Lahat ng Kabanata ng Case Study: You (MxM Romance): Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

LUCASI’d always viewed life as unpredictable.Things had a knack of not going exactly how you wanted them.For example, when I was walking into class this morning, I expected another boring, but simple day.I had absolutely no idea that my entire life was about to change.As I looked toward the front of the lecture hall, I still couldn’t believe what I was seeing.Dark hair. Gray eyes. Black shirt beneath a charcoal blazer. A sharp, serious gaze.He looked nothing like he’d looked a week ago at the club. Or even when he was on a bed beneath me an hour later.He was currently standing behind the podium, looking calm and collected.Like he’d never once ended up following someone to a cheap hotel room after too much whiskey.Looking at him now, I expected to be hit with regret but instead, I felt strangely… victorious.It wasn’t just that the sex had been mind-blowing— although I wasn't going to be forgetting it any time soon— but that it’d been fun breaking him apart piece by piece.I’

ADRIANI pushed against him again, but he didn’t even let up an inch. “Mr. Carter…” “Do you know what I find the most insulting about that night?” he interrupted. I exhaled sharply. “This is not the appropriate time to…” He reached into the pocket of his jacket and pulled out a small, slightly creased piece of paper. “This…” He raised the paper higher. “This was what I found the most insulting.” I frowned as I stared at the paper in his hand. I didn’t remember leaving a note. But then again, I’d chosen to shelve most of the memories from that day into the back of my mind. He shook the paper in my face. “I’ve kept this with me since the day you left it. I thought I’d never see you again but I guess the universe chose to be generous.” “Look, I don’t remember leaving any note. If you’ll just tell me what it says…” That seemed to annoy him even more. His eyes narrowed slightly. “You don’t even remember what you wrote?” “No… not exactly.” “‘Thanks for the company.’ That was w

ADRIANSilence.It was a luxury I was beginning to appreciate over the past few days.The moment I stepped into my apartment and closed the door behind me, the silence settled around me like a warm, familiar blanket.It was kind of funny how things changed so quickly.Just two weeks ago, this house had been filled with noise and laughter and the kind of easy presence that only two people that had been together for years could manage.And now… nothing. It was just me now.Just like it has been for most of my life.It was fine, though. Because this was exactly how I preferred it.Or at least… That was what I kept telling myself.I placed my briefcase on the table before loosening my tie. Everything looked exactly the way I’d left them this morning— neat, organized, spotless. Not a single dirty plate in the sink. Not a single cushion out of place.Some people found comfort in chaos, I found comfort in order. Because that was the only thing that was constant and predictable. The only thin

LUCASSleeping it off didn’t work.Nothing worked actually.I spent most of the night thinking about him. Every time I shut my eyes, I saw him.I had so many questions related to him. Like why his gray eyes looked so cold and lifeless and yet they also looked so deep, like a lot of emotions were hiding behind them, just yearning to come to the surface. Or why he seemed so distant.It was ridiculous.Spending one night with him shouldn’t be enough to evoke this kind of interest in me.Somehow, I’d ended up thinking about him more than anyone I’d dated in years.“What the hell is wrong with me?” I said to myself out loud.The room remained quiet. My roommate had already left for an early class this morning. As for me, my first class wasn’t until ten am, leaving me plenty of time to be alone with my thoughts.Thoughts that seemed to center solely on my professor.I rubbed a hand over my face.It wasn’t even just the sex. Sure, it had been incredible.Adrian had looked beautiful underneat

LUCASI knew my words would get his attention and it worked. Maybe a little too well.For someone who liked to psychoanalyse and probe as a Psychology professor, he hated being probed into.His face was no longer blank now. His gray eyes sparked with fury and irritation, his right eye twitched slightly and his jaw was tight from how hard he was clenching it.I reveled in how I’d been able to crack down his composed mask.Even if he was mad at me.“If this will get you to finally leave me alone, then I’ll tell you,” he continued, his voice edged with annoyance. “Dylan and I are broken up. I didn’t cheat on him and I’d never do that to anyone. And yes, you were a rebound. That was all you were that night. A convenient distraction. An escape. Satisfied now?”His words had the intended effect. Fire lit up in my veins, licking through my entire body dangerously.He wanted to make me angry, as angry as I’d made him, and he was definitely succeeding.I didn’t even know why I was so affected.