All Chapters of The Fake BadBoy and I : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

DanielNeon lights glow overhead, and loud music blasts into my ears.What a time to be alive...not.I slide around two pieces of ice in my empty glass of whisky. Stephan is dancing with a bunch of half-naked guys on the stage. The worst part is that I'm not even jealous. I'm disappointed. He hasn't paid me any attention this entire night, and it feels like we are friends going together to a party rather than a couple.Where is the romance?"Oh, your abs are so hot!"I shoot Stephan a glare when I see his hands sliding down one of the male stripper's bodies and my face flush with anger. We are very open in our relationship. Stephan likes his freedom to look and touch, but me? I can't help but wish Stephan was more possessive. The type of guy who only has eyes for me. Someone who wouldn't dance with strippers and wouldn't want to put their hands on anyone else's abs.For some reason, Logan's stupid smirk pops up in my head, and I feel disgusting when my body starts acting up. My heart

DanielI groan as my alarm goes off in the morning.Nooooo. Is it morning already?I remember everything from last night, well, most of the things that happened last night and my stomach turns. I remember seeing Stephan getting it on with some rando and then....Fuck, I kissed Logan!"NO!" I say it out loud this time. What have I done!?This is a complete, utter disaster. How am I supposed to see him at the office and act normal? Not to mention he is my boss now, and that makes things so much worse.I hang my head in shame as I walk inside my office. I don't even bother to say good morning to the grumpy-looking guard at the front gate, not that he cares anyway.I hope Logan is too busy today, and I won't have to talk to him.And Stephan...what do I do about that jerk? I should break up with him, but I haven't dared to call him just yet. Maybe later today, when I get something to eat, things will be easier to deal with.Lucky for me, Logan didn't show his grinning face to me all mornin

DanielI'm staring down at Logan. He is just lying there, panting, covered in sweat and cum. And I feel ashamed.I don't know what came over me earlier. It was as if I was possessed by somebody else. I didn't feel like me anymore as I forced myself on him.I wanted to pour all my rage into him, somehow blaming him for all the mess in my life.I take my shirt off and then help him stand up."Shit...Logan shit..." I breathe heavily, trying to find the right word. Should I apologize to him? Is he even mad? Why is he smiling? If he's mad, he shouldn't be smiling right now?I offer my shirt to him so he can clean up, kind of like a peace offering. "Wow, Danny, I didn't know you were so sexually frustrated. And all that pent-up anger? I wish you would've just told me and we would've had our first time properly.""What do you mean properly?" I ask."You know, we could've done this in a more romantic setting. With candles and flowers and shit," Logan smirks.So he seems fine, and here I am, b

DanielEverything I own and love. Gone, destroyed by the fire.Why did this happen to me? What did I ever do to deserve this? I think to myself as I watch my house burn to the ground."Danny. What will we do now? Where will we go?" Trisha is sobbing next to me, but I don't know what to tell her. I need to be the big brother and comfort her, but no words are coming out of my mouth."I told you not to leave the fireplace on, Trisha. You've got to turn it off before you leave the house," I tell her again, for the fourth time."I know I messed up, okay? I'm sorry!" Trisha cries out.I pull her into an embrace and stroke her hair. "Shhh...sorry. I'll stop bringing it up now. It's not your fault, I mean, accidents happen. I'm not blaming this on you, I swear." I whisper. The insurance should cover some of the cost of the house, but I still have to figure out where to live for the time being. We are pretty much homeless right now.I wince as I see Logan approaching us. I hadn't been answerin

DanielI nearly choke as I see Logan putting a pair of glasses on. Since when does he wear glasses?"What?" he asks when he notices me staring at him."Why are you wearing those? Your eyesight is fine," I say."How would you know that? I'm getting older, so maybe I need these," Logan pouts.I chuckle at that. Those glasses are obviously fake, but he kind of looks hot in them. Gives me the professor vibe. "No, seriously...""Alright, fine. They are fake. Sometimes I put them on to look more professional. You know...so people take me more seriously," he says."I'm sure people take you plenty seriously when you hold a gun on their forehead," I say, rolling my eyes."Awww! That's sweet of you to say. But I prefer holding a knife to their throat," Logan corrects me."Are you going to read me something or not?" I snap."Oh yeah, sorry." Logan adjusts his glasses and then opens the book he was holding earlier."It was a typical Mon...""Wait!" I stop him."What?" he looks up at me."You didn