All Chapters of My Badboy Lover – Romancing The Thief: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

By the time they got to Hamburg, it was late in the night. They met Jacob waiting at the police station.  He ran into his sister's arms as soon as he laid his eyes on her. Jacob held her tightly, unwilling to let go, tears threatening to spill out of his eyes. The witnesses could see his obvious struggle to not cry. "I'm fine. I'm here." Debby kept on saying, as she stroked his wide back. She took a second to wonder why her brother was seemingly increasing in grith and height. He seemed wider and taller than the last time she saw him. Or maybe it was just because it's been a short while.  Debby understood how Jacob felt. Flipping the circumstances, Debby didn't want to picture what she'd do or the kind of frenzy she would go into if anything ever happened to Jacob.  In fact, she was already in a lot of doubt and suspicion whenever he was away from home for a few da

It's been 4 days since Debby returned home and she's not heard from him. Not from Sebastian the regular human or Leo the thief. Both identities seemed to have just disappeared into thin air. She resumed work against great opposition from Sophia and Jake and at work, she kept on getting several glances, from people looking at her funny. These were mostly people who didn't have the boldness to walk up to her. Others simply, especially people she hadn't ever talked with, seized the opportunity to sympathize with her about what happened. "I do not understand why you're here. You should be home, resting!" Doctor Brian said as he laid eyes upon her in the common room. "You are here, working like your job is more important than your life."  Debby wasn't exactly bothered by all of their talks and actions. What bothered the most was how to start looking for her dad's paper.&n

It was hella difficult for Debby to move through the rest of her working day when something as huge as the weight of what she just learned sitting heavily on her shoulders. When she was done by evening, without even her usual gay goodbyes, and without even knowing how she packed her stuff into her bag, she went.  She went home. And no, not Sophia's house. But the apartment she lived in with Jacob. Drawing closer to the building, after she finally arrived at Gayville, Debby was reminded of what Sebastian said concerning the ownership of the building. Just like that, she was a building owner? She was just minding her business and just like that, she's now a landlady of a two-story building situated on a promising land? She even wondered if he bought just the building or the building as well as the piece of land it was erected upon. Debby couldn't bring her

"Excuse me, but that's none of your business young lady." "What do you mean by that, old man? I want to see very good things happen before I die. Plus, you get to enjoy sweet and delicious meals like this if you're married. I don't understand how you've not asked her on a date all these past years." But the man had ignored everything else she said, halting the gathering of the takeaways he was doing and looking at her square in the face, "are you dying, Debby?" She had gulped. "Uhm, No." She said, defensively. "Even though we all die a little every day." The man arched a brow as if to say she was spewing nonsense so she added, "Take what happened with my abduction for example. I could be long dead. It just comes suddenly. Do you know what they say about life coming at you suddenly? Yeah, the same thing applies to death." "I'll ask her to when the time is right." Was the next thing she heard the docto

Her gasp made heat zap to his groins. Once upon a moment, hadn't he told Deborah that she has the decision to be with him as Sebastian or not? That she could decide to just be his partner in crime? Hadn't he shrugged and said that he just needed her to be there, by his side? Why then was he trying to make it be fixed, this decision? But again, he thought, that the choice was given to her to make. Never did he say he was not going to try to make her want him. He dipped the finger deeper into her chest as if trying to separate the mounds of flesh packed in there and held firmly by what he greatly suspected to be a ballet. She loved to use them and he had noticed. He made the finger move from one boob to the other. "Aren't you just a pervert, a flirt, and a thief altogether?" Debby said, closing her eyes, her long lashes