Lahat ng Kabanata ng Crave Me; Big Brother: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

Rain. The officers have let Colt go. But since last night I’ve heard no word. My phone buzzes in my hand from the thousands of messages and comments on the video of Elena calling me a homewrecker. I sigh, pacing the length of my kitchen, wondering if that’s the reason why Colt hasn’t answered me. I call him again. Drop more texts and decide I’m going to their fucking family estate. Elena can say whatever the fuck she wants and hate me but I care about Colt. I’ve always cared about him and he needs me now more than ever. I grab my bag and keys and leave my silent apartment. A text comes in from Rhysand but I slide it away and pocket my phone. I’m not ready to unpack everything with Rhysand and the tightness in my throat after that admittance to myself. I left his apartment despite him asking me to stay and I know I won’t be going back anytime soon. Not until I know what to fucking d

Rain. That seems to do it for Rhysand. His hands cup my ass, lifting me off my feet with an ease that sends a thrill racing through me. But his kiss is slow, as if he’s exploring my mouth for the first time, savoring every brush of our lips and I get lost in it. Slipping out his tongue, he runs it over my bottom lip, and my lips part for him without hesitation, tasting him. Rhysand tastes like bourbon mixed something delicious I can’t help moaning against his mouth as it floods my senses. Wrapping my arms around his neck, my fingers thread into his dark hair, pulling him closer as our tongues clash and sends jolts up my spine. He carries me to the bed, never breaking the kiss. When we reach the edge, he lowers us both down gently, his body settling first. I find myself straddling him, my thighs on either side of his hips, his oversized shirt on my body riding up slightly. Breaking the

Rhysand. Rain’s words echo in my head as she turns and starts walking away. “I can never love you so you better get that through your thick head!” It hurts more than anything. Even more than the time she called me a fucking monster. She can never love me? What did she call what we did last night then? Why is she doing this to me? I feel myself getting angrier the more her words echo in my head that I almost miss her voice. “Caiden?” And the name rings in my head so loud that it drowns everything else. Of course all her bullshit excuses revolves around a new guy. Another one to treat her like trash so she can run back to me when she’s broken. Good old Rhysand to pick up the fucking pieces. Hot blood roars in my veins as I follow her out of the kitchen to the living room. I reach her and grab the phone from her ear, ending the call and holding back from smashing the phone. “Hey, what the fuck is wrong with you?” “Who’s Caiden?” I demand, squeezing the phone s

Rain. The car ride to the restaurant is somewhat fun. Truly, I have to give the man credit for his effortless charm and disarming jokes that make us laugh in the few minutes it takes to get there. Emma had picked it out on a daring whim and he hadn’t batted an eyelash when he told us to get in his car. Caiden drives carefully, weaving through traffic and rain-slicked streets before pulling up at the decorated entrance of the restaurant in a part of the city I’ve never visited. Emma, who is sitting in the passenger seat as the birthday girl, gapes in shock at the classy restaurant. “We’re really at the Le Rosa,” she whispers. "Rain, this place has a six-month waiting list. You have to be a literal saint or a senator to get a table here." "I happen to know the owner," Caiden says simply, the corner of his mouth hitching up as he steps out and rounds the car. He helps Emma out first, who takes his hand like she’s being escorted to a royal ball, before opening the backsea

Rhysand. The silence of the last forty-eight hours has been a slow-acting poison in my brain. Rain hasn’t answered any of my texts, or calls or even emails. Her phone is on, it’s all delivering but she’s decided to ignore me. Work has been hell to focus on. Even now, the board meeting is just background noise and useless numbers. All I could see is Rain calling security on me while she dined with her mystery man. Unable to bear it anymore, I excuse myself from the meeting, get into my car and drive to her apartment, the engine roaring with the same fury vibrating in my chest. I storm out of the elevator and down the hall, and I pound on her door. "Rain! Open the door! I know you’re in there!" Silence. "Rain, don't make me kick this in!" I’m seconds away from doing exactly that when the door finally clicks open. But it isn’t Rain. It’s a middle-aged woman clutching a vacuum cleaner, her face pale with terror as she looks at me. “Can I help you, sir?” “Wher