Masuk[Maddox]“You’re doing a great job with my boys. You aren’t even a professional yet, but you’re already doing amazing. “Coach Clinton sighed like he felt I wasn’t really following. “You’ll only be assisting their physiotherapist until his assistant gets back from his honeymoon, then you can leave. Though…” He chuckled. “I doubt my brother will let you go once he sees how good you are.”“And what did you say?” Daniel asked as we walked through the supermarket aisles after I told him about my meeting with the swimming coach.“Nothing.” I grabbed a jar of instant coffee from the shelf and dropped it into my basket.Daniel stopped walking. “Nothing?”“I told him I’d think about it.”He stared at me like he was deciding whether murder was worth the prison sentence.“I mean…” I cleared my throat. “Why does their physiotherapist have to go on a honeymoon anyway?”“I mean…” Daniel rolled his eyes so hard I was surprised they didn’t fall out. “Why won’t you take the job?”“It’s three hundred
[Maddox]Holidays seem to fly by like a train, while school months crawl by like snails. I mean, who even invented school?Tell me why I’m back in my dorm room. Tell me why I’m already planning to succumb to depression with classes again. Oh well, I have to become a physiotherapist and make my mother’s dreams come true.Sigh. ‘What about yours?’I shook my head and locked that voice in the farthest black box in my mind.Being back on campus should have felt like a relief after the lake house. No more walking on eggshells around Damian’s sudden mood swings. No more forced family time where Edward tried playing happy dad while Damian looked ready to explode.But the relief only lasted about five minutes before the guilt settled back in like an old friend I couldn’t shake.Every time I pictured my mom’s face these days, that real, glowing smile she finally had again after ten long years, my stomach twisted. What would she say if she ever discovered the truth? The anonymous stories. The
[Damian]Hurting Kason badly enough for him to end up in the ER with a broken arm wasn’t exactly in my plans. That’s a half lie and half truth. I never expected to see him there, and I definitely never expected him to be an asshole to Maddox.That was my whole problem. Him calling me names wasn’t the issue.The way Maddox froze and flinched when Kason tried getting close to him did something to me. It woke up the monster inside me, the one that seems to crawl out whenever someone gives Maddox shit.Except me. I don’t want anyone hurting him. Maybe me a little? But not like that. He was my crush before he became my brother… stepbrother.Calling Maddox my crush felt like a crime. Well, because he’s my stepbrother now. How the fuck did I miss that? I swear I stalk him every fucking day. How did I miss him meeting my father? It just doesn’t add up.I was fine with watching Maddox from afar because he was too perfect to keep close.Those stupid blue-green eyes, the prettiest combination I’
[Maddox]Here I was, gripping the damn wall of the skating rink like my life depended on it, heart pounding, while chaos exploded around me.Earlier this morning after breakfast, I had planned to go fishing with Edward. Nice, normal stepdad bonding. Safe territory where I wouldn’t have to smell Damian. Not after what happened last night and how he’s been smirking at me…wickedly.You are so right for whatever you are guessing.When I got to the cottage, Damian was already there, lurking like a shadow. He kept fidgeting with the hem of his shirt which I’m starting to think he doesn’t even know he does.He was shifting his weight, opening his mouth and closing it again. The tension rolling off him was so thick I could almost taste it.I stopped and crossed my arms. “Stop pacing around like that and just say what’s bothering you.”He scratched the back of his neck, refusing to look at me. “Doyouwannagototheskatingrinkwithme?” The words rushed out of his mouth in one breath.I heard him pe
[Maddox]This was supposed to be a peaceful weekend at the lake house.Instead, I was stuck sharing a damn cottage with the human equivalent of a walking anger issue.Edward had dropped the bomb right when we arrived: Damian and I would be staying in the smaller cottage facing the lake, while he and Mom took the main house five minutes away. “You boys need to bond,” he’d said with that politician smile.Bond. Yeah, right.I wasn’t happy. At all. After the way Damian had slammed me against the wall a few days ago and basically told me I stole his family, being forced to share breathing space with him felt like signing up for emotional Russian roulette.Still… I couldn’t stop watching him.He was dragging his suitcase toward the cottage like it had personally offended him, jaw clenched so tight I thought the muscle might pop. Part of me; this stupid, protective monster I couldn’t seem to kill, wanted to know what the hell was really wrong with him. Wanted to fix it. Wanted to make that
[Maddox]Now this wasn’t what I was expecting after Damian slept in my space yesterday, well not my space, my doorstep… his doorstep. God I need to take a break.Looking at him across the breakfast table, pushing his scrambled eggs around, his jaw so tight the muscle kept twitching every few seconds… I’m starting to think something’s seriously off with him.We hadn’t talked. He left before I even woke up. It was like the guy from last night had vanished, replaced by this cold version sitting across from me, wearing a scowl like it was part of his face.Damn me, I want to know why he’s like that.My stepfather, Edward cleared his throat. "Kids," he started, his voice booming cheerfully in the quiet room. "Your mother and I have decided it's time for a proper break. We're heading up to the lake house this weekend. The whole family."He smiled, a broad, politician's smile that didn't reach his eyes. My mother smiled back, nervous and hopeful. Me? I want to spend time with my mom, but w
[Maddox]The twins dropped me off with quick hugs and a promise to text when they got home. I watched their car disappear down the highway, then dragged my suitcase toward the hotel where Mom was waiting. Atlanta felt the same, but everything inside me felt different.Mom opened the hotel room door
[Maddox] The little café just off campus was packed with students trying to squeeze in one last decent meal before winter break. Daniel sat across from me, red hair messy as usual, scrolling through his phone while shoving eggs into his mouth. “You still ain’t telling me about your rendezvous with
[Maddox]He’s too close and he’s not wearing anything. He’s not even bothering to cover up.I blinked up at him, still crouched on the floor of his wardrobe. He stood tall and big in all his glory.He stepped closer, like he wasn’t close enough. His scent clouded me — sweat, arousal, that damn colo
[Maddox] Most people on this campus have a thing they're known for. Tyler in 204 does backflips at parties. The Nguyen twins run the fastest two miles in the state. Even weird Greg from the third floor is famous for eating an entire pizza in four minutes. Me? I write p**n. Not that anyone knows.







