All Chapters of Forbidden obsession ; She’ll be the death of me : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

ZANE’S POV Need I say, Adrian’s sister was becoming a very big distraction to my self-control. It was like every fucking thing in my head was occupied by her, and worst of all, she was off-limits—my best friend’s younger sister. It would’ve been better if she were just some random chick I didn’t see every fucking day of my life, someone I could’ve fulfilled my desires with from the first day she became a distraction. But no. She had to be Adrian’s sister. Speaking of distractions, she was standing across the room in a short black dress that hugged her figure before falling loosely around her thighs, dancing to one of Beyoncé’s songs alongside her evil best friend, Kendra. I wasn’t the only one watching Alessia, either. Almost every other fucker in the room had their eyes on her. I was grateful none of them had enough balls to walk up to her. Not with Adrian around. He’d probably have their heads if he caught them trying anything with his sister. My eyes found her again as s

ALESSIA’S POV. I remembered everything. Unfortunately. I lay on my bed staring at the ceiling, wishing alcohol came with some kind of mercy button that allowed you to forget the embarrassing things you’d said the night before. Mine apparently didn’t. Every word of that drive kept coming back to me, one after another, until I finally buried my face in my pillow and groaned. Why had I said that to Zane? Of course Zane wanted me. He apparently wanted every girl on campus, and since he hadn’t made the first move, it was definitely because of Adrian. Always because of my overly protective elder brother. Actually, I knew why. I’d been curious about him for months. About why he could laugh with every girl on campus but barely looked at me without that irritated expression. About why he was so different around my brother and his friends. About why the same guy who could spend an entire party flirting with girls suddenly became almost painfully quiet whenever I was around. And

ALESSIA’S POV I knew I was making a mistake the moment I saw Zane’s car waiting outside the frat house. I should have been relieved that Adrian had asked him to take me home. Instead, my stomach tightened at the thought of being alone with him again. Especially after everything that happened between us. The drive from last night kept replaying in my head. His voice. The way he looked at me when I asked what would happen if I wasn’t Adrian’s sister. And then tonight, the way his eyes had followed me across the room while I danced with someone else. He had noticed. I knew he had. And judging by the look on his face, he hadn’t enjoyed it. I climbed into the passenger seat and pulled the door shut, refusing to look at him immediately. “You’re quiet,” Zane said. I glanced at him. He was already watching me. “Maybe I have nothing to say.” A small smirk tugged at his mouth. “That’s new.” I rolled my eyes and looked out the window. But tonight, unlike yesterday, I wasn’t drunk

ALESSIA’s POV. Three days.That was how long Zane had been pretending I didn’t exist.At first, I thought I was imagining it. Maybe he was busy with hockey. Maybe Adrian had dragged him into some team issue. Maybe I was simply overthinking everything because of what happened between us.But by the third day, there was no way I could keep pretending.Zane Jaxon was avoiding me.And he was terrible at it.At breakfast, he talked to Adrian without looking in my direction. At lunch, he somehow always found a reason to sit somewhere else. Whenever our group was together, he was perfectly comfortable joking with Mason and Jace, but the moment I joined the conversation, his attention suddenly became very interested in his phone.It was ridiculous.Especially because I knew what had happened between us.I hadn’t imagined that.Neither had he.I was beginning to get tired of being the only person acknowledging it.“You’ve been staring at your phone for five minutes.”Kendra’s voice pulled me

ALESSIA’s POV I had spent the entire morning wondering what exactly Zane and I were after last night. Not whether the kiss had happened—I could still remember that far too clearly—but what it meant. He had kissed me back, told me there was no going back, and looked at me like he had finally stopped fighting something between us. Yet somehow, I had walked away without asking the one question that had been sitting in the back of my mind ever since. What were we now? Were we actually together, or had Zane simply given in to the attraction between us for one night before returning to the same carefree life he’d always lived? I hated that I didn’t have an answer, but I hated even more that I was too nervous to ask him.Maybe I was expecting too much from a guy who had spent months making it painfully clear that relationships weren’t his thing. Zane liked things easy. No commitments, no explanations and definitely no girl expecting anything from him. I’d known that long before I kissed him