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Thirty Four
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Fixing My Bad Boy Problem One
This night is shit, I think as I shove my phone back into my pocket. I have no idea why I thought coming to this party would be a good idea. I should be on my way home right now, where I’m needed.
Fixing My Bad Boy Problem Two
“Fine,” I tell him. “I will tell you.”He blinks as if he wasn’t expecting me to give in. “Seriously?”I nod, then go back to leaning against the wall. With my eyes set on the back door of the house, where kids keep streaming in and out, I say, “Staying away from you was the only way I could… Well, stay away from you.”Ben positions himself against the wall too, but on his side so that he is facing me. “What does that even mean?” he asks. From my peripheral, I see him reach into his jacket pocket and pull something out, then stick it in his mouth. I look at him just as he retrieves a lighter from another pocket.I arch my eyebrow at the cigarette in his mouth. “I’m not going to stay here and talk to you if all I get back is second-hand smoke.”His mouth grins around the stick between his lips. “You want one?” he asks, reaching into his pocket and presenting me with a cigarette.“I don’t smoke,” I tell him, even though I’m pretty sure he already knows that.“Really?” he asks, putting i
Fixing My Bad Boy Problem Three
“What are we doing here?” I ask when Ben brings his motorcycle to a stop in front of a massive mansion. A mansion in an area that, by the looks of it, is probably inhabited by the wealthiest people you can find around.“I brought us to a proper party,” he says, strapping the helmets to the passenger seat. He nods towards the house. “Let’s go.”“Who’s throwing this party?” I ask, keeping up with him and giving our surroundings a look. It looks like one of those mansions many lust after but only a few can afford.“My brother,” he says, leading the way to the front door.“You have a brother?”“And two sisters,” he replies. When we get to the door, he punches in a code and pushes it open. The loud thrum of music welcomes us, as so do two girls making out against what looks like a coat closet. Oh well…“So is this your family home?” I ask.“Nope. This is my brother’s,” he replies.His brother’s. I’m trying to wrap my head around the fact that, Ben, who I’ve known to constantly stay at his
Fixing My Bad Boy Problem Four
“I can’t believe you have a room in a million-dollar mansion but choose to live in a two-bedroom apartment while occasionally moonlighting as a barista,” I note as I take in Ben’s room. It’s huge—it can fit his friend’s apartment in it—and has a balcony overlooking the backyard. It’s been about an hour since we got here, and he offered to show me his room. To be honest, I was more than willing to get away from the crowd and be alone with him. “My brother isn’t my favourite person to live with,” he says as he walks over and joins me on the balcony. “Plus, do you see how huge it is? Wait until the crowd leaves and you’ll get a taste of how much it feels like a ghost town with just a couple of people in here.” “So, what’s the story between you, your brother, and his girlfriend?” When he gives me a raised brow, I shift to the edge of the balcony and lean on the railing. I swear I wasn’t going to ask that. Not out loud, anyway, because it has been jumping around my mind since we met th
Fixing My Bad Boy Problem Five
“You’re so bad at this. Let’s just stop.”“Once more. I’ll beat you this time, I swear.”“That’s what you said the last three times.”“For real this time.”“That’s what you said last time.”Ben groans and drops his controller on the coffee table. “You’re just too good. I’m not as bad as I used to be. I beat Jo the last time we played.”“She probably let you win.”“She didn’t.”“She did. There’s no way you can beat her with the kind of skill you have. You have a long way to go, buddy.”“Buddy?” he grumbles. “Now I’m buddy?”I turn off the console and turn to him. “What do you want to be?”“Something that rhymes with that.”I work my brain a little…what the fuck?I roll my eyes. “In your dreams.”He narrows his eyes. “You know, people who have a thing for bad boys have one thing in common.”“What’s that?”“They like it rough.”I can only stare at him.He leans in. “And do you know what people who like being manhandled in bed have in common? Many have a da—”I press my hand to his mouth.
Fixing My Bad Boy Problem Six
I met Ben about nine months ago. I was attracted to him from the first time I saw him, but then again, I don’t think that makes me special in any way.It’s hard to imagine not being attracted to the guy. Gorgeous, tall, with all that black leather he wears. He’s the type of guy everyone wants even when they know they should stay away.It didn’t help my case that the first time I saw him, he was riding his motorcycle. It was like the stars aligned on that single night to ensure I met a guy who embodied everything I was trying to stay away from.One I would have a lot of trouble staying away from.It’s funny that after spending the past eight months trying to prove that I’ve grown past my tendency to make horrible relationship decisions, it has taken less than five hours to break my streak.At least back then, I was able to keep my hands to myself for an entire month.But now? After he told me all that stuff about wishing I had given him a chance to prove himself? There was no way I was
Fixing My Bad Boy Problem Seven
I wake up to the sound of my phone ringing. It goes silent only to begin again a few seconds later. I groan, rubbing my eyes as I try to locate it by the sound of the ring. Right. The bedside cabin. Rolling towards the end of the bed, I stretch my arm out and reach for it. The caller ID reveals it's Jo calling. Sliding my finger across the screen, I receive it. "Yeah?" My voice is groggy as hell, scratchy. "Did I just wake you up?""Yeah, I uh… what's the time?" I ask, at the same time pulling the phone from my ear to check. My eyes widen at the numbers at the top of the screen. "Almost nine," Jo's voice comes across the line at the same time I mutter a curse and jump out of bed."Shit," I mumble, looking around my room. I was supposed to be moving shit out by now, but I'm not even done packing!"I'm at the door. Forgot my keys at Jude's.""Oh. Right. Be there in a sec," I tell her, hanging up. I look around for a pair of shorts, pull them over my boxers, then grab a t-shirt and p
Fixing My Bad Boy Problem Eight
He said he would call.Did he say that in the way people do when they actually don't mean to but only say it as a courtesy?Or, is he expecting me to call him?No. He's the one who left in the middle of things and said he would contact me. What would I say, anyway, if I called him first? Tell him I can't stop thinking about him? Maybe he changed his mind…“The rice is ready.”I look across the kitchen to my sister. “What?”“The rice,” she says, pointing to the rice cooker behind me on the counter.“Oh,” I mutter, turning to check it. I had forgotten all about it. “Did you get dumped or something?” she says a minute later when I carry bowls and plates to the kitchen table. “What?” I ask, giving her a puzzled look. “Your mind has been elsewhere since you got home.”“No, it hasn’t,” I say, filling a bowl with beef stew and passing it to her.She narrows her eyes as she studies me, as if she doesn’t believe any of that. “You kept looking at your phone as if you were waiting for a mes
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Fixing My Bad Boy Problem Thirty Four
I sigh and turn away from him “Let’s not drag this any further, please.”“Ash and I have not had that kind of relationship for five years now,” he says. “And when we did, it only lasted for a few months before I realised what a huge mistake it was and put an end to it. He has tried to revive it many times, but I’ve long made it clear that my affections for him only go as far as being his brother. I know, I’ve given him way too much leeway than most siblings would. Allowed him to affect who I could and could not get close to. But I drew the line at you.”He pauses for a moment, and then continues,“You must have seen him kiss me, and you also must have not stayed long enough after. Because if you had, you would know that I pushed him away, and I assured him that I’d always be there for him as his brother, but to not ask more of me.”I stay rooted to the spot even when I feel him move closer.“And,” he continues, “like I did two months ago, I told him that I’m in love with you, and I wa
Fixing My Bad Boy Problem Thirty Three
Two days after I get home, the door to my room–or rather, my hideout, since I’ve hardly left it since I got back–bursts open and Jared appears.A retort is ready on my lips to ask him to get lost when he beats me to it. “Your sister is in the hospital.”I blink at him, and then push myself up from my lying position on the bed. “What?”“She developed a migraine in class and passed out on her way to the infirmary. The school called an ambulance…your mother couldn’t reach you on your phone. So she called me.”Fuck. I get out of bed and look around for a pair of pants. Jared throws one at me, and then a t-shirt.“Is she okay?”“Looks like she needs to get that surgery asap,” he tells me.Shit. She was supposed to have one more month. We haven’t yet put together enough money, and–“I sold the truck,” Jared says.“What?”“I got six grand for it. I would have informed you earlier if you were taking visitors or, I don’t know, taking calls.” He is annoyed, and he isn’t hiding it. He walks past
Fixing My Bad Boy Problem Thirty Two
“Hey, I want to run by the cafe, do you want anything?” I ask Jack some six hours later. We are in the waiting room outside the operating room where Ben’s mother is still in surgery. While Ben brought me along, Ashton brought Jack.Ms. Lockwood has been in surgery for more than four hours now. We got here two hours ago at around nine in the morning after a two-hour flight. Ben’s two sisters were already here. A few minutes ago, an OR nurse came by and said they were running out of Ms.Lockwood’s blood type, O-, and if one of the siblings could donate. It turned out that only Ashton is compatible. Ben accompanied Ashton to do the transfusion. Now, it’s just Jack and me and the two sisters in the waiting room. Nobody knows how the operation is going, but knowing that Ms. Lockwood has lost so much blood doesn’t sound good. “I’ll come with you,” Jack says, jumping to his feet as if he is dying to get out of here. We take the elevator down to the hospital’s first floor, where the cafete
Fixing My Bad Boy Problem Thirty One
Two Months LaterI’ve just gotten out of the shower and pulled on a pair of sweatpants when there’s a knock on the door. I grab a tshirt and pull it on as I head to the door. There’s already a smile on my face as I expect to find Ben on the other side. Tonight was the last show on the first leg of the tour. Beginning tomorrow, we’ll have a two-week break, and then begin the second leg. There’s an after-party going on at the hotel bar, from which I escaped a while ago. Ben said he would come up after a few minutes.When I open the door, my smile falls instantly when I’m faced with a crying Keri.Before I can ask what’s wrong, she throws herself at me, her arms going around my neck and her crying face onto my chest.“Hey, what’s wrong?” I ask worriedly, patting her shoulder gently and pulling us away from the doorway. “I fucked up,” she cries as I shut the door behind us. “I don’t know what to do.”“What did you do?” I ask, reaching up to remove her arms from around me so that I can
Fixing My Bad Boy Problem Thirty
I cannot tell whether Ben is mad or not. He isn’t exactly avoiding me–at least not in the way he used to avoid me whenever he was pissed off in the past. But he also hasn’t exactly spent more than ten seconds in my company. We are having a family fun day event at the children’s hospital. Apparently, Ben volunteered to run a coffee truck for the day–he has experience working as a barista. As soon as the band’s performance was over, he got busy serving snacks and making all sorts of drinks for all attending. When I gather enough courage–and ignore most of my shame–to approach him at the truck, he sends me on an errand right away. When I get back, Keri has joined him. I don’t know what I hope to tell him–this isn’t really the best setting to get into that sort of conversation. So I decide to wait until we get back to the hotel.In the evening, I knock on his suite door and wait. It’s been about an hour since we got back from the hospital. It’s early evening and we don’t have any oth
Fixing My Bad Boy Problem Twenty Nine
“What are you doing? No…stop–” my plea dies in my throat as I bring my teeth down on my lip to keep a moan from escaping.“You want me to stop?” he asks, his voice in my ear, his palm rubbing up and down my crotch. I’m getting hard, I’m craving his touch, but I know it’s wrong. I shouldn’t want this.“Huh?” he asks, his fingers now moving to my button, popping it open, then working on my zipper. “Should I stop now?”Yes. Stop.But instead of saying those words, my fingers dig into his blond hair, pulling him closer. He chuckles against my neck, and then he is sucking on my skin.I hear their voices.“Please…” Stop, they’ll see. We shouldn’t be doing this. I don’t want to hurt him. All are words I want to say, but all that comes from my mouth is his name. “Jared.”It doesn’t sound like a warning. It sounds like a wanton plea to touch me more. And he does. And then they are there, and I’m suddenly tangled in sheets…his sheets, in his room back at home… He is holding me in his arms, mov
Fixing My Bad Boy Problem Twenty Eight
I don’t think this is keeping it lowkey.I can feel Keri’s penetrative gaze on me, and it’s not helping the blush I’m trying to keep off my face. “I’m good,” I say, shoving Ben’s hand away when he holds his fork to my mouth, asking me to have a taste of his sausage. Yes, he said that out loud, with a wicked glint in his eyes and a slight lift to the corner of his mouth. “Maybe you’ll like mine better,” Adam says from my other side, his fork appearing in front of my mouth. “It’s quite delicious. Go ahead, wrap your mouth around–”“Fuck off,” Ben tells him.“I was not talking to you,” Adam tells him, and then he wraps his arm around my shoulder. “Isaac, whose sausage do you want?”“Nobody’s.”“You have to choose one.”“I don’t like sausages.”“Now you are just lying.”“They are too salty.” I didn’t mean to encourage this double-entendre conversation, but I can’t resist. “That they are,” Adam agrees. “Especially when they’ve got some sauce on them, right? The sauce is especially salty
Fixing My Bad Boy Problem Twenty Seven
I stumble back, my body colliding with the door behind me. For a few moments, I’m frozen, my mind taking its time to register what’s happening.While my mind struggles to make sense of things, my body goes off on its own. My lips part under his and my hands latch onto his forearms. His lips pry mine insistently. A moan slips past mine as I let him in completely, holding back nothing. It’s just a kiss. A kiss I’ve been dying to get. I can allow this much before the reality of the situation glares in my face. We’ve been here before, and I don’t want to be burned again. So I’m just going to take this kiss, nothing more.I move my hand from his arm to his waist, gripping him tight. Our bodies press together, top to bottom. He thrusts his hips forward, and his covered erection grinds over my own. The jolt of pleasure that travels throughout my body elicits another moan from my lips. My other hand finds its way to the back of his neck, where it grips tight as I deepen our kiss. Heavens, I
Fixing My Bad Boy Problem Twenty Six
This is not a good idea. If Adam was right about me being responsible for keeping them in line, I think I really am going to lose my job.“Guys, I think that’s enough for toni–”“One more,” Ashton interrupts me, his eyes set firmly on Adam. Adam, who’s grinning mockingly. Ashton and Ben have lost three games in a row now. Ben is doing most of the dying, and each time he dies, they both have to drink. Adam and I are yet to drink up our first cans. If we keep on, they’ll both be drinking their fourth. “If you say so,” Adam says, obviously having no qualms about playing for as long as possible.“Isaac is right,” Ben says, sliding his phone into his pocket and leaning back on the couch. He shuts his eyes and rests his forearm on his forehead. “We’ll get them another day, Ash.”“Don’t be a pussy,” Ashton tells his brother.“I’m pretty sure I’m not the one being a pussy in this situation,” Ben mumbles.“What?” Ashton demands, his voice on edge.Oh no. It’s one thing trying to diffuse thin
