Semua Bab Becoming the bad boy's pet: Bab 61 - Bab 70

LUKADo you believe in superstition? God? Or the man made belief that we could predict the future or know when something is wrong in the present? Some call it gut instinct. You know that feeling you get when something bad wants to happen, a premonition for either good or bad, mostly bad. That anxious nagging feeling that never goes away even when you ignore it, and will probably cost you when you successfully do. Something was wrong. I can feel it deep in my bones. The cold metal feeling of the necklace that I returned recently and has somehow found its way back to my possession didn't feel so comforting as it used to. Why did she drop it in the car park and who was the man she left with? She didn't even turn to look at me, so I didn't get a glimpse of either him or her, but the way he gripped her shoulder, there was something off about it. At first I went back to class and ignored the fact that she just left school premises with him but she didn't come back till the day ended, s

LUKALub. Dup. Lub. Dup was the rythmic sound that came off the machine that was monitoring her vitals. She looked frail and pale lying there with these huge machines hooked up to her. She had a bandage wrapped around her head. There were bruises all over skin and a huge purple one on the side of her face. My fingers traced the bruise on her wrist where her hands were tied and my lips kissed them gently, trying to soothe the skin with my lips even though she wouldn't notice. She was unconscious when we brought her in yesterday.We had found her in a deserted warehouse up in the mountains a 3 hour drive away from the city. One minute they were asking me to wait in the car with the rest of the security operatives, the next minute I was charging in when I heard the gunshots. It had taken all my willpower to enter that warehouse, knowing that what I might see might be her corpse but I entered. The image of her lying down there unconscious with her hoodie off in just her bra, blood pour

BELLA The door was pushed back forcefully and it cut me off from my private moment of tears and self loathing. There he was standing in front of my bed like my knight in shining armour. I heard he was the reason I was home. And even though refusing to accept his love profession wasn't really a good way of showing gratitude, he still made my heart beat. "What is rule number one?" His voice was clipped and he looked furious. Do not cry alone. "I don't remember." He didn't believe my lie but he reminded me, "Do not cry alone. If you're going to cry about this, I'm going to stay, if you don't I'll leave." "What's it to you?" I screamed and threw a tantrum. "When you were gone, I had time to think. About why you never wanted to be the source of attention or have photos or videos of you posted anywhere. It was why you made that deal with me, and I did do my part and you committed to being my pet. Did you forget about that?" You've got to be kidding me. "You're not invoking the

BELLAHow do you know your bad boy is in love with you? He'll say random sweet things that have you blushing like a fool and falling even deeper in love with him.I put my hand into his outstretched own almost tentatively and lowered my eyes to stare at my feet. His gaze, the way he was staring at me was making me hot all over. My hands felt swallowed up in his bigger ones and I love the rough feel of mine in his. My hands were rougher, because of Basketball and all the numerous injuries. It surely wasn't the most lady-like pair; all soft and demure but I liked the feeling of mine in his. He opened the side door and I raised my eyebrows in question, "really?" He chuckled, "Yes I'm planning to be the perfect gentleman tonight." "Chivalry doesn't suit you LuLu." The name slipped out with a soft chuckle before I could remind myself of the numerous reasons why we weren't friends. He entered the red Porsche and gave me a wink, "I'll take you calling me Daddy over Lulu, you know that r

"How was your date?" My mom was cuddled under a crochet blanket that came with the couch, she had a wine glass in her hand and one of her sappy shows about love and friendship was playing. Her head was hanging over the back of the couch so that she was staring at me instead of the show. I shrugged and shuffled on my feet waiting to be dismissed. She dropped the wine glass and motioned for me to come over. "I just want to go to bed right now, can't I do that?" I snapped before running up the stairs two at a time.I have a game plan for when Luka acts mean and bosses me around, but since I got back, he has been genuinely kind to me and he took his time to make sure that we could eat good food, in a place we were both comfortable with and still not miss the playoff game for the night. I flung my purse to the bed and dropped on the bed like a huge sack of potatoes with a loud sigh. My mom entered almost immediately after me. She sat beside me and stroked my hair without saying anythi