All Chapters of A Baby For The Bad Boy Next Door : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

“Wow that’s great,” I said for the 10th time, hoping Jack whatever his name is would take the cue and leave but he continued to talk. My ears rang but I kept my face still. Jack…whatever his last name is is a friend of Douglas which translates to a friend of mine. But every once in a while I looked over his shorter frame searching the crowd for Lurane. She appeared among a throng of rich heiresses wearing a smug smile that put me on edge. She pushed Jack aside and slipped her hands around my waist, leaning in for a kiss.“Oh, Lurane Grant,” Jack stuttered. “Congratulations,” he greeted.Lurane cast him a dazzling smile. “Thank you, Jack. Were you talking with Nolan? I would like to take him away now. I haven’t danced with my fiancé all night.”From the corner of my eyes, I saw Jack excuse himself. A slow music came on and I put my hands around her slim waist while hers did a slow climb to my shoulders and neck. She smiled coyly.“I feel so happy right now Nolan. I can’t wait to become

BzzzzzzDazed, confused, and sleepy as heck I patted my bedside table looking for my phone. Found it about to fall off the edge and brought it close enough to my face so I could see what the commotion was all about. It was a call…from Penelope. Well, looks like the blue moon rises on this side of the city on a Monday morning. What does she want?The phone vibrated nonstop in my hand until I tapped on the green icon.“Where the hell are you, Chantelle Jones?!” She yelled, her tone hard and frosty.“Uhm…at my house in my bed, why?”“Why?!” She laughed mirthlessly. “The nerve of you. Get your ass down here right now, I need to know my schedule for the day and we have a meeting with…”What is she doing? I asked myself as I stared at the screen. Slightly irritated at the sound of her voice especially since I was rudely awakened by her call I interrupted. “You fired me, Penelope.”She paused in her rants. Did she forget? “I did? Oh, serves you right. Good luck finding a better job out there,

My alarm buzzed beside me. I was already up though because what man can sleep with a raging boner? Bringing Chantelle within proximity under the guise of ‘keeping my enemy close' is not going well for me so far. If I have to keep getting boners like this my dick will surely fall off. The other side of the bed was empty and cold. Lurane didn’t come home last night. I ended up staying late at the office. It was 2:14 am when I finally returned home and by then Lurane was out leaving behind a huge pile of clothes and shoes on the bed. She’s most likely out partying. On the dressing table was a copy of the Pearl magazine she was ranting about through the phone. I ignored it for a nice hot bath. It was while in the shower that I thought about Chantelle again.Chantelle is trouble. Every cell in my body knows that. She’s the cancer I don’t want to be cured of. I have everything I need now; wealth, fame, and a fiancée. Bringing Chantelle back into my life is dangerous but my mouth waters for

Nolan was already waiting by the car when I got out. The offices along the hall were locked, only a few remained open with tired, drowsy workers inside. The private park was flooded with light and since Nolan stood directly under one of them his face was partially shadowed. His green eyes watched me as I walked quickly toward him. He moved to the passenger side and held the door open for me. I averted my gaze as I slid into the seat. How ironic, he used to be the one averting his gaze, years ago, at the slightest attempt of a conversation yet here I am looking away and him staring intently at me. He closed my door and came to the driver’s side of the car. The car smelled like him, male and expensive. There was a faint musty smell too. He just settled down when he turned sharply to the right and peered into a shadowed corner of the park. I followed his gaze and noticed the dark figure standing against the wall at the other end. As Nolan backed out of the lot the figure moved into the

When I was finally able to open my eyes Nolan was leaning over me watching me with gentle, soft eyes. He looked at me like I was a precious possession, a fragile crystal to be handled with care. It brought tears to my eyes. I am not fragile neither am I precious, I’m just a girl doing the very thing that was done to her years, justifying her actions by making herself believe she deserves this, this moment, this man. Nolan’s gentle fingers touched my face. “Hey,” he said quietly. “You are thinking too much.” How can he see parts of me I try so very hard to keep under wraps? Even Sophie with all her perception of me still has trouble seeing through me to my thoughts. “What changed you, Coco?” he asked softly. My pussy was still clinching deliciously from the waves of orgasm but the soft look in his eyes when he looked at me was pooling moisture between my legs again. He looked down and then raised hungry eyes to my face. “It’s only a matter of time,” he whispered. Leaning down he c