Todos os capítulos de More Than a Campus Fling: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

TONY. That Same Hour. The Glass Penthouse. He lay sprawled on his back across the soft cushioned couch in the living-room, one arm hanging loosely off the edge, his chest rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm. His black hair fell messily across his face, partially covering his closed eyes as a low, quiet snore escaped him, blending into the silence of the house. The vibration of his phone shattered it. A sharp, rattling buzz against the tempered glass stool beside him. His brows twitched. He shifted slightly but didn’t open his eyes. “Who the fuck is that…” he muttered, his voice thick with sleep, refusing to move as the phone continued vibrating insistently. It stopped. Silence returned for barely a second. Then it started again. “Fuck,” he breathed out, irritation snapping through him as his eyes opened abruptly, the last trace of sleep vanishing. He rolled onto his side, arm stretching toward the stool, fingers closing around the phone. Marcus. Tony exhaled sharp

That Same Hour.NOAH.A Multimillion-dollar Condo Apartment Off Campus.Noah sat comfortably against the backrest of the long cream-colored couch in his living room, one arm stretched lazily along the cushion beside him while the other held the TV remote loosely against his thigh. The massive flat-screen television mounted across the luxurious room reflected against the polished marble floors, the sound from the soundbar beneath it filling the condo with sharp dialogue and background music.His legs rested casually on the glass-tempered stool in front of him, attention fully locked on the screen.On the couch to his left sat Tom.Tom barely looked interested in the show.His head stayed lowered toward his phone, thumb dragging lazily across the screen as its lights flickered faintly against his face.And then—The loud opening theme of a new episode exploded through the soundbar.Tom’s eyes flicked upward toward the television.“What episode is this?” he asked.Noah didn’t take his ey

Three Day Later.AVA.My eyes slowly parted open to the white ceiling above me.I blinked once.Then twice.The faint smell of antiseptics filled my lungs almost immediately.What’s going on? Where am I?The thought hit me instantly.My eyes drifted slowly toward the window to my left.An IV pole stood there beside the bed.A clear drip bag hung from it, the tube disappearing into the back of my hand.My brows pulled together in confusion.I tried turning slowly onto my side—“Ah…”A sharp ache spread through me instantly.Everything felt heavy.Sore.I forced myself to look toward the other side of the room instead.Machines beeped steadily beside me.Slow.Rhythmic.Cold.What am I doing in the hospital? What happened?Another thought flooded my head just before my eyes landed on a figure seated quietly in the corner of the room.Their back rested against the chair.Eyes closed.Still.I stared for several seconds before recognition finally settled in.“Mom?”The word slipped weak

Two Days Later.VINCENT POV— TONY’S DAD.(Blackwood Institute Administration Building.)Vincent pushed open the glass boardroom door and stepped inside.The door shut softly behind him.Every conversation around the long polished table died almost immediately.His white shirt fit perfectly against his frame, the sleeves folded neatly at his wrists, while his black pants looked sharp and immaculate as he walked toward the head of the table with measured steps.The room carried the quiet tension of authority.Cabinet members already occupied both sides of the table.Faculty heads.Administrative officers.Security representatives.All waiting.Vincent reached the chair at the far end of the table and pulled it back smoothly before taking his seat.The leather creaked softly beneath him.His gaze dropped briefly toward the silver watch around his wrist.3:04 PM.He lifted his eyes again.“Let’s begin.”The secretary to the board, a middle-aged man seated a few chairs away, adjusted the d

Three Days Later.TONY.The Glass Penthouse.Tony lay flat on his back across the king-sized bed, the gray sheets tangled loosely around his waist while the pale morning light filtered through the thin curtains covering the floor-to-ceiling windows of his master bedroom.The silence inside the massive glass penthouse sat heavy.Only the faint rustle of trees outside disturbed the silence.His chest rose slowly.Fell slowly.Then his body shifted.He rolled onto his side with a quiet groan buried in his throat, one arm sliding beneath the pillow while his eyes slowly parted open toward the faint glow leaking through the curtains.A soft breath escaped him.“Mm…”His jaw stretched with a tired yawn before he rolled toward the other side of the bed.His hand dragged lazily across the mattress until his fingers touched his phone resting on the nightstand.The screen lit instantly beneath his thumb.8:14 AM.Tony blinked once.Then his thumb swiped down the notification panel.A reminder s