All Chapters of My Enemy [BL]: Chapter 591 - Chapter 600

ELLISI woke up to the aroma of coffee, which, under normal circumstances, would have been enough to convince me I had died and gone to heaven.But then I opened my eyes and remembered where I truly was.Apparently, heaven had an ocean view.The first thing I noticed was the pale blue sky peeking through the open glass doors, sunlight spilling into the room in long golden rays.The white curtains swayed gently with the breeze, bringing with them the scent of saltwater, and outside, waves rolled steadily against the shore, creating a sense of calm that felt almost unreal.The second thing that caught my eye was Julian.He was propped up against the headboard beside me, wearing just a pair of loose shorts, a cup of coffee in one hand, and a tablet resting on his thigh, looking like a picture from a lifestyle magazine I could only dream of.He looked annoyingly peaceful.I had a special dislike for peaceful people in the morning.Especially attractive, peaceful people.Especially attract

ELLISThe pool felt warm and steady as our kiss deepened, shifting from something casual to something way more intense. The slow, wet movement of our lips made everything else fade, the ocean, the tiles, even the knowledge that we were outside and could potentially be seen by some persistent seagull.Water cascaded over us, slicking our skin in the soft evening light. Julian’s hands found their way under the waistband of my soaked shorts.His palms were hot against my hips, thumbs pressing into that sensitive skin above my bone, almost like he was reminding himself he could take whatever he wanted.I was pressed against the cool tiled wall of the open-air enclosure, the ocean shimmering just beyond the low stone barrier.Each time he got closer, the hard line of him against my stomach made it hard to pretend I had any control over the situation.I kissed him back just as fiercely, one hand tangled in his wet hair at the nape of his neck while the other slid down the firm plane of his

ELLISThe straightforwardness of his words caught me off guard, leaving me temporarily speechless, my mouth slightly open and my cheeks so red I thought I might actually catch fire.He smirked at my reaction, his hands firmly pressing on the insides of my thighs, pushing them open again effortlessly and holding me exactly where he wanted me.His thumbs moved in slow circles against my sensitive skin, a gentle contrast to the way he was keeping me pinned to the bed with nowhere to run to."C’mon, baby... let me taste you, hm?"I remained frozen for what felt like an eternity, a mix of pride, embarrassment, and an overwhelming curiosity battling within me, until the fight finally ebbed away and I stopped trying to close my legs.Oh my god...this man had zero freaking shame, not a single ounce of it in his whole beautiful body!The soft sound of surrender that came out of me was embarrassingly close to a whimper.Julian made a low, pleased noise and lowered his head again without another

ELLISA week.That was how long we had been on the island, which was long enough for me to develop several concerning habits, including sleeping until I felt like waking up, eating food I couldn’t pronounce, and expecting someone to appear whenever I became mildly inconvenienced.I had also developed a dangerous attachment to the ocean. More specifically, I had developed an attachment to sitting beside it while somebody else did all the work.I still wasn’t convinced swimming was necessary.I had nearly drowned once, and I felt that should count as a perfectly reasonable reason to retire from aquatic activities permanently.Julian disagreed. He had spent the past week trying to convince me that I could, in fact, learn how to swim if I stopped behaving like the ocean had personally insulted me.I maintained that the ocean had done nothing to earn my trust, and that until it apologized, we were simply going to coexist from a respectful distance.The week itself had passed far too quickl

ELLISI had hardly taken three steps into the bedroom when it hit me: I had no clue what I was doing.There I stood in the center of the room, staring at our luggage as if it had personally offended me.Our clothes were strewn about from the week we’d spent on the island, most still neatly folded because, apparently, Julian had this superhuman ability to unpack without creating the chaos that I usually considered organization.My suitcase lay open next to the wardrobe, half-filled with clothes I had hastily thrown in at the trip’s start, convinced that packing for a private island was just like packing for a weekend at your average family home.Turns out, I was dead wrong...very wrong.I grabbed the first shirt I could find, a soft cotton number still carrying a hint of sunscreen and saltwater, a reminder of a different kind of evening that was now just a memory.Then I froze.Why was I even standing there, thinking about shirts?My dad was in the hospital.My dad needed surgery.My d