All Chapters of Playing Fake With Kade Black : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Sora Kade's warning echoes through my mind as I watch Cam shift his weight from one leg to the other. The twins stare up at me, their wide eyes bouncing between us as they wait for my answer. "I know you don't want to talk to me, but Sora, please." His voice is quieter than I'm used to, stripped of its usual confidence. "I'm tired of our fights. I'm so tired, Sora. I am." A lump forms in my throat. This feels like every conversation we've had over the past few weeks, circling the same pain without ever fixing it. Things had already been bad after he started dating Daisy. I'd pulled away, convinced putting distance between us was the only way I'd survive watching him choose someone else. Now? Now we barely knew how to exist in the same room without arguing. It didn't even matter what the argument was about anymore. We'd find something. We always did. "Fine," I sigh, glancing toward Chloe. "Until Chloe comes back with my phone." It doesn't escape my notice that she's still talk

T/W: Mild Knife Play. Kade I decide to give her a full minute's head start. I've spent years learning this maze, and now I know it like the back of my hand. There’s no way she'll find her way out in sixty seconds, not when every turn looks like the last. Sixty seconds. That's the most generous I'm willing to be. I lean against one of the hedge walls and count beneath my breath, my eyes closed as I listen to the faint sounds of the night. I should have grabbed a pack of cigarettes to distract myself while I wait, but the cold air is already enough to keep me alert. Somewhere beyond the hedges, I catch the faint trace of her perfume, that warm, sweet scent that always seems to linger around her. Fifty-one. Forty-three. Thirty. The image of Cam holding her hands earlier flashes through my mind again. The smile that spread across her face when she looked at him sits beneath my skin like a splinter. Every time I try to dig it out, it only sinks deeper. Twenty. Ten.

SoraDinner is awkward, to put it mildly. Kade hates me, Vaughn and Daisy keep throwing little jabs my way, and somehow the only person at this table decent enough to speak to me is Cam, which is the last thing I need right now. Not after everything Kade told me and the way things unfolded afterward.I wasn't trying to take Cam's side. I was only trying to be the neutral ground between the two brothers, but apparently even that was too much to ask when I had no idea what had happened between them.I push my food around my plate, barely tasting anything as the weight of the conversation in Kade's room sits heavily in my chest. Three years in prison for something he didn't do. How the fuck did Cam kill someone and not even once tell me? Sigh, he has always been reserved and calm, I’m sure the guilt ate him so much for years, I wonder how he survived without me. I raise my head, and my eyes land on Kade across the table. Our gazes meet for a split second. His expression is stone cold, u

Kade I never pegged Sora as the clubbing type, and the last I checked, she wasn’t exactly comfortable in crowded spaces either. Fuck, she must have been seriously pissed to choose a place like that to blow off steam. “Which club?” I ask as I slide into my car, tossing Sora’s dress onto the passenger seat before starting the engine. “Take a wild guess.” “I’m not in the mood for your games, Jack. You gonna talk or not?” He lets out a long sigh. “They’re heading to Echelon.” My brows draw together. “Where’s that?” “You don’t know Ryder Cole? He’s part of the Elites. Your circle.” I barely pay attention to the name as I connect my phone to the car’s system and pull out of the driveway. “That doesn’t matter. Send me the location and meet me there. Sandy will need someone to take her home.” Jack chuckles under his breath. “You’re going after Sora, aren’t you?” I tighten my grip around the steering wheel, refusing to answer the obvious. “Just send me the fucking loc

Sora“So, about those two,” she says with a knowing smile as we head toward the elevator. I glance over my shoulder, searching the crowd for Sandy, but there’s no sign of her anywhere. So much for calling for backup.“You said he’s sort of your boyfriend. What does that mean?” she asks, pressing the elevator button.“Uhm…” I scratch lightly at my hair, suddenly very interested in the floor beneath my feet. My tongue feels strangely heavy, and I can already imagine the questions that would follow if I admitted Kade and I were pretending. How the hell am I supposed to explain a fake relationship without sounding like a teenager caught in some ridiculous school drama?“Oh, it’s okay if you can’t tell me.” She smiles, and before I can respond, she continues. “Ryder and I started with a fake relationship too. It was more like a bet, actually. I hated him to my bones, but I guess I was only lying to myself.”My head snaps toward her.A fake relationship?Just like me and Kade.The elevator