The Enemy: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

CHAPTER 72TYLERWhen I finally woke, the light pouring through the blinds wasn’t morning light. It was sharper, brighter, unforgiving. Afternoon.I groaned, blinking against it, my body a mess of soreness and heat. My thighs ached, my throat felt raw, and when I sat up, the whole room tilted.“Shit,” I muttered, steadying myself on the edge of the bed. Woozy didn’t even begin to describe it. I felt… wrecked. Like someone had wrung me out and hung me up to dry.I glanced down at myself and froze.I was in Mason’s shirt. Not mine. His shirt hung too big on me, sliding off one shoulder, smelling faintly of his cologne and sweat.The memories slammed into me like a freight train. His hands on me. His mouth. The way I’d begged like some desperate idiot. The way I’d said things—dirty, humiliating things—that I hadn’t even known lived inside me.“Oh, my fucking God,” I whispered, covering my face with both hands. My ears burned. My chest felt like it might explode. I remembered everything.

CHAPTER 74MASON“Excuse me,” I said, catching one of the retreat staff by the arm before she disappeared into the kitchen. “Do you have a minute?”She blinked at me like I’d just asked her to solve world peace. “Um… yes, Mr. Grant?”Mr. Grant. Christ. Sounded like I was about to sign a million-dollar deal instead of asking about a damn juice.“That girl from the other night,” I said, lowering my voice. “The one who brought drinks? Short, brown hair, mole under her chin. She said mine was ‘special.’ Where is she?”The woman frowned. “I’m sorry… no one like that works here.”I stared at her. “What do you mean? She was in uniform. I saw her with the rest of you.”Another staffer joined in, shaking his head. “No one by that description has ever been hired.”The floor dropped out under me. My pulse kicked hard.“So what, some random stranger walked in here with trays of drinks and none of you noticed?” I snapped, maybe louder than I meant to. Heads turned.“Mr. Grant—” the first staffer l

CHAPTER 76TYLERThe night air was sharp against my skin, crisp enough to bite but not enough to chase me back inside. I needed it. Needed something to cool down the way my head kept spinning after everything that had happened in the rink, in the room, in Mason’s bed.“Tyler.”I turned at the sound of my name, blinking when I saw Gabriel leaning casually against one of the pillars near the garden path, arms folded like he’d been waiting for me all along.“Wow,” I muttered, forcing a crooked smile. “Didn’t know this place did surprise guest appearances. What are you doing here?”He rolled his eyes and straightened, walking over. “Nice to see you too, little brother.”I let him pull me into a quick hug, though my chest tightened more than I’d expected. Gabriel always carried that calm, steady energy I used to envy when we were kids. Now, it just reminded me how far apart we’d drifted.“Seriously, though,” I said when he pulled back. “What are you doing here?”He shrugged. “Checking on y

CHAPTER 78MASONTyler was boneless in my arms, body still trembling from everything we’d just done. Water clung to his skin, dripping down his throat, soaking into my shirt, but I didn’t care.What I cared about was the way his head lolled against my shoulder like he trusted me completely. Like he knew I’d never drop him.“You’re heavy as fuck, you know that?” I muttered, adjusting my grip as I carried him inside the retreat house.His lips curved, lazy and smug even with his eyes half-shut. “You’re just showing off.”“Maybe.” I smirked, tightening my hold when he tried to wiggle. “Stay still or I’ll drop your ass right here in the hall.”“You wouldn’t dare.” His voice was drowsy, but there was that sharpness underneath — that cocky Reyes edge.“Try me.”“Then you’d have to explain why your roommate is naked and dripping all over the floors,” he shot back, eyelids fluttering. “Good luck with that, Grant.”I snorted, shaking my head. “Smart mouth even when you’re half asleep. Unreal.”

CHAPTER 80TYLERMy phone buzzed the second I slipped into the hallway, away from the chaos of celebration. I didn’t even need to look at the caller ID.Pa.My stomach bottomed out.I answered anyway. “Hello—”“Now.” His voice was low, lethal. “Come home. Immediately.”“Pa—”“Do not argue with me, Tyler.” The snap in his tone made my chest cave. “Your driver is waiting outside. Get in the car.”The line went dead.I wanted to vomit.By the time I pulled into our driveway, the gates opening like jaws ready to swallow me whole, my heart had already built a permanent residence in my throat. The Reyes house looked as intimidating as ever — massive glass windows, spotless lawn, security at every corner. All that money, all that power… and it still never felt like home.My mom was waiting in the foyer, small and delicate in her silk blouse, her hands wringing the edge of her sleeves.“Tyler,” she breathed, relief and worry tangled in her voice. She tried to hug me, but before I could even l