All Chapters of My Enemy [BL]: Chapter 461 - Chapter 470

ELLISGod, that was a complete disaster...I dragged a hand over my face. Maybe if I stood here long enough, the floor would finally open up and swallow me whole. But unfortunately, life had never shown me that kind of mercy, and it wasn’t going to start today.Slowly, I turned around.Julian was still standing a few feet away. His hair was messy from sleep, and he was still without a shirt, his bare chest revealing something I’d have complicated feelings about under different circumstances. He looked like he’d just woken up, but there was no trace of grogginess left in his eyes; just quiet, steady focus.That somehow made it all feel worse.My stomach dropped. "So..how much of that did you hear?"The words came out rougher than I intended. Julian didn’t even hesitate. "Pretty much everything."Holy crap...I wanted to fucking die. Right then and there. I groaned and covered my face with my hands. "Fantastic.""Ellis—""Nope," I interjected, pointing at him without looking, my voice mu

ELLISThe next evening, I found myself making my way to Kingston Hall, hands jammed deep into my jacket pockets and an uncomfortable knot twisting in my stomach.The campus had always had a different vibe at night. The crowds were sparse, the pathways hushed, and the soft glow of the streetlights smoothed out the harsh lines of the surrounding buildings, giving them a strangely gentle feel.Groups of students passed by, giggling about things that might have felt crucial at that moment but would probably be forgotten by morning. In the distance, music spilled from an open dorm window, something with a deep bass that felt out of place in the stillness of the evening, yet somehow fit perfectly.Usually, I’d soak in the calm atmosphere, maybe sit in a bench someone and do some people watching. But tonight, my mind was too busy for that.I reached into my pocket and grasped the little hockey keychain that hung from my keys. It had become a bit of a habit...whenever I felt anxious or overwh

ELLISThe realization hit me as I moved down the hallway."Oh," I said, out loud, to no one.I halted. For one blissful second, common sense suggested that turning around and leaving right then and there was the only reasonable option.I pushed the bedroom door open.The sight hit me like a punch to the the fucking gut.Pamela was on her back in the middle of the bed, completely naked, legs spread wide.A guy I didn’t recognize, tall, muscular, with messy dark hair... was on top of her, thrusting into her hard and deep. The wet, rhythmic sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mixed with Pamela’s breathy moans and his low grunts.Her breasts bounced with every thrust, nipples hard. One of her hands was gripping the guy’s back, nails digging into his skin, while the other fisted the sheets.Her head was tilted back, lips parted, eyes half-closed in pleasure. The guy had one hand gripping her thigh, holding her leg open as he drove into her again and again, the slick sound

ELLISBy the time it was eleven-thirty, I had checked the time so often that my phone probably felt a bit judged at this point.The apartment was eerily quiet. You know, that kind of quiet that creeps into every corner of the room and settles down as if it’s dust, lingering and just a little suffocating.Usually, I welcomed the stillness. After a long day filled with customers, classes, coworkers, and whatever new disaster life had decided to throw my way, coming home to peace typically felt like a well-deserved reward.Not to mention the fact I just caught a girl who went on and on about how she really liked me with another day earlier that evening.But tonight? It just felt off. Like a room missing a key piece of furniture. I rolled onto my side and shot another glance at the clock.11:37 PM.Julian was never this late. Yeah...that was sort of my thing.A frustrated sigh escaped my lips. This was dumb. He was an adult, fully functioning, annoyingly attractive, and frustratingly capa

ELLISThe soft light from the bedside lamp stretched shadows across our small room, giving it a charged, intimate vibe. I lay there on my back, my heart racing like it was trying to escape, with Julian’s warm body beside me. His arm casually rested on my waist, but there was nothing casual about the way his fingers started tracing slow patterns along the hem of my shirt.My thoughts were a complete fucking mess, What were we doing? But my body betrayed me, leaning into his touch just a bit before I could stop myself."Relax, Ellis," Julian whispered, his voice low and a bit rough, sending unwelcome shivers up my spine. He moved closer, his breath brushing over my ear as his hand slipped under my shirt again.His palm was warm, just rough enough to feel real against my skin, and he took his time, as if he had all night to explore me. "You’re so tense. Let me take care of it."I swallowed hard, trying to protest, but my voice caught in my throat as his fingers found my nipple again. He