All Chapters of Tamed By The Campus Bad Boy: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

AARON'S POVI stared at the photo for a full three seconds before my brain caught up with what I was looking at.It wasn't Leon in the frame. It was Rose, tangled up in bedsheets with some guy I didn't recognize — dark hair, older, maybe in his mid-twenties, his hand splayed possessively across her hip in a way that made something protective and furious spike in my chest even though she wasn't mine to protect.Beside me, Leon had gone completely rigid."Where did you get this," Leon said, his voice unnervingly quiet."It's been circulating," Damian said, and to his credit, he didn't look smug about it. If anything, he looked almost apologetic, which somehow made it worse. "Some guy from a fraternity two campuses over is bragging about it in his group chats. I recognized her from a photo on your Instagram, Leon. I thought you'd want to know before it spread further.""Who is he," I asked."Nobody important. A senior who apparently collects photos like trophies." Damian's mouth twisted

AARON'S POVI saw Leon's father's eyes land on the truck through the window, and my stomach dropped straight through the floor of it.For a second I considered just driving off — sparing Leon whatever this was about to become, letting him handle his family without an audience. But then the front door opened wider, and Leon appeared in the frame, his face pale, his eyes finding mine with an expression that was somewhere between apology and plea."He wants you inside too," Leon said, his voice barely carrying to where I sat.I turned the engine off and got out slowly, every instinct telling me this was going to go badly no matter what I did next.The inside of the house was quieter than I expected, the kind of quiet that comes right before something breaks. Leon's father stood in the hallway, tall and severe, flanked by his wife on one side and a guy I didn't recognize on the other — the same guy from the photos Damian had shown us, I realized, close up now, his expression an infuriatin

AARON'S POVI didn't know where to take him.My apartment felt too small for what had just happened, too flimsy a place to hold the size of what I'd just watched Leon lose in that living room. But he didn't ask to go anywhere else, and I wasn't about to let him out of my sight, so I drove us back to my place in silence, one hand on the wheel and the other resting on his knee the entire way.He didn't cry again. That almost scared me more than if he had. He just sat there, staring out the window, hollowed out and quiet in a way that felt fundamentally wrong on him."Talk to me," I said once we were inside, once I'd gotten him settled on the couch with a blanket he didn't ask for and didn't refuse either."What is there to say," he said flatly. "My dad just found out his son is gay in the worst possible way, in front of my mom, in front of a stranger who came to our house specifically to blow up Rose's life. There's nothing to say, Aaron. It's done.""It's not done," I said, sitting bes

AARON'S POVI broke every speed limit between my apartment and Leon's house.He sat rigid in the passenger seat, his phone clutched in both hands, calling Rose over and over, getting nothing but her frantic, half-formed updates between attempts to reach someone — anyone — at the hospital his mother had apparently already been rushed to."They said it might be her heart," he said, his voice hollow, staring blindly out the windshield. "She's never had heart problems. She's fifty-two, Aaron, she doesn't have heart problems.""Stress does strange things to people," I said quietly, reaching over to grip his hand, trying to anchor him to something solid when everything else was clearly spinning. "It doesn't mean it's serious. It doesn't mean it's your fault, either, whatever you're telling yourself right now.""How do you know what I'm telling myself?""Because I know you," I said simply. "And I know you're already convinced this happened because of today. Because of the video, because of w

AARON'S POVI read the text over Leon's shoulder twice before the full weight of it settled into my stomach like a stone."He knows about the complaint already," I said slowly. "It went out this morning. How does he know that fast unless—""Unless he's the one who filed it," Leon finished, his voice hollow.I didn't answer, because there wasn't really anything left to say. Every instinct I had was screaming that we were right, and every instinct was also screaming that confronting him without proof would just hand him another chance to spin the story his way, the same way he'd spun it in that coffee shop."Don't reply yet," I said. "Not until we actually know something."Leon set the phone down like it had burned him, dragging both hands through his hair, and I watched two days of accumulated exhaustion settle deeper into his shoulders. Before I could say anything else, my own phone rang, buzzing hard against the counter.I didn't recognize the number. I almost let it go to voicemail