RIVAL'S TO LOVER'S: My Step Brother Is Now My Roommate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 191 - チャプター 196

HAYDEN’S POVMy forehead was still resting against Stephen’s, the steady, rhythmic warmth of his breathing anchoring me to the locker room floor, when the heavy metal door of the facility rattled on its hinges.A few weeks ago, a sudden noise would have had us breaking contact instantly, hearts racing with the panicked, defensive instinct to hide what we were. But today, with the weight of two professional contracts sitting on the wooden bench behind us, I kept my hands firmly on Stephen's hips, turning my head just enough to see who was invading our space.Blake walked in first.Her usual high energy cheer posture was completely gone, replaced by a loose, almost breathless exhaustion. But it was her face that made me pause. Her jaw was slack, her eyes wide and glittering under the harsh fluorescent lights.Right behind her was Amber. She was holding her phone tightly against her chest, her fingers trembling so violently against the plastic case that I could hear the faint click of h

STEPHEN’S POVIf you had told me two months ago that I’d be standing on the floor to ceiling glass balcony of a multi million dollar penthouse in the heart of the city, looking down at a skyline that actually belonged to my future, I would have told you to go fuck yourself.But here I was.The air up here tasted different. It didn't carry the suffocating, heavy humidity of our old camp or the rancid stench of the scandals that had threatened to bury us alive. It felt sharp, clean, and expensive as hell.Vanguard Group hadn't played around when they finalized our pre-draft corporate acquisition. The moment Hayden and I signed those United FC tier-one affiliate contracts, the corporate handlers essentially handed us the keys to this high-rise paradise. It was a massive, sprawling concrete-and-glass flex of a penthouse, meant to keep their new "assets" comfortable, secure, and entirely isolated from the bullshit below.I leaned against the sleek black steel railing, taking a slow sip

HAYDEN’S POVAdjusting a bow tie shouldn't have felt harder than executing a perfect sliding tackle in the pouring rain, but my fingers were shaking so violently I nearly ripped the silk."Let me get that before you choke yourself, big guy," Blake’s voice cut through the nervous hum of the dressing room. She stepped forward, a brilliant, knowing smirk firmly on her face as she batted my hands away and expertly fixed the knot. She looked stunning in her bridesmaid gown, though she still possessed that sharp, no-nonsense attitude that had kept us all in line since camp. "Can’t have the star striker looking like he’s being held hostage on his own wedding day.""I'm not nervous about the wedding," I grunted, my voice rough. "I’m just... ready. I’ve been ready for years.""We know, man," Amber said, leaning against the doorframe of the suite right beside her. Amber walked over, resting a hand on my shoulder, while Blake gave my tie one final, satisfied pat. "You two earned this. Every