POSSESSION: Hate Me のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Jamie paced the small dorm room, bare feet making light sounds the wooden floor. This would be the last time he would be in here.Finally. Boxes lay open on the floor as both he and his best friend, Lucas, stuffed their belongings into them. His red hair was mussed, freckles scattered across his cheeks, and his greenish eyes were alive with mischief.“Lucas, I’m telling you, this trip is non-negotiable.”Lucas, sitting cross-legged on the floor with a book, he gently placed in a nearly full book, glanced over the rim of his glasses. His blond hair caught the afternoon light, stormy blue eyes but always so calm , small mole beneath his right eye lending him a thoughtful air. “Jamie, we just graduated. We need to look for jobs not plan trips?”Jamie stopped mid-step, hands on his hips, and grinned crazily. Lucas sighed.“Jobs? Who needs that anyways. Listen three months in Italy before we start corporate life, before we’re chained to emails and meetings and… and spreadsheets.” He flopp

Jamie’s walked meekly behind Matteos. His back was so broad and he could probably snap him if half if he tried. The mansion was enormous, impossibly silent except for the distant hum of some unseen appliance. Moonlight rays streamed through the towering windows, dust motes floating lazily in the rays. Every surface was pristine, gleaming, too perfect. It made Jamie feel… small.Matteo walked without looking back, like he expected Jamie to follow, the quiet control in his movements impossible to ignore. Even in his casual motion, there was a precision that made Jamie’s chest tighten. His pitch-black hair was neatly combed, the faint shadow of stubble along his jaw lending him a rugged, dangerous appeal. A silver cross glinted at his neck, catching the light with every slight turn of his head.Jamie tugged at the hem of his t-shirt, his usual cheeky grin not gracing the corners of his lips. He tried to match his energy with Matteo’s stillness, but it felt impossible. Every glance Matteo

“ How dare you make such a decision without even asking me?” Lucas whisper yelled at Jamie.Although they were alone he didn't want anyone hearing them.“ We dont even know anything about them!” Lucas continued.“umm.. yes we do. We know they are the owners of Unflix! Where would we get the chance to meet people like them again?” Jamie was also angry. He wondered why Lucas wanted to pass up such a huge opportunity like this. He wasn't going to let him.Lucas groaned. “ Havent you watched any movies about billionaires? They eat people!”The stared at each other for a moment before bursting into laughter.“ I did this for us okay? We don't have to spend any more money on this vacation and live in a mansion. For free!” Jamie continued.“ And you think theres no catch?” Lucas asked in a small voice.Jamie shrugged. “ Well I think Enzo likes...you.”“ WHAT?” Lucas voice rang out. His blue eyes wide and his mouth agap.“ I mean only a fool wouldnt see it from the way he looks at you.”“ We

The late afternoon sun spilled over the Sicilian coast, casting warm light across the a sleek black car. As Matteo’s car cut sharply down the winding road, black and silent. His jaw was tight, dark eyes hidden behind sunglasses, fingers drumming lightly on the steering wheel.Jamie had been dropped off at the mansion just moments ago, his cheeks still flushed from laughter and adrenaline, oblivious to the storm brewing in Matteo’s mind.Matteo’s teeth clenched. How dare anyone try to lay a hand on him. The thought was sharp, cold, and immediate. The amusement park, the teasing, the fun—it was supposed to be controlled, enjoyable. Yet someone had tried to hurt Jamie. A junkie. A fool.He arrived at a secluded villa on the outskirts of town, where the man had been held by his discreet operatives. The junkie was tied to a chair, shaking, eyes darting, realizing immediately the man entering was not one to joke with.“Who sent you?” Matteo’s voice was low, controlled—but every word was a b

Meanwhile, across the mansion, Lucas was finally feeling better. The sprained ankle had healed enough for him to walk unassisted, though he still favored his left leg slightly. He and Jamie had spent the morning planning a beach day—a proper, sun-drenched, carefree excursion.“Finally!” Jamie exclaimed, bouncing lightly, green eyes bright. “I’ve been waiting for this. Sun, sand, sea… everything! I can finally move.”Lucas laughed softly, stormy eyes meeting his. “I guess my ankle is good enough now. No excuses.”Jamie leaned in, nudging him playfully. “Good. Because I’ve got a list of things we have to do while you’re mobile again. Swimming in the beach… and maybe getting drunk.”Lucas shook his head, smirking faintly. “And I suppose I’ll be the responsible one?”Jamie grinned. “Responsible for… what? Keeping me alive?”The two left the mansion, the sun warm on their shoulders, laughter carrying across the soft breeze. The beach was quiet, secluded, sunlight sparkling on the waves lik