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Twenty Two
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Fixing My Bad Boy Problem Twenty Three
“Isaac? Wake up.”I groan and press my face into the pillow, ignoring Jared’s wake up call. Just five more minutes…“You have seven missed calls. Two from Terry and five from him.”I sit up so fast that my head spins for a moment. Then I look around dazed, seeking my phone. Jared shoves it in my hand. My stomach sinks as I check the call log. He is right. I have two missed calls from Terry and five from Ben. I look at the time. Six twenty two. Fuck. We were supposed to be on the road by five thirty. I don’t think I have a job anymore. There’s also a bunch of messages, all from Ben.‘Where are you?’‘We are leaving in twenty.’‘Did you quit?’‘Seriously, Isaac. The bus is gonna leave without you.’‘Terry’s mad. Call me.’‘We just left.’‘Is this because of the other night? Let’s talk. You don’t have to quit. I’m sorry for being an asshole. Answer my calls, please.’An incoming call from Ben takes over the screen. My phone is on silent mode, no wonder I missed that many calls. I clim
Fixing My Bad Boy Problem Twenty Four
I can’t sleep. And no, not because it’s my first night sleeping on a tour bus. The bunk isn’t anything close to my bed, but it’s comfy and spacious enough.Also not because I ended up being assigned to the band’s bus. Other than me, the only other non-band members using this bus are the driver, a security guy, and Wendy. I thought it was odd that I was assigned here until Jack reminded me that I’m basically Terry’s stand-in. Fun. It’s mostly about the sleeping arrangement. There are eight bunks in the space between the front and back lounge, shielded from the corridor by curtains. I got the lower bunk that’s closest to the door leading to the front lounge. And right across my bunk is Ben’s. My curtain might be drawn, but not even that barrier is enough to ease my awareness of his presence. The past two days have been bearable as far as being stuck around him goes. After I got to the bus late yesterday, we got to the new city six hours later. Right after arrival, we went straight
Fixing My Bad Boy Problem Twenty Five
It’s really over. After sending Ben that message, I allowed myself to fantasise about us forgetting all the shit that has happened and getting back on the right track.I didn’t for a second think he wouldn’t respond to my text. Or act like he never got one. But since it’s two days after the night I sent the text, it’s safe to assume he is never giving me a response. I guess I deserve that.I should probably take this as a second chance to make a clean break from tumultuous relationships. This time round, I won’t break my rules. Not for anybody. I wish it was as easy to do as it is to say, but I don’t really have a choice. Well, I do–to say to hell with everything and go with the flow. To stop having ideas of a fairytale that probably doesn’t exist. To get rid of all my expectations and take what I get. All that would be easy if I wasn’t a sensitive idiot. It would be far easier if I wasn’t about to get stuck on the tour bus for two consecutive nights with him. We have stayed at a h
Fixing My Bad Boy Problem Twenty Six
This is not a good idea. If Adam was right about me being responsible for keeping them in line, I think I really am going to lose my job.“Guys, I think that’s enough for toni–”“One more,” Ashton interrupts me, his eyes set firmly on Adam. Adam, who’s grinning mockingly. Ashton and Ben have lost three games in a row now. Ben is doing most of the dying, and each time he dies, they both have to drink. Adam and I are yet to drink up our first cans. If we keep on, they’ll both be drinking their fourth. “If you say so,” Adam says, obviously having no qualms about playing for as long as possible.“Isaac is right,” Ben says, sliding his phone into his pocket and leaning back on the couch. He shuts his eyes and rests his forearm on his forehead. “We’ll get them another day, Ash.”“Don’t be a pussy,” Ashton tells his brother.“I’m pretty sure I’m not the one being a pussy in this situation,” Ben mumbles.“What?” Ashton demands, his voice on edge.Oh no. It’s one thing trying to diffuse thin
Fixing My Bad Boy Problem Twenty Seven
I stumble back, my body colliding with the door behind me. For a few moments, I’m frozen, my mind taking its time to register what’s happening.While my mind struggles to make sense of things, my body goes off on its own. My lips part under his and my hands latch onto his forearms. His lips pry mine insistently. A moan slips past mine as I let him in completely, holding back nothing. It’s just a kiss. A kiss I’ve been dying to get. I can allow this much before the reality of the situation glares in my face. We’ve been here before, and I don’t want to be burned again. So I’m just going to take this kiss, nothing more.I move my hand from his arm to his waist, gripping him tight. Our bodies press together, top to bottom. He thrusts his hips forward, and his covered erection grinds over my own. The jolt of pleasure that travels throughout my body elicits another moan from my lips. My other hand finds its way to the back of his neck, where it grips tight as I deepen our kiss. Heavens, I
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
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