All Chapters of Rooming With The Enemy: The Alpha’s Forbidden Mate: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

CassianFrom where I am sitting on the bleachers, I can see the exact moment the rug is pulled from under Rhett’s feet.He is standing on the ice, looking completely paralyzed as the coach yells at the entire team. His mouth is slightly open, his eyes blinking in absolute confusion as Jacob gets chewed out and kicked off the team for a petition he obviously knows nothing about. I can’t help the slow smirk that spreads across my lips.It’s beautiful.Rhett thought he had me cornered this morning with his little stack of evidence. He really thought being the son of the owner of Blackridge meant he could just boss me around and force me into submission. But he forgot that I know how to play dirty, too; even though I admit I was very careless about getting him to be my roommate.At least I have learned my lesson from it.He wanted a public apology on the university forum, so I gave him one—and I just made sure to route the digital signature through Jacob’s student portal before I hit uplo

CassianRhett walks into the room just as I am putting away my laundry I have just received from the dry cleaners. He sighs when he sees me and rolls his eyes, dropping his helmet on his bed. “So, what’s this about, huh?”“What?” I ask, blinking innocently at him. I cross my arms over my chest as I take a few steps toward him.“Jacob? Savannah?” He scoffs and shakes his head, sucking his teeth. “Yeah, you’re up to something that’s not good.”I tilt my head at him and lift my brows. “You sound paranoid. I hear therapy works for constant paranoia… that it might be PTSD from something traumatic. Or maybe you’re scared of karma. Did you do something bad, Rhettie?”He lets out a laugh of disbelief, and this time, he is the one that takes a step forward, until there’s almost no space between us. “Wow, Cassian. Who knew you had so much evil in you… you mentioned therapy to Savannah, didn’t you?”“She agrees you need it,” I smile graciously. “We got to talking, and she admits there’s somethin

Rhett I needed to get away from Blackridge.Between feeling suffocated by my father paying me surprise visits, the rumors spreading around the hockey team, and Cassian constantly finding new ways to drive me insane in that dorm room, I just needed to breathe.So, I packed a bag and decided to take Savannah to my late mother’s cottage for the weekend. It was a small, secluded place deep in the woods, about an hour away from the campus. I hadn’t been here in about three years because every single time, I remembered that she had died and how she died, making me angry and bitter all the same. But now, I had come here to confront my worst fears.The plan we had was simple: clean up the dust and make dinner together. Savannah had been really excited about it, but I really was not. It just felt like a relief to be out of the city.“It’s really beautiful here, Rhett,” Savannah said softly, placing a box of groceries on the wooden kitchen counter. She smiled at me, looking around at the dusty

Rhett Savannah is already fast asleep beside me, snoring softly as she’s snuggled deep under the covers. The room is completely dark, save for the pale moonlight filtering through the window. I stare at the ceiling, my mind running in a million different directions aa it feels impossible to sleep despite the fact that I am exhausted. It’s even more difficult because I am trying not to turn around too much so as not to wake Savanah.When I can’t hold the position I am in any longer and I turn my head to find a better position, my eyes travel toward the floor and catch a glimpse of her jacket on the rug. Suddenly I remember the way she had quickly slid that little object into her cloth pocket when she thought I wasn’t looking.Very quietly, I slip out from the bed, making sure the mattress doesn't move or make a single sound. Savannah doesn't even stir. She just shifts slightly and continues sleeping.I tiptoe across the floor until I am kneeling right next to the jacket, my heart pudi

Cassian Rhett fucking Reed is kissing me!Rhett, the most masculine of masculine men, who has never afforded to have anything emasculate him or bruise his fragile masculine ego and… have I said the word masculine? Yep! This can’t be.It has to be a fucking dream. I freeze for a second too long, trying to process it, trying to tell myself I am imagining the moment. But his warmth is in my mouth, and his hands on my neck are definitely pulling me closer.Bloody fucking hell.I kiss him back—very much against my will, but there’s this force I can’t stop. We are staggering away from the wall, stumbling blindly through the living room until my legs hit the frame of a sofa that’s crowded with pillows. He pushes me down onto it, while my hands are tangled around his shirt, touching the rock-hard muscles that are burning to the touch. Blood rushes to my groin instantly, an ache I haven’t felt in a very long time taking over my senses. An ache that I didn’t expect to feel for him… to feel wi