All Chapters of SECRET RULES: PUSH THE LIMITS: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

WYATT'S POVI woke up convinced it had been a dream. The bed was too soft and the sheets were too smooth. I turned my head and saw him.Alessio was still asleep beside me. He was lying down on his stomach, one arm under the pillow, with his dark hair against the white case. His back was bare and the sheet sat low on his hips. He breathed slowly, like a man with nowhere to be.Panic crawled up my throat. This was the part I was bad at. The morning part where you have to talk and pretend it meant nothing while it clearly meant something.I was sore in places I didn't know could be sore. My thighs ached, my ass throbbed, and when I shifted, I felt the ghost of him still inside me. The memory hit so hard my face went hot.I eased the sheet back. The mattress dipped and Alessio stirred. I froze mid-crouch with one shoe in my hand.He didn't open his eyes. He just rolled onto his back which made the sheet slip. I nearly lost my mind right there.I grabbed my jeans and shirt and got out. The

WYATT'S POVMy stomach sank the moment I stepped through the office doors. He sat behind the desk, sleeves rolled up, dark hair pushed back. There was no doubt it was him. The man whom I had a one night stand with.He glanced up and he showed me nothing."Wyatt Erwin," he read from a folder. "Transfer from the eastern continent. Final year.""Yes.""Your records are solid. Creedson has high standards, but I think you'll manage." He turned a page. "How do you like the city? Have you settled in?""Almost.""Is your family with you?""Yeah. Both my parents.""Nice. Having support matters." He put the folder down. "Sign here, here, and put your initials on the last page."He didn't twitch or bring up anything. He acted as if he didn't know me from anywhere. I chose to go along with it. If he didn't recall, I'd act like I didn't either."Hah," I whispered, reaching for the pen.But then he got up and came around the desk to walk me through the forms, and the moment he leaned over my should

WYATT'S POVI drove to school in the morning with the windows down and the radio up, like a man who had pulled something off. Because I had. I had two nights left with Alessio, and the whole day stretched out in front of me like a gift.Maya was waiting by the gate with two coffees."Just look at you." She handed one to me. "New car, new attitude. Pretty much transfer student of the year.""Don't tempt fate.""Too late, everyone already knows." She kept pace with me and walked at my side. "There's a party at my house on Friday. Half the school is coming. My parents won't be back until Sunday.""That's a big crowd.""Which is exactly why I need your help picking out the good-looking ones." She lifted her eyebrows and wiggled them. "Since you're new, your vote counts as fresh.""All right.""You really don't care.""I care somewhat.""You don't care one bit. No worries, I'll cover for the two of us."We both laughed. Then, across the courtyard, I spotted Ronan, with his dark hair,walkin

DARA’S POVThe slap sent my head snapping to the side.Pain exploded across my cheek, and I stumbled into the wall, struggling to keep my balance. My ears rang, and for a moment, the room spun around me. I could taste blood in my mouth, but I tightened my grip on the money in my hand.“Give it to me!” my uncle shouted.His breath reeked of alcohol, and his bloodshot eyes looked almost wild. He stumbled toward me, his hand already raised for another blow.“No!” I shouted, pressing myself against the wall. “It’s my salary! I worked for that money, and I’m not giving it to you!”His expression twisted with anger. “You ungrateful little brat! Have you forgotten who took care of you all these years?”A bitter laugh escaped me.“Took care of me? You call this taking care of me?”The moment the words left my mouth, I knew I had made a mistake.His fist struck my shoulder, and I cried out as I fell against the small table beside me. The old wooden furniture rattled, nearly toppling over, but

DARA'S POVThe maid kept her hand flat against my back, guiding me through the crowd. The red light made everyone melt into the same soft blur.And there he was.Peter sat in a curved booth in the center of the room, as if the place had been built around him. Four men stood at his sides, and each one had a girl on his arm or his knee.I felt like a farm animal at a market."Hah…." I tugged at the hem of the dress."Come here."I stayed where I was. The maid shoved me forward.His hand closed around my wrist, and he pulled me down onto his thigh. My hip pressed against his, and his palm rested on my bare knee as if it belonged there."Ahh…." I grabbed his shoulder to keep my balance."Easy."The men turned their heads. Smiles spread across their faces."Well." One of them, the older one with gray at his temples, leaned back. "Fresh blood, Hawkson. I didn't think you had it in you.""Didn't think I had what in me?""Patience." The man laughed. "This one looks like she'll bite.""She doe