All Chapters of Bad Mistake [Her Sweetest Mistake]: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Ada POV::Initially, I had a vague pang of regret for not picking Mila up, but after coming home and seeing her with Mr. Williams, I knew it was right not to disturb her last night. Besides, I had a secret of my own that I didn't want to reveal to her.Though I pretended I didn't know about his whereabouts to Mila, Everett had returned last night, after all. He was worried that I would confess about our one-night stand to her so we spent the evening at a bar. It was probably simply to pacify me, but I went with it.Putting aside that he's a jerk and Mila's former fling, I came to realize that we have quite similar tastes in alcohol, music and enjoy playing darts. He loosened up the more we drank, and I tested him to see how competitive he was. His aggression with Mila’s mystery boyfriend made me know he'd not be able to resist."Aw, damn," I said, tossing a dart haphazardly to the board. I sucked my lower lip, overplaying my girlish mannerisms. Everett noticed a chance to dominate

Everett's POV::I accidentally told Ada the truth. My mother leaving gouged a crater in my heart that could never be filled no matter how many girls I fucked, drinks I slammed, or cars I raced. That hurt was always there now it was out in the open.I hardly talked to Dad about it, much less a fuck buddy. Dad knows though. He always has. It's exactly why he continues to let things slide with me.He's been tightening up on the finances, though. He froze my accounts for fuck's sake, and I don't know why. It must have something to do with Mila. All my life he’s rarely refused my requests but lately, something has changed.Perhaps I'd been too harsh on her. Dad warned me about that, and of course, I didn't listen. If only I could win her back, things would be okay. Sometimes, I think with my dick too much though and this recent affair with Ada hasn't helped my chances any.“My story worked on you, didn’t it?” I asked, chuckling like my confession was one big joke. I had to do somethin

"I think that's a really bad idea, Ada. We're guests here on vacation. What if I was caught snooping around? That's not only rude but crossing personal boundaries. It could get us in trouble, not to mention Mr. Williams disowning me.""Okay, okay, fine," she said, putting her hands up and slumping her shoulders in defeat. She sure likes to learn about gossip, and I couldn't help but see her point of view. In my heart I had a wicked desire to find out, too. I didn't think it would be possible to keep it at bay for much longer.Once everyone was cleaned up, we decided to go outside and eat lunch on the back patio. As we indulged in the yummy food, my parents took turns asking me why I came back alone the night before."I ended up–" I began. But before I could finish, I was interrupted."We all decided–"Ada said, then stopped."It was my fault. It–" Everett butted in.The three of us exchanged awkward glances, realizing how uncoordinated and disorganized our answers were. If only w

I barely flinched as they injected me. An orderly helped me onto the bed, flipping his stethoscope over his head, sliding in the earpieces and listening to my chest."Her lungs aren't wheezing as badly but we aren't out of the woods yet. Let's get the treatment going."The doctor gave me more epinephrine shots and administered my nebulizer. The steamy tube of albuterol began to open my lungs. The sensation of relief was indescribable. I was going to live!Though the drugs had my body running high on adrenaline, I slowly began to feel my immune system calm down. My breathing leveled out, though my throat was in pain.Everett was pacing in the ward, holding one hand on his forehead. When he saw that I was more present, he walked over to me."Mila, you're alright.""Thank you, Everett," I said with a scratchy voice. "You remembered my inhaler and EpiPen."He nodded and smiled, exhaling in relief. Ada then rushed into the room, looking back and forth at me and the machines monitori

I didn't want to lose him but this was stupid."You say this is a negotiation, but it seems more like a contract. I'm familiar with those now. It was you who taught me to read the fine print."Saying that pissed him off just like I knew it would. I turned from him and ran upstairs. I felt utterly alone and closed off from the world. Mr. Williams was hot as fuck, but I didn't feel comfortable with this. We had fun being spontaneous and if I was completely honest with myself, the unknowing was sometimes part of the enticement.Texting Ada, I wanted to hear some words of encouragement.Me: What are you up to? Have any pictures you can send me?I wanted anything to distract me from the discomfort that he'd just dumped on me. What a dick to make this into an ultimatum. He wanted me to call him Daddy, but that was all I was going to do. If he wanted me to call him master, that was different.Whenever Ada is with Everett, she doesn't respond to me so I wasn't surprised when I checked a