All Chapters of My Badboy Knight: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

DIANE On our way to my house, Crystal finally tells Dante about her plans to set up her workspace over the weekend, and of course, Dante agrees to help, also promising to assist her in buying any of the supplies that she will need for the setup. I know I need my own personal workspace too. Every creative artist does. Mine will be set up in my bedroom. There is just so much space in there, and it will be the perfect place for me right now. My dad already sent me some money for it, although I asked him not to bother about it since I still have enough cash with me that I got paid from the several art commissions I did over the past couple of months. Nevertheless, I have plenty of cash now, and setting up my workspace right after I help Crystal with hers won't be a problem. Dante finally arrives in front of my house and drops me off before driving away with Crystal, who screamed back at me not to be late to school tomorrow before they disappeared into the street. Just as I try to turn

LEOI am in so much fucking trouble.My life has never been the same since these past few days. And it is all because of this girl before me. Most things about her like her snarky little voice and her feisty stubbornness should repulse me so much, but strangely, I am hooked on all that. I know I am attracted to her, but it is just a mere attraction.So why the fuck does it feel more like an addiction? An addiction making me say stupid things I never dreamt I would say to any woman. An addiction making me feel so eager right now to hear whatever she has to say to me, even if there is this tiny little voice ringing in the back of my mind that her response might hurt me.But I don't care. I just want to hear that voice of hers again, even if she makes it snarky again.Her breathing is racy, and with how close I am to her, I can also hear the faint thumping of her heart beating fast. Her eyes are still wide and locked with mine as she stares at me silently in shock.Yeah, I said what I sa

DIANEI feel like shit.Leo was right. We can lose anyone we love at any moment. He is also right in saying that it is important for us to always be present and available for the people we love as much as we can.He is right, and I am feeling like shit because my mum wasn't there for me. She was never there during any of my rehab withdrawal crises, or even blinked an eye about that night when I almost lost my life. No matter how hard I try to push down the bile now climbing up to my throat from my stomach, it just keeps building and rising along the tunnel of my throat, fighting to erupt out with a scream of anguish and pain.My fists dig tighter into the softness of my pillow underneath my head as a tear freely slips out of my right eye and sinks into the foam. A part of me still misses my mother, still wants her back in my life, even if she hasn't cared to call me or respond to any of my previous texts until now. That part of me still wants her to love me properly.But she doesn't.

DIANEAfter having our breakfast together, Leo and I do the dishes before leaving the house. Amber flashes us a wave and a happy greeting when we pass by the reception. Leo and I wave back a happy morning greeting to her too.On reaching the condo parking space, Leo leads the way to a white Audi ride parked amongst the other luxurious cars in the lot, and believe me, his car just screams money, and money, and more tons of money.But what is money to Leo? It is probably nothing worth struggling or killing himself over for. He is the heir of a wealthy family that trades in gold, runs business and charity fundraising events that gives back to society, and thanks to his family, the labour market is at least fifteen percent less of hundreds of young people looking for jobs.Nevertheless, a sudden curious question pops into my head:Leo King can study in any rich, high class, advanced, reputable business school or university anywhere in the world, but why Middlesex? Why not Yale? Or Harvard

DIANE Asher drives me to my house first, and it is all thanks to Crystal who made the suggestion. When he arrives, he parks briefly, and I alight from his car. By the way, his car does not smell like rotten fish. It smells more like apple cherry. “Thanks.” I say to him after closing the door. “You're welcome. I'll be expecting your call, Diane.” He confesses, looking at me like he is begging me not to rip his card into shreds when I am nestled inside the comfort of my room. Come on Asher Ford, I believe that is my choice to make. I take a step back away from the car. “Don't expect anything Asher. Once again, thanks for the ride. Please take my friend home safely.” “I will.” He answers. I nod and turn to Crystal, who is settled in the backseat. “Alright Crys, bye.” “Bye Dee.” she responds to me cheerfully before pinning her focus back to her phone in her hands, smiling at whatever that it is staring back up at her from her phone screen. Asher finally starts the car and drives o