All Chapters of Under His Control : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Kale's POV I was sitting in lecture hall, but honestly my body was the only part of me that was there, because my brain was still stuck backstage from yesterday, replaying the way Jace Monroe had looked at me.God. I dropped my pen for the third time in five minutes, and the sound it made when it hit the floor felt way too loud in the quiet classroom. “Boy.” The word came with a hard smack to my shoulder that made me jump in my seat. “Ow, what the hell?” I said, turning to look at who hit me. Molly was leaning into my space with her eyes wide open and a huge grin on her face like she had just won the lottery. “You were fire yesterday,” she whispered, but her whisper was so loud that half the class could probably hear her.“Like actual fire. I saw everything on TV. Those riffs and runs? Those high notes? You killed it.” “Yeah,” I muttered while rubbing my shoulder where she hit me. “Thanks.” “Don’t you ‘yeah’ me,” she snapped back at me right away. “You’re famous now. You need t

Kale's POV I was about to combust, and my cheeks were so hot. I tried as much as possible to hide it, but god... his muscles pressed over my arm, and my dick kept responding to every touch, so I crossed my leg.He stood up and made his way to his system. “Come here, kid.” I hated how he called me kid... the fuck. I was going to be twenty-four in two months. I took a deep breath and walked toward him. "Go into the booth and sing me a song," he said with a smirk.I quickly stepped in, and the glass door closed behind me with a soft click."Go on... Sing Kale."I nodded and started to sing one of my original songs."Stop... You have to start again,” he said, pointing toward the mic in front of me. “And yeah… use the headphones." His voice came through the speakers in the booth. I put them on. “You can start now,” he said. I nodded, even though he could already see me through the glass wall. The music started soft, and damn, my vocal cord was ready to unleash. The first line came ou

Kale’s POVMy heart felt like it was trying to jump out of my ribs. I stepped back from the wooden stall door, my sneakers squeaking against the wet bathroom floor.That little squeak was too loud. The sounds inside the stall stopped for a second. Yeah. They heard me.I didn’t stick around to see if Noah or Perry would slam the door open and catch me spying. I shoved out of the bathroom and ran down the hall.My backpack kept slamming into my back with every step. The bruises didn’t matter because my head was a mess.Noah... campus Mr. Cool Guy, all abs and attitude, was making out with a dude in a bathroom stall. Not just any dude...with Perry. The same Perry who stares at me like he wants to punch me through my lunch tray every day at lunch.I passed through the double doors and out of the school. I totally forgot about the other two classes left, and cared less about what Mr. Ralph would say when he saw my empty seat.My hands wouldn’t stop shaking. I yanked my phone from my pocket

Kale's POVThe leather interior of Jace’s luxury sports car smelled like cedar and whatever expensive cologne rich guys wear. It was thick in the air and honestly messing with my head. I pressed my forehead to the passenger window and watched the neon lights of LA smear across the glass.My old canvas backpack was shoved between my feet on the floor. It had maybe three shirts, a hoodie, and a toothbrush I grabbed on the way out of my cramped apartment.We hadn’t said a word in twenty minutes. The engine had this low hum that I felt through my shoes. I swallowed and shifted, then risked a look at him.Jace drove with one hand on the wheel like he wasn’t even trying. Before we left the JMC garage he had made a quick stop in his private dressing suite to change out of his formal office attire, swapping his crisp white button down shirt for a tightly fitted, charcoal black designer polo.I hated that I noticed. My mouth went dry anyway. The fabric pulled across his chest and shoulders lik

Kale’s POVThis damn penthouse was too quiet, except for the low hum of the city far below. I laid on my back in the massive bed, staring at the dark ceiling. The duvet twisted around my legs like it was trying to trap me.Jace had left about an hour ago, but it still felt like his presence was lingering in the cold air, suffocating me.He had given me a long list of rules to follow. No social media posting. No unapproved contact with people from my old life. Highly limited school hours, restricted only to the absolute bare minimum required for me to graduate.He was rewriting my reality, and I should have been furious. I should have told him to fuck off, but the truth was, I could barely even remember half of what he had said. Jace had unbuttoned his dress shirt halfway down his chest today, exposing a glimpse of his smooth, tanned skin and the hard, defined muscle underneath.The sharp lines of his navy suit fitted his broad shoulders so perfectly it was genuinely disgusting. I had