All Chapters of The Wrong Kind Of Love: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

YULIAKendrick entangled his large hands in my hair and groaned sleepily as I bobbed my head up and down on his dick.“Fuck, if I knew you would start waking me up like this, I would have made us sleep on the same bed together sooner.” My stomach tightened. I realized earlier that I loved hearing his rough, throaty, sleep-filled voice. It always caused my nerves to tingle. Smiling around his pole, I lifted slightly, circled my tongue around the head, and sucked slowly.The past few days with Kendrick couldn’t have been better. Sucking dick was never something I had an issue with, but I did enjoy it occasionally. Kendrick’s dick was different. It was the perfect size to take down my throat. He fit in my hand like it was molded for it. And it was the prettiest shade of brown I’d ever seen. My mouth watered each time I prepared to take it into my mouth. Also, since Kendrick didn’t eat a lot of junk and took care of his body well, his cum was a treat too.Kendrick soon emptied into my mou

KENDRICK Every head at the table turned toward Yulia. I hated that question the moment Mother asked it. Yulia blinked once, clearly caught off guard. She placed her fork down as she searched for an answer, and accidentally, the glass beside her tipped. Champagne splashed across the tablecloth and onto the front of her dress. “Shit,” she muttered. She stood so quickly her chair scraped against the ground. “Excuse me.” Before anyone could say anything, she disappeared toward the house. The table fell silent. Mother looked startled. Natalie's smile faded slightly. I exhaled slowly and set my cutlery down. “That question wasn't necessary, Mother.” She frowned, looking confused. “I was only making conversation.” “You put her on the spot,” I replied evenly. “She doesn’t even know Natalie like that.” My mother's expression softened immediately. “Oh…” For a moment, guilt crossed her face. “I didn't mean to.” “I know.” I pushed back my chair and stood. “I’ll be back.” Without waiting

YULIAMoving day felt strange, not because I was going back to university, but because I was leaving my father’s house for school. Again.The last few weeks had become a rhythm I never expected to settle into so easily. Living with Kendrick and then coming home to familiar voices in the background had somehow become normal. Small moments that quietly stitched themselves into my routine without permission.Now I stood in my room, surrounded by packed suitcases, watching reality settle in slowly. School was reopening, and as always, life was moving forward.A knock sounded against my bedroom door.“Come in!” I called out, glancing toward the door as I smoothed down the last of my packed suitcase.The door opened, and my breath caught.Kendrick stepped inside, dressed in a charcoal suit, looking unfairly attractive for someone who had been awake since six.I wasn’t expecting him to come here today. I blinked once. Then twice. “What are you doing here?”He looked entirely too calm for som

UNKNOWN POVShe gets away with everything. She gets to have everything.That’s what I kept coming back to. Not just him. Not what he does for her or how he looks at her or the way his whole body shifts when she’s in the room. All of that burns, yes. But what really ate at me was her. Just her. The way she moved through the world was so carefree and unbothered.I’d watched her go to school and settle on the first day, and go to class and back to her apartment and live this little life she’s built for herself, and all I can think is how unfair it is.How does she get to have him, and I don’t? How does she get to be loved, and I don’t?How she gets to walk into rooms full of people who care about her while I sit in the dark and count the ways she’s stolen from me.And she doesn’t even know I exist. Not really. Not in the way that matters. She has no idea that someone is keeping score. That every good thing that happens to her is a debt she owes me. That every smile on her face is borrow

KENDRICKOne moment, Yulia was smiling, curled against my side in front of the fireplace. Next, her brows drew together, and a small frown appeared on her face.I sat up slightly. “What's wrong?”Before she could answer, the phone lit up again. This time, she went still. I watched her face go into shock as she stared at the screen.Something tightened in my chest. “What is it?” “I think…” Her voice came out small. “I think you should see this.” Slowly, she turned the phone toward me. I took the phone from her hand.The sender was an unknown number. First, it was a text: Enjoying your weekend? Then, another text. This time, a photograph.My jaw clenched instantly.It was a photo of her in a dimly lit restaurant, leaning in toward me. The angle was off, making it look more intimate than it actually was. Close enough to be dangerous if someone wanted it to be.Yulia looked up at me fast, like she was searching for my reaction more than the image itself.“What if they post it?” she whisp