All Chapters of End Game: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

ZAIRE'S POV I was leaning back on the couch, smoking weed with Dayanara. I could hear moans coming from Reggie's room as he was getting it on with Daya's pink-haired friend, whose name I couldn't care less to remember. The fucked up part? This wasn't even the first time I'd met her. Not even the second. She had been around the first time Reggie introduced me to his cousin, and the many other times I had linked up with Daya. She probably had one of those long, fucked up names. Had to. I took another drag from the blunt before handing it to Daya. She took it from me, inhaling deeply before letting the smoke slowly leave her lips. I could feel her hand slowly sliding down my chest until she stopped right on my groin. She palmed me through my jeans, her eyes half-lidded and full of lust as she looked up at me. She had been doing this shit since we got here. Finding excuses to touch me. Brushing against me. Trying to get my attention. I wasn't having it. I caught her wrist and

ZAIRE'S POV It was at times like this I really hated this stupid ass car for being so small. After all the effort to finally get Sebastian to fold. I couldn't believe I was getting cockblocked by a damn car. On my mama, I had a thought to burn the whole damn thing down. I tried adjusting the backseats, but the space was still too small to fit both Sebastian and I, unless we wanted to die with muscle cramps. No real movements were going to happen in there. And I wanted to get fucked good. Hell, I was ready to get bitched out if that was what it was going to take to get me good. I had begged and grovelled like a little cock thirsty bitch for this shit. No way, I was settling for less now. "You've got to be fucking kidding me," I snapped, staring at the tiny space between the seats. I had never been so angry over a failed hook up. Sebastian grabbed the side of my neck. "Calm down, Zai. We can always drive back to my place. It's no big deal." No big deal? His house was

ZAIRE'S POVOne thing about me? I didn't like talking about myself.I didn't like opening up. I didn't like sitting around talking about my feelings like putting them into words was somehow supposed to fix everything.Matter of fact, I actively avoided those kinds of conversations.Because first of all, I hated what usually came after.The pity.The sad little pretty words people used to try and make you feel better."Oh, I'm so, so sorry.""Everything will be okay."Yeah, right.Just because you said it didn't mean I suddenly felt better. It didn't magically fix shit. And the fact that I knew you were only saying it because you thought it was what I needed to hear?That somehow made it worse.Because what if everything wasn't going to be okay?What then?So yeah, I preferred keeping my shit to myself.Maybe that wasn't healthy, but it was a hell of a lot easier.I got angry. I shut down. I acted like I didn't give a fuck.And most of the time, that worked. Hell, pretty much all the t

SEBASTIAN'S POVAll I could say was that life had been great for the past two weeks.Well, except for the part where I had to spend six hours a day working at the community field with teenagers who had serious attitudes. Still, I couldn't complain because I chose to focus on the things that actually mattered.You know, like getting to see a shirtless and sweaty Zaire working hard and looking sexy as hell.Yeah, that was definitely my favorite part of spending six hours there every day.At home, things had never felt so lively. I just hadn't realized how much I had missed my dad until the past few days I had spent with him.With Maggie living in Boston, it was usually just me and my mom at home, and I couldn't exactly say there was much fun going on. Sure, we had our movie nights and stuff, but you know what I mean.Now that Dad was around and Maggie was back from college for break, the atmosphere in the house felt completely different.It reminded me of the days before my parents got

REGGIE'S POVAll had been doing lately was drowning myself in booze and burying myself in every pussy that was easy enough to welcome me in.The fact that I didn't have school gave me the perfect excuse to do whatever the hell I wanted, at least until I had to go back next week.I was only nineteen, but the amount of people I had slept with was simply incredible. Not that it was something I was proud of, but sometimes, you had to do whatever it took to keep yourself from going insane, no matter how unconventional your methods may be.If it worked, then why the hell not?I threw my head back, a guttural groan escaping my throat as I thrashed my dick harder into Nicole's wet pussy. She moaned loudly, throwing that ass back to meet my thrashes.I wished she could keep quiet. I hated the sounds of her girly moans. That was not what I wanted to hear. And the only reason why I was still turned on was because behind my closed eyes, all I could see was those blue eyes. All I could hear in m