All Chapters of Playing Fake With Kade Black : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Kade“What does it look like I’m doing, Shadow?” I smile up at her, tracing lazy circles along her thigh as she shifts beneath me.“Stop playing games. I’m asking an important question.” Her brows draw together, the amusement fading from her face. “Chloe doesn’t like me, and I think it has a lot to do with her feelings for you. I mean, if she can fake an attack like she did earlier, I’m scared of what she might do next.”“I already handled her. Don’t worry about it.”My jaw tightens despite the calmness in my voice. She’s right. Chloe is a potential problem, one I’ve managed to contain for now, but containment isn’t a permanent solution. I’ll have to figure out something better before she decides to make another scene.Sora studies my face, her eyes moving over every twitch and shift as if she’s trying to pry the truth out of me without asking for it.“How much is your family hiding?” she asks quietly. “You went to prison and have a twin. Hell, nobody even knows about Chloe to begin w

TW: Improper use of Forks and knife. If you don’t like this please you can skip this chapter.SoraKade’s eyes darken as they glower at me. “I noticed you liked it when my knife was right next to your pussy, so I was thinking…” he trails off, picking up the bottle on the table.He sets it down next to me, then places the knife and a fork side by side. “I want to know how well you’ll love these in you, baby.”The stomach tightens, the private room is dim, the only real light coming from the large screen that takes up most of one wall. Through it I can see the club below — packed bodies moving under flashing lights, people dancing, drinking, completely unaware of anything happening up here. The bass thumps steadily through the floor, vibrating under my feet.I stare at the three objects lined up on the table, blankly. There’s no way he’s actually planning on using them right? Sure the thought of the knife on me, excited me to my core.“You’re not serious,” I say, my voice quieter than I

KadeShe was made for me. There’s no denying it now. I’d had my suspicions before, little things I couldn’t quite explain, but tonight had stripped away every doubt. Seeing that same reckless streak in her, that willingness to meet me somewhere most people would never dare to go, leaves something hot and possessive curling beneath my ribs.Sora blinks up at me, her lips moving around a few words I can’t make out. Before I can ask what she said, her knees buckle.“Shit.”I catch her around the waist, pulling her against me before she can hit the floor. Her head drops against my shoulder, and her weight settles heavily into my arms.I look down at her face.Her lashes flutter once before going still, her breathing slow and even. A tired little crease remains between her brows, and I can’t stop the smile tugging at my mouth.I really wore her out.The thought sends a ridiculous surge of pride through me, but it fades when I remember where we are. We can’t stay in this room. Someone could

SoraKade has been awfully quiet since last night, and on any other evening, I would have spent half my time poking at him until he finally cracked and told me what was going on. Today, however, my body has officially betrayed me. Every step sends an uncomfortable ache through my legs, and sitting down makes me wince so badly that I have to pretend I’m merely adjusting my skirt.Who the hell decided I needed to agree to Kade’s depraved ideas last night? Nobody, apparently. That was entirely my own terrible decision-making.“I’m not even going to ask why you’re walking like there’s a hole between your legs,” Sandy says the moment we step into class.I shoot her a look, but the movement makes my headache throb harder. She doesn’t look much better herself. Her hair is a mess, her eyes are half-lidded, and the faint smell of alcohol seems to follow her like evidence from a crime scene.I stare at her for a second before dropping my bag beside my chair.“Again, what sort of life decisions

KadeKill Daisy. Break Cameron’s nose. Make Paxton disappear. The thoughts keep circling my head, each one darker than the last, but the bastard is still standing in Sora’s hospital room like he has every right to be here. I should be grateful he stepped in when he did, but gratitude is the last thing I feel whenever I look at him. He doesn’t even go to this school, yet somehow he transferred here and inserted himself into Sora’s life like he was waiting for an opportunity.“Kade, can you not?” Sora’s weak voice cuts through my thoughts, dragging my attention away from Paxton and back to her. She looks exhausted against the pillows, her face still pale beneath the harsh hospital lights, but somehow she has enough energy to notice me glaring across the room.“What did I do?” I ask, though the tightness in my jaw probably gives me away.“You were staring daggers at Paxton.” Her voice is soft, but there’s irritation underneath it. “He saved me, remember? You might not like him, but I owe