All Chapters of Rule Number 1: Kissing Your Stepbrother Again Will Ruin You: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Zephyr's POVI loved the completely confused, utterly furious expression plastered across her pretty face as I dragged her toward the middle of the yard. I could practically hear the gears turning in that brilliant little head of hers. I imagined how many colorful, creative curses she must have been laying on me right now in that tiny mind of hers. I swear I am going to poison his protein powder, she was probably thinking. I am going to slit his throat in his sleep, chop him into little pieces, and feed him to the campus squirrels. This psychotic asshole is going to wind up dead The thought of her silently wishing my tragic death made a bright, genuine smile break across my face. She was so damn entertaining when she was pissed off. I reached the center of the crowded dance floor and stopped walking, turning her around to face me. Her face was still scrunched up tight, her nose flared, looking at me like she was ready to murder me right he

Elowen's POVThe smell of burnt toast and fresh coffee woke me up, pulling me out of a deep sleep.I dragged my exhausted body out of bed and stumbled straight into the kitchen, rubbing my eyes. And there he was.Zephyr was up ridiculously early again, standing by the stove with my tiny, bright pink floral apron tied snugly around his waist.He turned around, his eyes sweeping over me before a lazy, cocky smirk broke across his face. "I have funded your bank account with your official tutor starter salary," he said, tapping the spatula against the edge of a pan. "So why the fuck is the fridge still completely empty, Blondie?"I gasped, taking two steps forward and hitting him playfully on his chest. "How on earth would I have gotten time to restock the kitchen, Knox?" I asked, rolling my eyes. "And moreover, the money you sent me is mine. I earned it! I'm not inclined to restock the kitchen with my hard-earned cash if I don't wanna. And w

Elowen's POV The engine of Zephyr's blue sports car roared to life, vibrating through the plush leather seats as he backed out of the driveway and sped toward campus. I leaned my head against the cool glass of the passenger window, clutching my backpack strap like a lifeline. "Let's go over the steps..." Zephyr said, his hands casually gripping the steering wheel as he shifted gears. "There are steps?" I asked, turning my head to shoot him a confused look. Zephyr glanced over at me and let out a long, dramatic sigh. "Step one," he started, his voice instantly dropping into an authoritative, commanding tone. "Maintain possession of the puck, which I've already done, and find our rhythm. Set the pace, throw your opponent off balance, and get the crowd roaring for you." I narrowed my eyes at his profile, completely baffled. "Wait, sorry... am I the puck in this scenario?" "Don't tell me that's an offensive word to you,"

ElowenI HATE ATTENTION. My first class of the day was fine academically, but socially, it was a total nightmare. Everywhere I went, I had eyes glued to me. Whispers trailed behind me in the hallways like a dark shadow. I couldn't even pick my own nose without feeling like five different people were turning around to record it or whisper about Knox's new target. By the time I reached the music building, my nerves were completely shot. The only silver lining was that my next class was Prof. Hale's advanced music theory lecture. Prof. Hale was notorious across the entire campus for being death on distractions; no one in their right mind would dare try to whisper, stare, or sneak a picture with her at the podium. As I walked down the carpeted hallway toward the lecture hall, my phone binged in my hand. I raised the screen to my face and frowned. Zephyr: I need you to get us some space together... I will b

Zephyr I was loving this fake-dating thing so damn much. Seeing Elowen look so utterly, completely embarrassed this morning after my water bottle made all those dramatic, echoing noises down the auditorium steps was literally all I needed to know my day was gonna end up fine as hell. The flush on her cheeks, the way she tried to bury her face straight into my chest to hide—it was pure gold. We walked out of Prof. Hale’s class together, stepping into the bright sunlight of the open-air canteen area. The courtyard was already bustling with students grabbing lunch between classes. I stopped in my tracks and watched in disbelief as Elowen walked straight over to a trash can and dumped the entire cup of black coffee I had bought for her—with love, mind you—right into the bin. "You're a monster, you know that?" I said, catching up to her as she dusted off her hands. "That was four dollars of pure caffeine." Elowen turn