All Chapters of My Enemy [BL]: Chapter 351 - Chapter 360

EllisBefore I could fully take in my surroundings, my hands were already digging through the worn bag, pulling out the first clothes I found, sifting through them in that absent-minded way I always did when something felt off and I needed something familiar to hold on to.The fabric felt strangely out of place here...my shirts were a bit wrinkled from being stuffed in so hastily, and my jeans had creases that told stories of a life lived out of necessity rather than care. I kept stopping, my fingers hovering over the zipper, my eyes wandering around the room before bringing them back.Nothing about me matched this place.Not the frayed edges of my bag, thin after too many moves. Not the sigh that escaped me without my consent. And certainly not the creeping realization settling in my chest: I was in a room that had never been meant for someone like me.Behind me, Lucas was still talking.Of course he was.His voice filled the apartment, fast and light, brimming with that particular e

Ellis I read it once, then again because there was no fucking way this was happening right now. They didn’t clarify though. If anything, they grew more ridiculous the longer I stared at them. I lowered the paper a bit, meeting his gaze with a look that I knew said enough. He was already watching me, expression completely unreadable, as if he was anticipating this reaction and knew it wouldn’t matter. "You’re... serious?" I asked. "Completely," he replied without a beat. For a moment, I just stared at him. Looked at the paper. Looked back at him, trying to figure out where in this exchange anything made logical sense, but came up blank. Then a laugh escaped me, quick and disbelieving, more of a reflex than anything else. It wasn’t funny, exactly; it was just the only reaction my brain could muster that didn’t involve saying something I’d regret on my first night here. No way, where was absolutely no way this guy was real! "Wow," I said with a laugh, shaking my head slight

EllisThis was what life looked like when money wasn’t something you had to worry about every day, when you didn’t do mental math before buying groceries or check your bank account before saying yes to anything.And it had nothing to do with me.The contrast felt heavier in the quiet, pressing in around the edges in a way I didn’t have the energy to fight right now.I shifted slightly on the bed, pulling the blanket over myself more out of habit than necessity, my eyes growing heavier as the exhaustion I’d been ignoring all day finally settled in. My limbs felt distant, my thoughts slowed, and everything became soft around the edges as it always did right before sleep began to take hold.This could still work, I just had to keep it simple, follow the rules, stay out of his way and don’t get involved.Don’t make this harder than it needed to be.Even if I had this strange desire to see his steely exterior to crack and see just who this guy was beneath it.I exhaled softly, allowing my

ELLISBefore I could respond, before I could even decide if I wanted to, he stepped forward, brushing past me with a deliberate shoulder bump that made me take a half-step back to keep my balance, like I was an obstacle in a hallway he was too important to navigate around.The two guys followed right behind, glancing back just long enough to ensure their message stuck."You’re lucky," one of them muttered as he passed in a tone suggesting he didn’t think I was lucky at all.And then they were gone.Just like that. Like they had swooped in, made my entire afternoon significantly worse, and moved on without a second thought, already on to whatever came next.The café noise slowly returned around me, conversations picking back up, cups clinking, the machine hissing like nothing had happened. Like the floor hadn’t just shifted under me a little. Like I hadn’t just been reminded, very efficiently and in front of witnesses, exactly where I stood.I stood there for a second longer than neces

ELLISBy the time I wrapped up my shift at the flower shop after my classes, my feet were seriously feeling it, like they were really trying to complain.They weren’t hurting enough to stop me from walking, nor so bad that I could justify taking a long break, but just enough to let me know I’d been on them for hours, smiling at customers who agonized over picking between roses and lilies as if their choice would change their lives.Meanwhile, I was doing some mental math on how much my time was worth each hour and whether it was actually sufficient. Spoiler: it never really was, but that was a worry for another time.I slipped out the back door with a relieved sigh, adjusting the strap of my small bag on my shoulder. The evening air hit my face, cooler and gentler than earlier when it felt like it was trying to suffocate everyone.The sun was already dipping down, casting that lovely golden hue that made even the most ordinary streets seem a bit more forgiving, like the city was tryin