All Chapters of Touch Me While I Taste You: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Arabella RiveraI hated taking the bus. But today I had no choice. Haiden's truck wasn't in his driveway, neither was Gwen going to pick me up seeing as we weren't on speaking terms.I was to be blamed for that rift I caused between us, but as bad as it sounds, I didn't regret saying those things to her.She should never have told Christian about Haiden and I. This wasn't her secret for her to tell. It was mine, and she had no right.As I got off the bus, I pressed my lips together in irritation as the students forcefully push me as they rushed towards the school building. I was sure it wasn't their need for sudden knowledge that made them so urgent. They just wanted to find out the latest gossip.Come to find out, I was the headline of the said gossip today.____My eyes scan the entire hallway in search of Haiden. I noticed his truck outside but I was yet to see him. But as my eyes continued to survey around, I couldn't help but not

Haiden CrossJesus when did she get so strong? I was struggling to pull her away and that was saying something."You're a crazy bitch!" Gwen's irritating scream made me clench my teeth and I pondered if to let Arabella go and have her shut her up. But the thought of Arabella getting into trouble made me rethink."You haven't seen crazy yet, you backstabbing slut!" Bella sneered and inwardly I was chuckling yet confused by their sudden hostility. It was no secret that Gwen wasn't my favorite person on the planet but she was Arabella's best friend.It was hard to see the two not friendly and fighting like enemies.What the hell did I miss?Then a sudden thought crept into my mind.It couldn't be that, could it?Did Arabella find out? Did she finally find out?I hissed lowly when Bella's nails dig into my skin. Fuck. If she didn't stop now, I was afraid my arm would be bloody."Bella. Bella, baby calm down." I

Arabella RiveraMy father was all sorts of things, a cheater, a liar, a manipulator and I can go on and on. But a murderer? That was something I couldn't swallow or visualize.My vision blurs. "You're lying." I accused, shaking my head in denial. The man who shared the same DNA with me can't be a murderer. He was my father for fuck sake. Yes, he was overwhelming but a killer?I shook my head more aggressively as if Haiden's words will just magically fly out of my ears. But they had already taken root in my brain and now they were sprouting."Bella, " Haiden's hand shoots out to grasp me but I backed away, shaking my head."You're lying Haiden." I whispered shakily.It felt like my life was crashing down and there was no escape, no tunnel to get out of. No sun. And a miracle? Waiting for a miracle or hope was now impossible. In a matter of a few hours, my life had completely turned to ruin."Oooh trouble in paradise?" Gwen's nasty voic

Arabella Rivera"Please don't take too long in there Arabella," Gertrude whispered, looking down the hallway then flicking her eyes back to me."I'll just take a second, I'll be out before mother gets back here. " I promised while scanning my eyes over father's study.It was very neat for a man who didn't allow his maid in there. Everything was lined perfectly and one would think he had never touched the place.If I needed mother to believe that her husband was a cheating bastard and a drug lord, I needed proof. Not only for her, but the police. I just really hope I would get some evidence even if I didn't know what I was looking for specifically."I hope you know what you're doing Arabella," Gertrude sighs and closes the door. I hear the soft padding of her footsteps as she leaves me alone in my father's study.I pressed my lips together looking around the room. I didn't know where to start first. I didn't even know what I was looking for.

Arabella Rivera"Margie-"No shut up and let me finish," Mother spat. I was tempted to go downstairs and face him as well but she did tell me to stay there. I had to trust that she could handle it."I did everything to be a better wife for you. I tried so fucking hard to make this work. Yet here we are today. Turns out my husband for years have been sleeping with an underage girl that I once considered as a daughter-Mother laughs dryly but I could hear the raw pain in her voice. "I should've seen this coming, the late nights, the not satisfied with anything I do for you. You've been doing this for years behind my back weren't you?" Her voice cracks and my heart squeezes painfully.She didn't deserve this."Margie she came on to me-"Great, a cliche line overused by many cheating husbands. What does a bastard do when he's approached by underage teenage girls? Oh he accepts their advances and even pays them like they're prostitut