Unraveled (M x M romance) のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

ELLIOTThe first time I saw Asher Brooks, I knew he was going to be trouble.I knew it from the way he stepped into my house with his mother, like they owned the place.Well, in fairness, that was because they now did.Unfortunately, my father had decided that Asher’s mother was the new love of his life and decided to get married to her.Like anyone was going to replace my mother.I wish I could say I instantly hated Asher because of that. That I hated him because of what he and his mother’s presence entailed— my family slowly being replaced.That was part of the reason, yes, but it wasn’t the major one.I could not pinpoint exactly why he rubbed me off the wrong way.Maybe it was the way his dark, wavy hair touched his forehead so artfully. It was longish, curling above his collarbones slightly and it should’ve looked messy. Shouldn’t have looked charming. But it did. A feat my messy blonde hair could only dream of. Maybe it was his intense green eyes that stared at me like he could

ELLIOTI hated all aspects of this farce that my father forced me to participate in, but this was the moment I hated the most.The moment when we all sat around the table for dinner, pretending we were one big, happy family.It was a sick, twisted play. One my father forcefully made me a character in. And not even an important one. I was not the main character or even a supporting character. I was the background character. The extra. The one nobody gave a fuck about.Sometimes, I felt he included me just to feel less shitty. I’m sure he’d have loved to be alone with his new family. Without my pesky presence interfering.I would have loved to move out, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t leave everything behind. This was where the memories of my mother and brother lived and I refused to give it up.Besides, it was probably what my dad wanted so he could be free to do as he wished, so why would I give him what he wanted? Who knew what this house would turn to if I left him to do as he wished?“A

ASHERMusic thudded through the walls of Hayden’s house, bass vibrating beneath my feet and straight to my ribs. It was a song I barely recognized but one that people apparently enjoyed as bodies pressed together on the dance floor, gyrating to the music. Or maybe they just wanted to dance to anything.Laughter and shouted conversations overlapped. Someone pressed a red plastic cup into my hand without asking. It smelled like a mixture of cheap beer and something sweet.The air was thick with perfume, sweat and the sharp bite of alcohol.The entire thing felt claustrophobic rather than fun. Do people really do this every weekend? Willingly?I took a sip of the contents in my cup and winced, the burn familiar, grounding. Somewhere down the hall, a door slammed and cheers erupted. I pretended not to know what was happening behind it.I leaned back against the chair in the corner I was sitting in, cup warm in my hand. I couldn’t help but feel that strange mix of belonging and distance—su

ELLIOTI must’ve fallen asleep because one moment I was lying on my bed, staring at the ceiling and the next moment my door nearly flew off its hinges as someone barged in.I jolted upright, heart hammering, disoriented and angry before my brain could catch up. The room was dim, the digital clock on my side table glowing 11:30pm.Asher slammed the door shut behind him with enough force to rattle the walls.I blinked, adrenaline flooding my system as I took him in. He was breathing hard, chest rising and falling like he’d run here. His hair was a mess, his jaw tight, eyes burning with something that made my stomach sink.“What the hell is wrong with you?” he demanded.My head throbbed. My body still felt heavy with sleep, slow to react. “Get the fuck out of my room,” I said, my voice rough.“No,” he snapped. “I’m done letting you get away with this shit.”I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood, irritation spiking. “What the fuck did I do this time? What do you want?”His ha

ASHERI ignored another text message from Sofia.She’d been sending me messages every day since we broke up. It didn’t matter that I never responded to any of them.My phone pinged, signaling another notification.This time, I clicked on the message, curious about what she wanted to say.Sofia: Look, I’m sorry that I slept with your stepbrother or whatever, but you have to understand I’m not solely responsible for what went down. It’s your fault too. You never really gave me attention. You didn’t want to go to parties, didn’t want to go for dates, you didn’t want to do anything with me.I only slept with Elliot to get your attention. It meant nothing, trust me.Call me. Or text back. We can still fix this.Huh. Guessed she’d moved away from being apologetic.To be fair, she had a point. If I was being honest with myself, I pulled away from the relationship and unintentionally started stringing her along. She was easy to be with but maybe that was the problem. At some point, the relat