The Enemy Who Loves Me

"ADRIAN!"

The door burst open, and Josh's voice rang through the room.

The moment was broken.

The boy in my arms took the opportunity to shove me away and bolted out the door.

I clenched my jaw, frustration bubbling inside me as I watched my prey escape.

I snapped my head toward Josh, my glare sharp.

"You have five seconds to explain why you just ruined my fun."

Josh grinned shamelessly. "Sorry for ruining your lovey-dovey moment—"

I shot him a death glare.

Raising his hands in surrender, he took a step back.

"Relax. I actually came for something important," he said, his teasing tone vanishing.

I exhaled, forcing down my irritation. "What is it?"

Josh's playful expression turned serious.

"Some peasants are trying to mess with our business."

I narrowed my eyes. "What do you mean?"

Josh crossed his arms. "Someone's been poking around where they shouldn't. Word is, someone's targeting the Silas family assets."

My expression darkened.

That was our business.

And whoever was dumb enough to go against us was about to regret it.

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Fiona's POV

I ran.

I ran as fast as my legs could carry me, my breath coming in short, uneven gasps. My heart pounded against my ribcage, but I didn't stop—not until I was sure he wasn't following me.

Only then did I slow down, hands on my knees, trying to catch my breath.

What the hell just happened?

Adrian…

I shivered.

His touch, his breath against my ear—it was too much.

I wasn't supposed to feel like this.

I couldn't feel like this.

"You mustn't fall for Adrian," I whispered under my breath, repeating it like a mantra.

No matter how he made me feel… I had to remember my purpose.

Taking a deep breath, I straightened myself and continued walking toward the sports center. Sports was mandatory, and if I skipped it, it would raise suspicions.

I had to keep up my disguise.

—

On my way there, I heard someone call out.

"Josh!"

I turned toward the voice.

A young girl stood a few feet away, looking at me expectantly. Her face was vaguely familiar, but I couldn't place her name.

Before I could ask, she pouted. "Don't tell me you forgot my name?"

I blinked, feeling guilty.

"Uh… sorry. I'll try to remember next time."

Her expression brightened instantly. "It's Julie! And you're heading to the sports center, right? Let's go together!"

I wasn't particularly bothered, so I nodded. "Okay."

Without warning, she grabbed my hand and pulled me along.

I stiffened.

My eyes darted around nervously.

Holding hands? In public?

That was not a good idea. If anyone saw, rumors would spread like wildfire.

But then again…

I exhaled.

I couldn't change my gender, no matter how hard I tried.

Maybe… I just missed having girl friends.

So, for once, I ignored my paranoia and let her drag me along.

—

The sports center was already packed with spectators, their excited cheers echoing through the open field.

Good.

The match had already started, which meant fewer eyes on me.

I was relieved—until she showed up.

A large figure stepped in front of me, blocking my path.

I didn't even have to look up to know who it was.

The fat girl who had fought me for my seat.

Tch.

I tried to ignore her, shifting my head to face another direction.

But a goat will always be a goat—stubborn.

Unbothered by my silence, she took another step forward, making sure I had no choice but to acknowledge her.

Then, with an annoyingly loud and sassy voice, she said:

"Look who we have here—the feminine nigga."

The crowd nearby turned toward us.

I clenched my jaw.

This girl is begging for a beating.

Instead of reacting, I kept my expression blank. "What's your name?" I asked flatly.

She flipped her hair dramatically. "Florida."

…

I almost choked.

I barely held in my laughter, keeping my face calm. "As in the name of a state? Interesting. But I don't care."

Then, my patience snapped.

"Just get the fuck out of my sight."

Her expression twisted with rage.

"Stay away from Adrian."

I blinked. "…What?"

"I said, stay. Away. From. My. Adrian."

I scoffed. "I'm a guy."

She sneered. "Who knows? You might be gay."

I rolled my eyes. "Even if I were, what the hell does that have to do with you?"

Her gaze darkened. She lifted a hand, dragging her finger across her throat—a silent threat.

"Just stay away, or else."

With that, she flipped her hair and stormed off.

I stood there, speechless.

What the actual fuck was that?

Julie sighed beside me. "It's because of Adrian."

I shot her a look. "Yeah, I got that part. But what gives her the right to control who Adrian talks to?"

There was a slight edge to my voice, but I didn't want to admit why.

Julie gave me a knowing smile. "Because she's Adrian's childhood friend. She thinks she owns him."

I nearly snorted.

Owns him?

Would she still feel that way if she knew her precious Adrian kissed me last night?

The thought sent a strange sense of satisfaction through me.

Wait…

Why was I thinking like this?

I shook my head. No. No way. I wasn't jealous.

Absolutely not.

Julie frowned. "Are you okay?"

Before I could answer, a loud voice interrupted.

"Can you guys quit yapping and watch the damn match?!"

We turned to see an irritated group of students glaring at us from the lower rows.

Julie sighed. "Guess we should be quiet."

I nodded, focusing on the match.

I scanned the field, my gaze subconsciously searching for someone.

But he wasn't there.

"Is Adrian not playing?" I asked, trying to sound casual.

Julie shook her head. "Oh, he only plays in the second half."

"Why?"

She shrugged. "No idea. But why are you so curious about him?"

I stiffened. "I'm not."

Julie smirked, giving me a suspicious glance.

I ignored her, eyes glued to the field.

The first half passed quickly, and then the second half began.

The moment Adrian and his team stepped onto the field—

The entire auditorium erupted into chaos.

Screams filled the air.

People stood up, shouting his name, their excitement reaching an all-time high.

It was as if the real match had just begun.

And then—

I saw him.

Dressed in shorts and a sleeveless jersey, Adrian walked onto the field with his usual confidence.

His toned muscles flexed slightly as he stretched, his sharp features illuminated under the stadium lights.

The sheer dominance in his presence was undeniable.

I swallowed.

Damn.

Why does he have to look so good?

I couldn't tear my eyes away.

And then—

He turned his head.

Our eyes met.

My breath caught in my throat.

His gaze was unreadable, but there was something in the way he looked at me—something dangerous.

My heart skipped a beat.

Shit.