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Fixing My Bad Boy Problem Twenty Eight
I don’t think this is keeping it lowkey.I can feel Keri’s penetrative gaze on me, and it’s not helping the blush I’m trying to keep off my face. “I’m good,” I say, shoving Ben’s hand away when he holds his fork to my mouth, asking me to have a taste of his sausage. Yes, he said that out loud, with a wicked glint in his eyes and a slight lift to the corner of his mouth. “Maybe you’ll like mine better,” Adam says from my other side, his fork appearing in front of my mouth. “It’s quite delicious. Go ahead, wrap your mouth around–”“Fuck off,” Ben tells him.“I was not talking to you,” Adam tells him, and then he wraps his arm around my shoulder. “Isaac, whose sausage do you want?”“Nobody’s.”“You have to choose one.”“I don’t like sausages.”“Now you are just lying.”“They are too salty.” I didn’t mean to encourage this double-entendre conversation, but I can’t resist. “That they are,” Adam agrees. “Especially when they’ve got some sauce on them, right? The sauce is especially salty
Fixing My Bad Boy Problem Twenty Nine
“What are you doing? No…stop–” my plea dies in my throat as I bring my teeth down on my lip to keep a moan from escaping.“You want me to stop?” he asks, his voice in my ear, his palm rubbing up and down my crotch. I’m getting hard, I’m craving his touch, but I know it’s wrong. I shouldn’t want this.“Huh?” he asks, his fingers now moving to my button, popping it open, then working on my zipper. “Should I stop now?”Yes. Stop.But instead of saying those words, my fingers dig into his blond hair, pulling him closer. He chuckles against my neck, and then he is sucking on my skin.I hear their voices.“Please…” Stop, they’ll see. We shouldn’t be doing this. I don’t want to hurt him. All are words I want to say, but all that comes from my mouth is his name. “Jared.”It doesn’t sound like a warning. It sounds like a wanton plea to touch me more. And he does. And then they are there, and I’m suddenly tangled in sheets…his sheets, in his room back at home… He is holding me in his arms, mov
Fixing My Bad Boy Problem Thirty
I cannot tell whether Ben is mad or not. He isn’t exactly avoiding me–at least not in the way he used to avoid me whenever he was pissed off in the past. But he also hasn’t exactly spent more than ten seconds in my company. We are having a family fun day event at the children’s hospital. Apparently, Ben volunteered to run a coffee truck for the day–he has experience working as a barista. As soon as the band’s performance was over, he got busy serving snacks and making all sorts of drinks for all attending. When I gather enough courage–and ignore most of my shame–to approach him at the truck, he sends me on an errand right away. When I get back, Keri has joined him. I don’t know what I hope to tell him–this isn’t really the best setting to get into that sort of conversation. So I decide to wait until we get back to the hotel.In the evening, I knock on his suite door and wait. It’s been about an hour since we got back from the hospital. It’s early evening and we don’t have any oth
Fixing My Bad Boy Problem Thirty One
Two Months LaterI’ve just gotten out of the shower and pulled on a pair of sweatpants when there’s a knock on the door. I grab a tshirt and pull it on as I head to the door. There’s already a smile on my face as I expect to find Ben on the other side. Tonight was the last show on the first leg of the tour. Beginning tomorrow, we’ll have a two-week break, and then begin the second leg. There’s an after-party going on at the hotel bar, from which I escaped a while ago. Ben said he would come up after a few minutes.When I open the door, my smile falls instantly when I’m faced with a crying Keri.Before I can ask what’s wrong, she throws herself at me, her arms going around my neck and her crying face onto my chest.“Hey, what’s wrong?” I ask worriedly, patting her shoulder gently and pulling us away from the doorway. “I fucked up,” she cries as I shut the door behind us. “I don’t know what to do.”“What did you do?” I ask, reaching up to remove her arms from around me so that I can
Fixing My Bad Boy Problem Thirty Two
“Hey, I want to run by the cafe, do you want anything?” I ask Jack some six hours later. We are in the waiting room outside the operating room where Ben’s mother is still in surgery. While Ben brought me along, Ashton brought Jack.Ms. Lockwood has been in surgery for more than four hours now. We got here two hours ago at around nine in the morning after a two-hour flight. Ben’s two sisters were already here. A few minutes ago, an OR nurse came by and said they were running out of Ms.Lockwood’s blood type, O-, and if one of the siblings could donate. It turned out that only Ashton is compatible. Ben accompanied Ashton to do the transfusion. Now, it’s just Jack and me and the two sisters in the waiting room. Nobody knows how the operation is going, but knowing that Ms. Lockwood has lost so much blood doesn’t sound good. “I’ll come with you,” Jack says, jumping to his feet as if he is dying to get out of here. We take the elevator down to the hospital’s first floor, where the cafete
Fixing My Bad Boy Problem Thirty Three
Two days after I get home, the door to my room–or rather, my hideout, since I’ve hardly left it since I got back–bursts open and Jared appears.A retort is ready on my lips to ask him to get lost when he beats me to it. “Your sister is in the hospital.”I blink at him, and then push myself up from my lying position on the bed. “What?”“She developed a migraine in class and passed out on her way to the infirmary. The school called an ambulance…your mother couldn’t reach you on your phone. So she called me.”Fuck. I get out of bed and look around for a pair of pants. Jared throws one at me, and then a t-shirt.“Is she okay?”“Looks like she needs to get that surgery asap,” he tells me.Shit. She was supposed to have one more month. We haven’t yet put together enough money, and–“I sold the truck,” Jared says.“What?”“I got six grand for it. I would have informed you earlier if you were taking visitors or, I don’t know, taking calls.” He is annoyed, and he isn’t hiding it. He walks past
Fixing My Bad Boy Problem Thirty Four
I sigh and turn away from him “Let’s not drag this any further, please.”“Ash and I have not had that kind of relationship for five years now,” he says. “And when we did, it only lasted for a few months before I realised what a huge mistake it was and put an end to it. He has tried to revive it many times, but I’ve long made it clear that my affections for him only go as far as being his brother. I know, I’ve given him way too much leeway than most siblings would. Allowed him to affect who I could and could not get close to. But I drew the line at you.”He pauses for a moment, and then continues,“You must have seen him kiss me, and you also must have not stayed long enough after. Because if you had, you would know that I pushed him away, and I assured him that I’d always be there for him as his brother, but to not ask more of me.”I stay rooted to the spot even when I feel him move closer.“And,” he continues, “like I did two months ago, I told him that I’m in love with you, and I wa
Fixing My Bad Boy Problem One
This night is shit, I think as I shove my phone back into my pocket. I have no idea why I thought coming to this party would be a good idea. I should be on my way home right now, where I’m needed.
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