Todos los capítulos de PUCKING MY ROOMMATE : Capítulo 181 - Capítulo 190

CHAPTER 182The Thai food arrived twenty minutes later.By some miraculous twist of fate—or pure, unadulterated luck—the delivery driver had managed to slip past the dense blockade of reporters and news vans camped out at the main security gates, pulling right up to the side residential entrance. Aria had darted down the stairs in her mismatched sneakers to intercept the greasy paper bags, marching right back up to the apartment like a victorious general bringing home rations after a siege.Five minutes later, the heavy cloud of suffocating panic that had hung over the living room had temporarily receded.Plastic containers of pad thai, drunken noodles, spicy garlic chicken, and spring rolls were scattered across the sleek wooden surface of the coffee table. Liam and Raphael sat side-by-side on the floor with their backs resting heavily against the base of the sofa, their shoulders pressed firmly together in a quiet, unbreakable display of solidarity. Aria sat cross-legged on the rug

CHAPTER 184The living room of the apartment was suffocatingly quiet.Liam was sitting on the edge of the sofa, his elbows resting on his knees, staring blankly at his phone on the coffee table. Next to him, Raphael was leaned back, his jaw tight, his thumb mechanically tracing the stitched seam of his sweatpants. Aria sat on the armrest, her legs crossed, her eyes darting between the door and the clock on the wall every three seconds.Nobody had eaten the rest of the Thai food. The cardboard containers sat in the middle of the table, slowly going cold.When the faint click of the front door lock echoed down the short hallway, all three of them went entirely still.The heavy oak door swung open, and Marcus strolled inside. He kicked his sneakers off against the wall, tossed his keys onto the kitchen counter with a loud clatter, and pulled his hoodie over his head, messing up his dark hair until it stuck out in every direction.He didn't look battered. He didn't look dark. He just look

CHAPTER 186The living room of the apartment was a total disaster zone of half-zipped duffel bags, discarded hockey tape, and stray socks. The morning sun was already peeking through the blinds, casting long, gray shadows across the floor.In the kitchen, Aria was practically moving at double speed. She slammed three paper plates onto the counter, slapping together turkey, cheese, and thick slices of sourdough bread with quick, aggressive movements."I made breakfast!!!" she called out over her shoulder, her voice cutting through the heavy silence in the apartment. "Get over here and eat before you leave."Liam was standing near the front door, his broad shoulders slumped as he zipped his heavy team travel bag. He looked like he hadn't slept a single second, dark circles bruised under his eyes. Next to him, Raphael was sliding his phone into his pocket, his jaw set in that tight, unreadable line he got whenever his stress hit a wall."Aria, we can't," Liam said, his voice quiet, raspy

CHAPTER 188The heavy leather duffel hit the blacktop with a dull, hollow thud.Liam stood by the open trunk of the SUV, his hands glued to his bag, staring down the quiet crowd gathered by the bus. Nobody was moving. Nobody was loading gear. Different pairs of eyes were locked dead onto him and Raphael, the air between them stretched so tight it felt like a single wrong breath would snap it.Liam swallowed hard, the knot in his throat burning as he took a step forward into the clearing. He needed to handle this like the Captain he was supposed to be."Look," Liam started, his voice rough, raspy, and completely stripped of any defensive armor. "I'm so sorry, guys. I'm sorry I brought all this noise onto you. As your Captain—and as your friend—I shouldn't have let my personal life affect your chances of being scouted, especially going into an international showcase game like this. I ruined the focus, and I brought this media hell to your doorsteps. I'm really, really sorry."He looked

CHAPTER 190About six hours into the fourteen-hour flight, the cabin had settled into a heavy, dim quiet. Most of the team was asleep, heads lolling against windows or travel pillows.Further back, Liam and Raphael had managed to drift off shoulder-to-shoulder, their fingers still loosely entwined across the armrest.Enter Marcus freaking Hayes.Marcus woke up completely refreshed, profoundly bored, and entirely unwilling to let anyone else experience peace. He unbuckled his seatbelt two rows up, ambled down the aisle, and loomed over Liam and Raphael's row like an overgrown golden retriever with too much energy.Without a word of warning, Marcus reached down and aggressively shook Liam’s shoulder."Hey. Wake up. You guys can't be sleeping," Marcus whispered loudly.Liam groaned, his eyes fluttering open behind his eyelids as he shoved Marcus's hand away, burying his face deeper into his travel pillow. "Dude, Marcus, really? We have a long day ahead of us and we're just trying to get