All Chapters of Hate to love you: The star's forbidden obsession: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

RONANFor several seconds, I didn't move. My heart sank.Could something have happened behind my back? Did he misunderstand me again? Or…“Do you hate running errands for me that much?” I whispered, unable to stop the pain clouding my eyes or the terrifying feeling of my heart being squeezed in a vice.“Errands?” He chuckled and looked up at me, his eyes exhausted. There were no tears in them, but somehow, that did nothing to reassure me. An overwhelming sense of defeat seemed to roll off him in waves.“You call humiliating me in front of the whole school just errands? Turning me into a joke?” His pitch was low, his eyes meeting mine, steady and unwavering.“I couldn't sleep for days because I didn't know when you would strike again. Even with a fever and a broken arm, I still have to come running like a pathetic dog.”My mouth dropped open. I wanted to explain. To tell him that I never wanted this.Zayden scoffed and pulled on his jeans, letting them pool around his ankles.“Ronan, I

RONANI watched Zayden tear up the contract. For a while, I couldn't breathe. He doesn't want us bound by contract. Does that mean he wants us…I didn't dare to complete the thought. As I watched his jaw tightened with suppressed anger and determination, he looked more and more like the Zayden I fell for.“You can go. I'm not in the mood today.” I whispered and sat on the bed beside him.My mood had already gone sour, eagerness dropped to zero. If I still have sex with him in such a setting, it will feel like a transaction. I want our first sex to be emotional and full of love. Today's incident couldn't be how our first time would happen. I refuse it.“Let's eat.”“I ate before coming.” He whispered, staring intently at me. He opened his mouth, then closed it. There was a strange calculation in his eyes that unsettled me. That familiar suspicion and resentment was ever present in his gaze.I turned to look at the food at the wine counter. I had lost my appetite.After a while he s

RONANHis kiss was like a rush of euphoric drugs to my brain. I could not stop even if I wanted to.Giving him an out took every bit of self control and willpower from me. And to my greatest relief, he chose to continue.He chose me. That should at least mean he had a certain degree of affection for me. He wants this. Maybe not as much as I did, but he definitely wanted this.That was all the affirmation I needed. I cupped the back of his head as gently as I could, with my arm resting on his back, and flipped him.He gasped, face flushed, looking at me with that wide eyed unfocused desire that made something in me go crazy.“Zayd, you don't know what you've done to me.” He licked his lower lip, and the movement instantly shot a throb of hot desire to my nether region.I swallowed the moan threathening to spill out of my lips. Carefully, I balanced my weight on my elbow, ready to give my man the loving he deserves.My knuckles traced the bridge of his nose, down to his lips. His eyeli

ZAYDENAfterwards, I lay on the bed while Ronan panted against me, his breath warm against my skin. He placed a kiss on my forehead, then carefully removed his condom, tied it, and dropped it on the floor beside the bed.“Baby,” I heard him whisper as he reached for me.My body froze instinctively.He pulled me into his embrace and wrapped both arms around me, drawing me firmly against his chest. My back was pressed against him, both our bodies still slick with sweat, and for several seconds, I simply lay there, too exhausted to dissect what he was doing.What's he doing?Wasn't he the famous Playboy who kicked people off the moment he finished, reached for a smoke, and acted as though whatever had happened between them had never meant anything?The more he acted clingy like this, the more apprehensive I became.His lips brushed against the back of my neck, soft and lingering, and I could feel him smiling against my skin.“Zayd, I'm so happy. Thank you.” He whispered, kissing my hair.

RONANThe moment he walked into the house, I knew something was off.I felt it immediately—the tension in his body, the strange emptiness behind his eyes, the way his movements seemed almost deliberate, as though every second he spent here had already been measured.But like the fool I was, I chose to ignore it.If his brother really was kidnapped today, then why did he come here?Why come to my house? Why come to my bed? To give me his body as some kind of peace offering?The thought made something painful clench inside my chest.I had asked him numerous times if he was okay, and every single time, he urged me to continue. He had looked at me and told me not to stop.Was it to punish me?Was this his way of making me pay, by turning the beautiful memories I had just created with him into an abomination I would eventually hate remembering?The thought made my stomach twist.But why would Bryan kidnap that brat?Even if he had never liked old Mercer, even if he had reasons to despise t