Todos los capítulos de Dangerous Power Play: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 6

Maxime Pov The Northpoint house party is a beast all its own—a living, sweating, pulsing animal with bad intentions and zero chill. Every breath I take is thick with cheap beer, tequila fumes, and too many different brands of overpriced cologne. It’s sensory overload—the walls vibrate with bass so heavy it shakes my insides, lights flicker strobe patterns over faces I mostly recognize and wish I didn’t. Navigating this place is war; shoulders bump mine, someone spills a drink down my arm, and my boots stick to floors that haven’t seen a mop since move-in day. The whole place of alcohol. I spot Simone before she sees me—of course she's claimed the best seat in the house. She’s perched on a barstool in the kitchen, legs crossed with all the careless confidence of a girl who’s never had to beg for attention in her life. Her dark hair falls glossy over her face, and she's holding court with a pack of drooling sophomore boys who can’t tell if they want to worship her or get out of her

Maxime ; The worst thing about closing at “Meeting Point” isn’t even the hours or the drunk idiots—it’s how the night sticks to you afterward. By the time I drag myself up the stairs to my apartment, I smell like beer foam, bleach, and somebody’s awful cologne, and my feet are threatening legal action. I should be exhausted enough to pass out instantly. Instead, I’m wide awake. Connor McLeod. God. I can still feel his hands on my waist, the scrape of his teeth against my neck, the way he looked at me like he already knew I was screwed. I pause outside the apartment door and force my expression back to neutral. If I walk in smiling like an idiot, Simone’s gonna interrogate me like a detective with a warrant. The second I step inside, the familiar smell of microwave popcorn and lavender spray hits me. Simone’s sprawled across my bed scrolling through TikTok while Troy’s at the desk, half-buried in anatomy notes with one earbud hanging out. Simone glances up. “Oh wow. The dead ri

All day, my phone might as well have been a live grenade in my pocket. Every time I felt it vibrate—or even thought about Connor’s last message—I got hit with another wave of adrenaline.I can come to your dorm. Or you can come to mine.Technically, I still haven’t replied.Realistically? I’ve reread those texts so many times I could probably recite the exact punctuation from memory.For the past eight hours, Simone’s been calling me a coward in increasingly creative ways.Troy’s been calling me “reasonable,” but the look on his face says he fully expects me to make a terrible decision anyway.And me?I’ve mostly been trying—and failing—not to imagine what’s actually going to happen when Connor McLeod shows up at my door.By the time the three of us make it back to the apartment that evening, my nerves are completely shot. I toss my bag onto the floor and collapse in front of my laptop, desperate for literally any distraction.Unfortunately, my unfinished article for the campus paper