บททั้งหมดของ Playing with the Enemy: บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

I jerked forward as a powerful force tugged on my raised arm. I glanced up into steady, deep blue eyes. Eyes I had known for most of my life. Eyes that even in this moment held no judgment of me.Liam was holding me by the wrist, gazing evenly at me. “Try that again,” he said calmly, “with him.” That small smile of his flashed, and he swept out of the room as I gaped at his back, then the closed door.I sank to the floor, resting against the couch. I wasn’t sure whether I felt better or worse.My phone rang, and I moved to it slowly. I sat on my bed, accepting the call without looking.“Hello?”Silence.“Hello?” I said again, firmer.“What’s wrong?”My eyes filled.==========Leon’s POV.Adrian’s personal driver had gone into the mansion, then left forty minutes later, without my brother and without the car.Unnatural movement.With the current atmosphere, I couldn’t let it slide.I was

I hit play at ten p.m. mark, listening carefully as I sipped my coffee at 6 a.m., speeding through the silent parts.At the end of it, after the conversation between the brothers, I sat back, staring at the wall. I couldn’t get used to how human Leon sounded when talking with the kid.He had not been putting up a show for my benefit, the times I had witnessed their interaction. He sounded so warm.I despised his tone.It didn’t belong to a man who did what he did to me, years ago, nor to a man who sold human beings to other human beings.It was disgusting.What had stayed with me most, though, was the conversation between Adrian and Liam. They definitely had something between them. It could lead to complications for me, if not handled properly.A whole new avenue of possibilities was rising, but I ignored it. So far, I was on the man’s good side, or neutral side. I had to keep that balance for the moment.I wasn’t trying to hur

Lee raised a brow.Heads turned, but I was far from caring. The ember was smoking, and I would be damned if I didn’t get at least a small flame going.I was tired of getting the run around from someone who was supposed to support me. Tired of managing every word of every sentence every time we conversed.Even Jayden’s assistant spoke to him with more ease and freedom than I did with my own blood brother.In a few minutes, I would embark on a journey, on a path where I would break rules I had spent my life bending over backwards and twisting myself into knots, to follow. Everything in Jayden’s eyes yesterday told me as much.I wanted that to be a good thing, not a nightmare.I was tired of my fear, of my doubts. They were strangling me.I was twenty-one. Wealthy and single. I’d been single my entire life. Afraid of what my father wanted. Afraid to disappoint him. To be judged by him. To be reduced to a harsh statement, as my brother wa

“Thank you, Sir. It is my pleasure to be of service to you. We should arrive at the airport in thirty minutes.”He raised the divider.I stared at the veritable wall, my hands trembling in my lap as I held the package.The car moved, and I jolted. Beads of sweat had formed on my forehead in just seconds. I swallowed with difficulty.I opened the envelope and turned it upside down. A phone fell out. A note was on it. I shook the envelope. Nothing else followed.I unfolded the note. It was handwritten. Two lines. Three sentences.-- Use this phone. Only this phone.-- Call ME.I tapped the phone. I glanced at the note again and checked the address book. There it was, ‘ME’.I tapped the name, title, or whatever it was, and held the phone shakily against my ear.“Hey, you.”“Ha!” I breathed, slumping against the chair and crossing my legs tightly.A low laugh rolled through the device,

“Ha!” I breathed.I didn’t have any words in my mouth. I spun.“If you leave. We won't meet again till tomorrow.”I turned back. “What? What do you mean?”He raised his chin, his chest pushed out. My eyes fell to it. His shirt was buttoned at the base only, the last two buttons. Everything else was open. I was granted a wide V view of his firm, sculptured torso.I swallowed. My eyes drifted back up to his.He had not moved an inch. The fire in his eyes had not reduced a single degree.I took a step back, the open door, my lifeline, pressed against my bare back, grounding me.I took deep breaths.“Jayden.”“Adrian.”“You used to be with my brother.”He froze. He hadn’t been moving, but his entire being stilled. Just like Lee’s face had during our lunch.And just like with my brother, I waited.After what seemed like a long time, he exhaled roughly through his nose. His lips pressed tight