All Chapters of Hate to love you: The star's forbidden obsession: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

ZAYDENMy chest tightened, and I felt the room closing around me. Yet I managed to keep my face blank, mindful of my expression. More than fifty pairs of eyes were trained on me, waiting for a crack in my armor, sniffing for weaknesses. “Yo! Saint Mercer, didn't you hate clubs? How come the school heartthrob is here to roll with sinners like us?” A loud drunken voice rambled behind me. “It seems Dorian needs his leash.” Ronan said coldly, cutting him off. The snide comments others were preparing to hurl at me dissipated. Being kicked out of Ronan’s party was a disgrace that followed one for a lifetime. No one wanted to be made an example of. Jace threw an arm around my shoulder. “Bro, I'm glad you made it. You shouldn't be stuck up all the time. You should unwind once in a while.”Two servers came to me, one carrying a plate of fruit salad, fries, and KFC style chicken. One had a tray with mocktails, cocktails, wine and whiskey. I took the mocktail and wine, letting the waiter ta

ZAYDENRonan relaxed back into the seat, arm outstretched, giving her unrestricted access to his body. His eyes were fixed on me, a victorious smirk on his face. He was waiting for me to make a fool of myself, snap and drag Liora off him, becoming the butt of jokes for the rest of the semester. I've already been embarrassed enough, I won't give them any more things to gloat over. Liora’s fingers trailed up his shirt, and she leaned closer to his face, tongue swiping up the trace of sweat on his neck. Her breathing had turned heavy, making it obvious this drama was veering dangerously off the track of a mere dare. People cheered and whistled. Jace stole a glance at me, eyes filled with worry. I didn't blow up. I sat calmly, watching it all. Her fingers trailed up his chest, and her mouth found his, swallowing him an open mouthed passionate kiss. Ronan relaxed, letting her explore his body. The entire period, his eyes were fixed on me, like I was the main audience he was putting on

ZAYDENMy eyes went wide with shock, heart pounding a mile a minute. Ronan Devereaux was kissing me. Why? Had he gone crazy? “Mmmm…” He swallowed my sounds of protests, and his palm on my ass squeezed lightly, his eyes drifting shut. His other hand at the back of my head, pushed me deeper into his mouth, his tongue running over the seam of my lips, forcing them open and shoving his tongue in. Perhaps it was shock that kept me transfixed, it could also be this strange momentary lapse of judgement that made my limbs go weak and I grabbed his arm, clinging to him for dear life. My legs became too weak to support me. If not because he was holding me tightly I had a strong suspicion that I would have crumbled to the floor. He began to move us backwards, till my back hit the edge of a table. This room was really strange. Why was there a table in an uninhabited room? My mind went blank, chest tight. Air. I need air. I opened my mouth wider, trying to inhale. Ronan took that as an invit

ZAYDENFor two whole minutes, I said nothing, merely watching him, unblinking. “Are you sick?” I suddenly asked. He looked at me, as if taken aback by my response. “What?”“You've been saying lots of stranger things nowadays, you should go get checked out at the hospital before it gets too serious.” I said earnestly, even managing to sound sincere and concerned. He scoffed, then shook his head. “Did you just call me crazy?”I shrugged and gestured around us. “This just proves your condition has gotten quite worse.” My fingers drifted up his chest, then his neck, stopping over his adam's apple, and our eyes met. “Otherwise, you won't be saying lots of things that are hard for normal humans to understand. Ronan, all those drinks must have done something terrible to your brain.”His eyes were fixed on me, jaws ticking. Somehow, his silence and lack of reaction was scarier than his anger. But I couldn't resist the overwhelming desire to taunt him some more. “If not, why will you be so

ZAYDENBy the time I came to school Monday morning, others had been there and practiced for an hour. The coach was glaring at me. I lowered my backpack to the ground, and avoided his eyes. There really was no option. I had to visit Kael's school and plead with them. But at least, I joined the fitness sessions last night, and only dropped off this morning while others continued to the school. “Mercer, you must be feeling confident since everyone hails you as the golden boy, huh?” The coach's pitch was cold, scathing and filled with restrained anger. “You probably thought the rehearsals is a waste of time, and you don't need to listen to my instructions and get familiar with the updated IIHF rules.”My throat bobbed and I lowered my head. “I'm sorry, coach. I had an emergency.”“What emergency?” He snapped back, eyes burning. “This is your fucking future on the line. The World Cup comes up next year. If you don't get into a club now, you will never make it in time. If you end up not