บททั้งหมดของ THE OMEGA'S SWEET KARMA [MM ROMANCE] : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

It was Saturday, which meant it was time for our so-called "high school reunion party."My outfit was pretty basic. I wore a black long-sleeved button-down paired with loose black trousers and black sneakers.It was already 7:30 P.M., but I was still pacing around my apartment, staring blankly into the tiny, cracked mirror in my room. Should I actually go, or should I just stay home?Then again... the money. The sweet, sweet cash I was promised just for showing up could easily cover this month's loan shark payment. I wouldn't have to worry about Antonio choking me out again, and I’d even have enough left over to kickstart next month's payment.I ran a hand through my hair and let out a heavy sigh. Screw it. No backing out now.I pulled my phone out of my pocket, pulled up the address Stephen had texted me, and practically sprinted down the stairs.I hopped onto my motorcycle and kicked the starter. Since I had zero clue where the place was, I pulled up Google Maps and let GPS guide me

When we stumbled back up to the second floor, the two guys lounging on the sectionals shot us utterly bewildered looks, taking in the bloody, bruised mess that was my face and Yuan’s.Yuan slumped down next to Alejandro, while I reclaimed my spot on the couch. Stephen parked himself right beside me, with Jeno and Marcus hovering on my right."What the hell happened to you two?" Alejandro asked, his eyes darting back and forth between us in sheer disbelief."Oh, you know, just a casual near-death experience," Jeno piped up cheerfully."Marcus, go grab the first aid kit from the other room," Stephen ordered."On it." Marcus pushed himself up and trotted out of the room.My eyes remained locked in a deadly stare-down with the bastard sitting across from me. He was glaring back with equal parts venom and fury."Seriously, why were you guys trying to murder each other? What's your problem?" Stephen nagged like a mom.Neither of us said a word. The air between us was thick enough to cut wit

It was Monday morning, and I was sitting at Aling Susan’s bakery, sipping my usual cup of coffee. As always, the local regulars were glued to the TV mounted outside the shop, watching a PBA game.Also present were Cassandra and Sussie—the two girls squealing like crazy at the screen. The guy they were swooning over was none other than the very bastard who had violated me for the second time.If only these two knew that their golden idol was actually a massive pervert. They’d probably choke on their coffee if they ever found out what he was really like behind that spotless public image.I still couldn't shake off the degrading feeling of what he did to me. It felt like he saw me as nothing more than dirt under his shoes. Why? Just because I’m a delivery driver and a parking attendant, he thinks he can walk all over me like that? Ha! I might be broke, but I still have my damn dignity."Damn, Keith is getting insane on the court!""Right?! Girl, he looks like he's in peak shape today!""

"Could you please stop bothering me?" I grumbled through a mouthful of food, giving him my best glare.He just flashed me that maddening, crooked grin. I noticed he was wearing his black face mask again, probably terrified someone might recognize him out in the open."Not a chance. I'm actually curious about what you're eating. I want to try it."I arched an eyebrow. Was this guy for real? Had he seriously never eaten street food before?"I couldn't care less about what you want, so just leave me the hell alone," I snapped, taking a step backward to put some distance between us.He crossed his arms over his chest. "I'm not bothering you, am I?"I narrowed my eyes into slits. "Then what do you call standing right there? You know, if there weren't so many witnesses around, I would've slammed you onto the concrete by now."A soft chuckle escaped his throat. "I really love that mouth of yours."When I finished with my first skewer, I pointed the sharp wooden stick straight at his face. "Y

It was another sunny day, but the flow of my life remained completely unchanged.Here I am, still grinding away to pay off my debts. Don't get me wrong, I actually liked my job, especially being a delivery driver, but the moment I found out my next destination, I couldn't stop the annoyance from taking over.I was back at the Yukihira Condominium building again—7th floor, Room 80. Even though it wasn't Room 50 or Room 72, and the recipient's name was different, my gut feeling was still bad. I had a feeling this parcel belonged to the exact same person.I stand in front of the door marked Room 80, and I didn't even bother calling the owner of the package. I just pressed the doorbell.A moment later, someone opened the door. And I wasn't wrong—the guy who opened it was none other than that bastard, Yuan.Contrary to his usual stern face, the corner of his lips was raised in a playful smirk, as if he had been expecting my arrival.He crossed his arms, staring at me.I scoffed and threw h