บททั้งหมดของ Exclusive to the bad boy : บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

Chapter 71: Loosen up GAVIN HAWKINS POV After our little escapade in the water, we hid behind a rock and went for a second round. This time, I made sure to wear protection. We were too caught up in the moment to think about it earlier. But right now, I didn’t care. Right now, she was in my arms, her lips still pink from my kiss, and for the first time in a long time, I didn’t feel like running. We had a blanket covering our naked bodies, our legs tangled underneath. I could still feel myself getting hard, due to her thighs pressing against my torso. It was too late, because my desire was already taking over. Lyric gasped, smacking me in the arm. I expected her to pull away, but instead, she rolled onto me, guiding me inside her. When she settled, she sat up, starting to ride me slowly. It was the first time she was on top, so I guided her by holding her waist. Our cheeks grew redder, and she couldn’t bear to look at me. I couldn’t help but stifle a smile as I help

Chapter 73: The idea of us THIRD PERSON POV Gavin scoffed, crossing his arms as he leaned back against his seat. "Wow. No hesitation? Not even a second to think about it?" Aaron smirked. "Dude, you have 'silent but deadly' written all over you." Carter nodded, grinning. "Yeah, like if someone pissed you off bad enough, you wouldn’t even yell. You’d just stare at them and then—boom, they disappear." He mimed an explosion with his hands. Andrew whistled, shaking his head in mock fear. "Remind me never to get on your bad side." Gavin rolled his eyes but couldn't help the amused twitch of his lips. "Good to know where I stand with you all." Lyric was already typing on her phone. When the robotic voice read out her response, the group burst into laughter. "It's because you're scary when you're mad. You don't talk, you just… exist ominously." Gavin glanced at her with a knowing smirk. "Ominously, huh?" She simply shrugged, her smirk deepening.

Chapter 75: LYRIC SPENCER POV Oh, how it felt to die at the hands of someone you worshipped. I let go. Suddenly, air rushed into my lungs, breathing life back into me. Something warm, fleshy—soft—pressed against my lips. My chest heaved, and my eyes flew open. "Are you okay?" Gavin’s voice was laced with concern as he sat beside me on the bed, his face scrunched in worry. The dim torchlight from his phone cast flickering shadows across the room. "Are you okay?!" he asked again, his hands cupping my face. His eyes glistened with the remnants of unshed tears. Before I could register what had happened, he pulled me into his arms, holding me tightly against his chest. His voice was a whisper against my neck. "I thought I was going to lose you. Were you having a nightmare? You couldn't breathe... you kept gasping." I blinked, still disoriented, unable to piece together the fragments of my dream. But in that moment, I knew one thing—I liked being held b

Chapter 77: I like us like this Gavin's POV "You want to go somewhere magical?" That’s what I had told Lyric before bringing her to Velmont Lake. The place was quiet, untouched by the noise of the city. Only the symphony of nature filled the air—the rhythmic chirping of crickets, the rustling of leaves, the gentle lapping of water against the shore. The moon hung low in the sky, its soft glow casting silver reflections on the rippling lake. We sat on the hood of my car, sharing sushi under the open night sky. I stuck to eating grapes since I hated fish. The night breeze was sharp, so I shrugged off my jacket and draped it over Lyric’s shoulders. It swallowed her petite frame like an oversized shield, her delicate fingers peeking from the sleeves as she pulled it tighter around herself. I liked my things on her. I liked me when I was with her. "What do you like apart from painting, watching romantic movies, and reading books?" I asked, popping a grap

Chapter 79: Slow down "Alessio's men approached me today." Upon hearing that, my mouth went totally dry. I caught a glance at Gavin, then back at my aunt. She had put the kids to sleep while we were discussing the tea I made. "Actually, they approached Catherine. One moment my baby was with me, and the next, she was gone. I left to check up on her, and this well-built stranger who smelled like trouble was holding my baby in his arms—my Catherine." Aunt Stephanie’s voice trembled. "So many thoughts ran through my mind, Lyric." I placed a comforting hand on hers, my eyes tearing up along with hers. I couldn't stop imagining what she had gone through today while I was out eating sushi. Guilt drowned me, suffocating any happiness I had felt earlier. "Lyric, we need to learn—" > "To get yourself killed?" she yelled, slamming a hand on the table. I startled, shifting in my seat as the chair groaned in response.