All Chapters of TEMPTING THE ENEMY (MM): Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

MIGUEL’S POV I’d barely escaped home without Zenya—my half-brother—noticing. I’d been locked up, my phone had been confiscated. He’d been watching me like a bloodhound all day. The only reason I’d been able to escape was none other than the fact he was on some sort of sneaky snappy call that he’d decided to take in his car, and then he’d driven off to Lord knows where.I tried searching for my phone but realized pretty quick it was a waste of time. I’d rushed to meet my so-called boyfriend, and what was I getting? A view of his best friend pecking him… on the bloody lips, and him pulling Jeremy into an embrace like his bloody life depended on it.“Miguel?” he called out, rushing towards me, only to keep his stride calm, getting to five steps by my side… oh, I almost forgot—we were still enemies to everyone and apparently, he was still straight.“I’m leaving, Seth,” I deadpanned bitterly, trying to keep my voice flat and my face straight as I turned away from him. I was bloody seethi

JEREMY'S POVIt fucking hurts too much, my body had grown stiff, cold to the touch. Whatever painkiller or whatever drug was given to steer off my total numbness was gradually fading away as the doctor stitched me up, and my head was a bloody mess. It banged. Like it had been split open with a fucking hammer. My entire body felt weak, my insides churned.“Are you okay, buddy?” Seth’s strained and warning voice called out as he rushed toward the bedside, cradling my head gently into his lap, his fingers tracing every inch of my face. My split and swollen lips, my swollen eyes, my cracked nose, my bruised chin.“What the fuck happened to him?!” Seth’s voice raged again as he yelled, his anger directed at Miguel’s supposed brother, as I found out recently.“He is a good friend, he’s no bloody snitch, he’s a man. One I’d love to recruit as soon as he’s done with school,” Zenya responded in a dismissive voice, pulling out a cigarette to light, when Miguel knocked it off his hands with a gl

SETH'S POVI was the prey. I had always been the prey for him to hunt, for him to stalk… for him to possess. And he? Miguel had been the predator from the very beginning of our fucked-up encounter… and why?Why hadn’t I noticed this since? Why did I fucking slip? Why had I not seen who he really was, until now? Now that I'd seen this crazed look on his face, hearing him speak out those dirty, depraved desires that had me rocking upwards for more friction against his ass…Oh, I was soooooooo gay. I knew it now. Those years of calling myself straight… it was a fucking joke. Yeah, I'd fucked pussies, but now nothing else had me turned on, not to speak of growing to a full fucking erection—a painful boner that had precum leaking from my slit even when he hadn’t touched my cock.I was hard for him… and soooo gay for him, all for Miguel. And I'd always belonged to him. Everything snapped into place now when I'd heard him speak, when he spoke of replacing me, I realized he was right… he coul

JEREMY’S POV I didn’t know where the fuck I was going… I just ran. Left the estate, didn’t even close the fucking door behind me. I just ran, barefoot in joggers, hoodie half-zipped, like a fuckin idiot. My lungs were burning but not enough. I wanted them to collapse. I wanted to pass the fuck out. I wanted to stop feeling .I was done. Done with all of it.Done being in love with Seth. Done being the best friend who gets fucked over and still comes back. Done being the second choice. The one who always smiles. The one who hides every goddamn thing with jokes and cereal and fucking cartoons on mute in the middle of the night when I can’t sleep because my ribs still hurt and my heart hurts more.I stopped deep in the woods. Somewhere past where the Ivanov estate ends, where the trees are tall enough to block out the world. I pressed my palms to my knees, chest heaving, throat tight. And then it hit me again like a truck and I just dropped.Dropped to my knees, hands in the dirt, a

SETHI woke up pissed. Not groggy, not tired—just fucking pissed.Jeremy didn’t come back to his room last night. I heard him laugh. I heard them laugh.I sat in bed like a goddamn loser, staring up at the ceiling, gripping the pillow so hard it damn near tore. And every time I closed my eyes, I could hear Jeremy’s voice. Soft. Light. Comfortable. The kind of voice he only used when he was in love. That sick twisted flutter in his chest is the kind of voice that used to be for me.Used to.They were probably studying all night. Probably didn’t sleep. Or maybe they did and just ended up tangled on that fucking couch, breathing the same air, maybe even curled up together. Jeremy never could sleep alone. That part was mine. Was.I dressed like I was going to war. Threw my shit in my bag, slammed the zipper so loud the guards downstairs probably flinched. My heart was in my throat, stomach in knots. I didn’t want to be here another second. But I didn’t wanna leave him either.Miguel w