All Chapters of I HAD ME A BOY : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

A fire is quickly burning my insides, a fire that makes me want to grab Blake and do everything that I've ever wished to him. I gasp when his masculine, lean body comes into contact with my bare thighs.His pulls his trousers down and my throat goes dry as dust, trying to lick my lips, my eyes focus on his abs. He then turns back to me and his warm lips land on my throat. I can feel the heat of his mouth burning against my skin, sending my head reeling in wonder and I let out a soft moan. My mind just went blank, I can't even think of anything else right now. I squirm as the heat within me decides to rise deliciously and Blake notices, grabbing a fist full of my hair and kissing me harder and I hold on to his massive shoulders. His hands cup my breasts and instantly my nipples go rock hard underneath my lacey bra. Then his tongue grazes along my bottom lip and I swear, I lose my breath. My heart skips a beat when one of his hands reaches for the warm

Kyrah's POVMy head is pounding and my entire body feels heavy. I groan when I remember last night's events. I keep my eyes tightly closed and turn over only to land on someone. My eyelids fly open and I realize not only am I in Scott's bed, but with Scott himself.I panic and jump up, but he doesn't seem to notice that I am awake. He is sleeping so calmly and I can't help but stare and wonder: how many times will I be waking up in his bed. He is in last night's clothes and I assume he might have fallen asleep while watching over me.His masculine face looks very handsome and I brush my knuckles across his cheek and his eyes fly open."Kyrah," he coos and sits up on the bed to face me. Rubbing his sleepy eyes. "What were you doing?" he asks. "Uhm... I err... Well there was a string on your face so I brushed it off, it must have come from the sheets." I am so bad at lying.He smiles and rubs his eyes again, yawning with his

"It was a tough thing to do. I had sold every single thing I had just to buy drugs and later on I was living in an empty house with only the clothes I was wearing. Hadn't paid rent in five months and so I went to aunt Olivia and she kicked me out. She was disappointed and angry and said she'd cut us out off her paycheck. So if you haven't noticed, sis, your fees most likely hasn't been paid–" Vic explains to us his story, once we get back to Scott's house. "What? Why did she do that? She knows we have no money, dad is long gone, and mom is in prison. Where else are we supposed to get money from, Vic? Tell me!" Roxy yells, pacing from left to right, a habit that she's used to when she's worried and panicking. "Roxy, please, forgive me. It was all my fault... If I hadn't gotten myself into drugs and alcohol, we'd still be on the right track," his voice is deep and sorrowful. His eyes are a lovely hazel which brighten each time light hits th

My eyes are shut but I can still hear everything that's going on downstairs, I think mom is cooking breakfast. Seconds later my door is pushed open and when I open my eyes, Snow jumps on my bed with a red rose flower in his mouth and he barks twice. I chuckle."Good morning to you too, Snow."He drops the flower on my bed and moves closer to me and I pet him."Good boy. Where did you get this from?" I ask, knowing he clearly doesn't understand me but in a way I always feel like he does. He barks again and leaves my bed, stopping at the door as if asking me to hurry up and leave my bed. His white tail wagging quickly. "Okay, okay. I'm coming," I respond, leaving my room and following Snow downstairs, where I find dad cooking. In his hand is a spatula and he is wearing a white and orange checked apron. "What in the world is going on today?" My brow is raised and dad laughs. His eyes move to the stairs behind me and I follow his line of si

Kyrah's POVTime flew like a rocket ship ever since Blake and I had our little bonding in my new car. Things changed, and so have I. It's been two months of pure bliss with Blake and I can't explain how high I have been on love. He makes me want to dance around whispering his name. When he calls, I run to him. When he speaks, I become weak and when he touches me, I run wild. That's what he does to me.As I sit here in my hostel, busy doing my hair, the door opens and Maeve walks in, arms across her chest. I can see from the large mirror in front of me that she is wearing a sad expression on her face. I turn to face her and she pushes her glasses up her nose. A habit I have come to understand means that she's either angry, sad or disappointed."What?" I ask her. "Where have you been, Kyrah? And where are you going now?" she sounds concerned. For real. "None of your business, Maeve," I say, turning on my seat to face the mirror.