All Chapters of My Badboy Lover – Romancing The Thief: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

The previous night was quite messy for me. The police, for the first time, came close to arresting me. The first time because on the bridge when Debby was taken, I was on top of the game. But I was completely surrounded last night. What gave me the gut to do what I did to escape must be the inner drive I have to stop at nothing until my mother is out of prison and the dirty linen of the Halloways is washed in the public. I succeeded in getting away from the crime scene, and so did Ace. Even though the police wasted their time following me, they lost me in a few minutes. The only problem we have now that is a serious one is Ace’s car was parked at the crime scene and the police took it. As I was standing at the topmost balcony of the Halloway’s mansion, staring at the rising sun like I always do, I heard footsteps behind my back so I turned.  “Good morning boss!” Walter gr

He stood strong, my hero, as the whole of my weight was on him. My tongue must be a good job because I could hear him humming some indistinct sound. My legs are still wrapped around his waist and my arms are still on his shoulder. I hold his nape and push his head forward a bit so that my tongue can have a deeper access to his mouth. The freshness of his breath is amazing. My tongue continues to savor everything coming out of it like a hungry kitting being fed by its mother. He takes me to the table close to the top of my bed where I read and sit me on it. I keep my lips locked up with his as we go, unwilling to let go like a child who is afraid of his candy.  He stands between my legs, his eyes closed and his both hands make fists with which he supports his weight on the table. I removed my hands from around his neck and unbutton his shirt. I run my hand across his hairy chest and placed my mou

Her hair is soft, smelling so nice like the early morning rose flower freshly plugged. The beating of my heart matches with hers, producing a rhythmic sound that was perfectly marched like a sweet melody. I don’t know how she managed to steal all of my heart, all of it with no reservation. I feel weak with her, unable to be the strong man that I am. All I want is to please her, nothing else matters. I want to see her laugh, I want to be there by her side at all times and do nothing except what she bids me to do. But for this night I will not play by that rule. I have broken through the gate that held her sweet wonderland closed for so long and now all I want is to keep going in there until the break of dawn. My temple is already up, raising the duvet as if trying to be noticed. One of my hands is on her, the other is ready to give it support and turn her over and make love to her over and over again until she begs me to stop.&n

There is nothing as good as having someone by your side all the time who can defend you. I never thought about that before after the demise of my parents but now I do, Leo makes me do it.   When Leo told me that there was someone at the door with a gun, fear initially gripped me.   “Who could that be?” I had asked myself that question silently on the inside.    A lot has been happening around me lately, different people coming after me asking for one paper written by my late father, a paper that I only got to know the possibility of its existence from their persistent quest for it.   “Maybe it is Bale,” I had thought. He was the one that sent me a threat after being released from police custody recently.    The strange thing about Bale coming after me that I could not understand is the fact that, unlike others that want my dad’s paper, I don’t know why he is after my li

My mouth dropped as I gawk at Bale with his mask finally off his face. From his structure, I knew I have met him before even when he was wearing the mask but my mind could not figure it out. “Bale! So it is you?” I said, burning with fury. “Yes it’s me,” he smirked. “Surprise!” he gesticulated with both of his hands with that wicked smile still on his face. “I told you am coming for you. Now your savior is dead and can’t come to rescue anymore,” he boasted. When I met Sebastian as Leo, I always thought he was bossy. But this fuck’n son of a bitch called Bale is a demon. He sat down after commanding me to put the computer on and crossed his legs. The gun was dangling in his hand, reminding me that I dare not flaunt any order he gave. Gun has a way of humbling the person with the hardest of hearts and can be softened