Todos los capítulos de Rival's Marriage Agreement : Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

Brandon's POVThe ceiling was boring.I had counted the tiny dots in the plaster three times now and I was driving myself insane with boredom. My body was still, but my mind was doing laps. I shifted onto my side, then onto my back again. The couch creaked softly where Cameron lay, but he was quiet. Way too quiet.That stupid little night light glowed from the wall and it was casting weird shadows that moved every time a car passed outside. It wasn’t much light, it was barely anything, but it was enough to keep my eyes open and my thoughts spinning.God, I hated sleeping with the lights on.I rubbed at my face and exhaled slowly and quietly. I wasn’t mad, really. It’s not like I didn’t expect it. Cameron had this look in his eyes when he made the announcement about sleeping on the couch—like he was marching off to war or something. It was dramatic as hell. He had his arms crossed and his voice was too loud. Like maybe if he yelled it loud enough, he’d believe it too.I didn’t argue,

Cameron's POV The bar was louder than I expected. Flashing lights, sticky floors, and music that made my ribs vibrate. Basically, a headache wrapped in neon.Daniel handed me a drink the second we stepped in. I didn’t ask what it was. I just took it, downed half in one go, and tried not to grimace.“So,” he said, shouting over the music as he leaned in closer. "You and Brandon, huh?"I blinked at him, confused. "What?"He wiggled his eyebrows. “Never pegged you for the type to keep a relationship that quiet. Damn, Cam. You really had us all fooled.”I almost choked on my drink. "We're not—he's not—God, no. Don’t bring him up. Seriously."Daniel raised his hands like I’d pointed a gun at him. “Okay, okay. Chill. Just saying. That pic of you two? All over my feed.”I groaned, dragging a hand down my face. The stupid viral photo, it seems like I won't leave this down."Anyway," I muttered, shifting the conversation before my brain exploded. "Any updates on the anonymous account? Please

Cameron’s POVI stood there with my shirt half open and my heart thundering like it was trying to claw its way out of my chest.Brandon leaned back on the couch, his drink in hand, eyes on me—not cold this time, but quiet. Focused. Like I was the only thing in the room that mattered.“Kneel, Cameron.”My breath caught.I blinked and I felt heat rushing to my face. “You’re serious?”He didn’t answer. Just took another sip, patient. Calm.“You really think I’m going to—what, just drop down because you said so?”He didn’t flinch. Just watched me. Like he knew every thought running through my head and was giving me the space to wrestle with them.“I won’t beg,” I said, crossing my arms—though my voice wasn’t as steady as I wanted.A pause. Then, gently, he set his glass down and stood.The air shifted.He didn’t storm toward me. He didn’t raise his voice.He just walked.Slow, steady steps.And I couldn’t move.When he reached me, he didn’t grab or demand. He just stood close, his presenc

Cameron’s POVI couldn't look Erica in the eyes without getting a full-blown flashback of last night.She’d called me this morning asking to meet for coffee, and honestly, I leapt at the excuse. Not because I didn’t want to be around Brandon , God, no. But because I needed a breather. His house had become this dangerous bubble of need and orgasms and whispered promises. My body still felt like it was floating, and I wasn’t sure how to plant my feet back on the ground.Every nerve in my body remembered him,vividly, achingly. His hands anchoring my waist like I might slip away, the tender graze of his lips trailing along my jaw, and the way he whispered my name… like it was something sacred. Like I was his favorite secret.The memory of his mouth on my skin,biting, marking, claiming,sent a shiver cascading down my spine. Not once. Not in one place. But everywhere. It was as if he had drawn a map of himself across my body, and now, every inch of me hummed with the memory of him. Of us.B

Cameron POVI should’ve been angry. Furious. Hell, maybe even panicked.Someone was threatening me. Not from the outside, but from within our own circle. Someone who’d looked me in the eye, smiled like we were friends, and then turned around and stabbed me in the back with a screenshot. They were recording us—me and Brandon—and they wanted something. Control, maybe. Or chaos.But it doesn’t matter. Brandon has already caught this coward’s tail, and I will definitely use it to find out who this person is.I walked back into Brandon’s room with my shoulders squared, my mind already ten steps ahead. No dramatics. No flopping on the bed. Just quiet, directed intent.Brandon was still sitting on the edge of the mattress, phone in hand, head bowed like he was reading something important. He looked up when I entered, eyes scanning my face.“You okay?” he asked.“No,” I said flatly. “But I know what we’re going to do.”He raised a brow. “Go on.”I shut the door behind me and leaned against i