All Chapters of The Bet That Broke Us: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Mia I had no tolerance for alcohol. Half a bottle in and I was already drunk. I blamed it on the strength of the liquor I’d chosen…burning, the kind that made you forget. Well, it did the magic and that was all I needed.My body was starting to feel like I was going to regret it tomorrow, but I just needed it to let go of the painful memories. My head dropped on the counter after I got rid of the jacket I wore on my SpongeBob bra top.I didn’t know how I was feeling, couldn’t explain it, but I was really hot all over my body and needed something to cool it off.Isn’t the alcohol supposed to make the aching go and not add to it? My head throbbed until I found myself tugging at my hair while moaning in pain.That was me every time I hurt, whether it was cramps or heartbreak, I always broke apart. “I asked you to bring her home, not here!” I heard the devil’s deep angry voice, and I groaned inwardly. Of course, he was here.Why was he here?I grabbed the bottle again and poured, gulpi

Mia “Stop… please.” That instant my eyes opened to the bright morning light, and the first thing that hit me was a headache that nearly split my skull in two. Remind me never to drink again. Now I was having stupid dreams that felt too real. And why Rolex of all people? It wasn’t me and Max…it was me and Rolex. It had to be the alcohol messing with my head. which I was never drinking again. I shoved the duvet off my body, only to see myself in a shirt that wasn't mine. Wait a minute. I scrambled off the bed, scanning the room before realizing this wasn’t the guest room I’d been staying in. It was the devil’s room. Rolex’s room. What the hell was I doing here… on his bed? I just dreamt about him doing things to me… oh no. My hand flew up to cover my mouth, stifling the gasp that wanted to escape. Could it be real? Did I actually do those things with him? I tried to recall what really happened yesterday, how I got here, but nothing came. My head was blank. WTF had I done? Di

MiaLike he promised, Rolex came back with the sanitary pad. Not just that, he also had tampons in the same bag. I was still locked in the bathroom, too nervous to step out in case I stained anything else.He knocked lightly. I cracked the door open, and he held them out. “I didn’t know which one you’d be comfortable with, so I brought both,” he said, his voice steady and almost casual.I pointed at the pad, and he handed it over without question. I shut the door again and leaned against it for a moment, the sound of my heartbeat loud in my ears.I didn’t know what to say about this new side of him. All these years with Maxello, he had made it clear how much he hated the idea of girls menstruating. He always said it disgusted him, that it was a turnoff, as if we had a choice in the matter. But here was Rolex…unbothered, patient, and considerate.I quickly cleaned myself up and changed. When I finally came out, he was waiting with a bar of chocolate in his hand. I blinked at him, conf

MiaRolex pulled over in front of my apartment and I let out a breath I didn’t know I’d been holding. Who knew riding with him would be an experience on its own.One night with him and I’d already seen a side of Rolex I didn’t know existed. He flirts, sure…. but he hadn’t tried anything stupid even after spending the night in the same motel room. I was grateful for that. He’d also handled the whole period mess and my cramps with an awkward kindness I wasn’t used to. I hadn’t eaten the chocolate he gave me though, I tend to keep little things like that as proof someone was once kind to me.“How’s your ear? I forgot to ask. And the cramps,” he said as I moved to get off the bike. I flashed him a small smile. “It’s better . You should go now,” I told him.He didn’t move to leave right away. Instead he swung off the bike and dropped his helmet on the seat. I wondered why… he wasn’t going to follow me inside, was he?“Won’t you invite me in? Offer me water? I rode a long way and I’m a bit

MiaI slowly stepped into the elevator and drew in a deep breath before pressing the button for the 18th floor. My chest tightened with unease. Why would Rolex go as far as securing a room for me there, especially after handing me his card?The elevator chimed, doors sliding open with a soft ding. I stepped out and froze. Just like the rumors I’d heard, the 18th floor looked like it belonged in another world. Everything gleamed… the floors, plants in porcelain pots. It smelled faintly of citrus and expensive air freshener. The corridor was wide, and soft golden lights that made the place look impossibly luxurious. I searched for the matching number. When I found the number from the card, I pressed it against the reader. The door clicked open.“Oh, you’re finally back.”His voice pulled my eyes to the kitchen counter. Rolex stood there, a glass of liquor in his hand. My gaze swept across the apartment quickly before it finally landing back on him.There was something in his expressi