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110. The Badboy

Penulis: Angela Lynn Carver
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2024-10-10 05:12:42
Tiffany Foster hated two things the most.

Number one: Social gatherings.

And number two: That darned asshole, Jacob Randall.

She was minding her business, doing a little last-minute reading as she walked down the halls of Oakwood High. Her small frame seemed to shrink even further as she instinctively angled her body to avoid bumping into her peers.

“Watch it, bookworm!” A gruff voice cut through Tiffany’s trance as a broad shoulder collided with hers, nearly knocking the novel from her grasp.

Tiffany’s cheeks flushed as she clutched the book tighter, her gaze fixed firmly on the floor. “S-sorry,” she mumbled.

“Stop looking at the floor and apologize to my face,” the voice growled, and she looked up to meet his dark brown eyes.

“Sorry,” she repeated again.

Jacob smirked. “That’s more like it. Now scoot along, princess,” he said.

Arrogant little shit.

She moved away fast and approached her locker. while putting her book away, she couldn’t help but overhear the animated conversation of a
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  • The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride   299. Greedy

    Suzi didn’t know what to make of this man. It still didn’t feel real. None of it did.Her. Suzi Myers. Picking a house? With clawfoot tubs and window seats and someone who actually cared what she wanted?But then again, she was no longer Susan Myers. She was Mrs. Susan Costello.“I…” Her voice was thin. Wispy. “I want a bookshelf. One of those tall ones. That goes all the way to the ceiling.”Max was quiet beside her.“And one of those front porches with a swing. Not the fancy kind. Just a simple one. Big enough to sit and read.”Max was still silent, but when she glanced over, his jaw was tight. His eyes were on her.“You think I’m silly,” she whispered.“No, I think you are cute,” he said.Her lips parted, but no words came out.She looked away quickly, heart pounding, afraid she’d start crying if she looked at him too long.She wasn’t supposed to have this. People like her didn’t get fairytale endings, didn’t get clawfoot tubs and porch swings and a man who said things like “our ho

  • The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride   298. Pick a House

    Max couldn’t take his eyes off her.God, she was beautiful when she laughed. Not because she looked perfect, but because it was real. Unfiltered. Like she forgot to be scared for just a second.“Don’t look at me like that,” she muttered between hiccups of laughter, pulling the blanket up over her face.“Like what?” he asked, voice low, still smiling.“Like…that,” she said through the blanket.Max tilted his head, a slow grin curling across his lips. “You mean like I just watched a baby deer learn how to salsa dance?”A beat of silence.Then a muffled snort from under the blanket.He grinned wider. “Because that’s kind of what it feels like watching you giggle.”Suzi’s hands clutched the blanket tighter. The blanket crept higher, covering half her face again.Max winced. Oh no, she was retreating again. He said too much.Damn it. He decided to shift gears. “I will turn out the light so you can get some sleep.”“I am not tired anymore,” she muttered from inside the blanket.He raised an

  • The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride   297. Snaughle

    She was taking forever.Max lay sprawled across the bed, one arm tossed dramatically over his face, the other draped across the empty spot where Suzi used to be. Still warm. Still her. And he hated how much he already missed it.He cracked an eye open, squinting toward the bathroom door.Still closed, still quiet.Maybe she was crying. Or maybe she just needed a second. He remembered how fragile she’d looked before she fell asleep, like the weight of the world had finally exhaled through her lungs.So naturally, he had to go check on her.“Just go away, please,” she had told him. “I’ll be right out.”He waited a beat. Let it hang between them. Then, lightly: “Okay. But if I die from missing you, it’s your fault.”No response.He let it be.Back at the bed, he flopped onto the mattress with a dramatic sigh.The bathroom door creaked open after a few minutes.Suzi stood there wearing her robe, looking flushed. “I’m not talking to you,” she mumbled.He held up both hands, mock-innocent.

  • The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride   296. Stealth Escape

    Suzi passed out cold.One second, she was clinging to him, still trembling from the aftershocks, and the next, she just…melted. Her head lolled to the side, her breathing turned soft and shallow, and her lashes fluttered shut like a worn-out butterfly finally at rest.Max whispered, “Suzi?”No answer.His heart stuttered until he felt the steady rise and fall of her chest under his palm. A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.“She actually passed out,” he murmured to no one in particular.It was kind of cute, actually. A little hilarious. Mostly beautiful. He reached up and brushed a damp strand of hair off her forehead. Her lips were slightly parted, cheeks still pink, and her skin glowed with that faint flush of exhaustion.“You wrecked me,” he whispered. “Then fell asleep like a damn angel.”Carefully, he pulled back just enough to slide out of her, hissing quietly through his teeth at the slick heat that clung to him. She whimpered in her sleep, but didn’t wake. Max soot

  • The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride   295. Permission

    She couldn’t remember if she said it out loud, or just thought it hard enough to count, but Max responded anyway. He kissed her until she forgot her own name, then pulled back just enough to look her in the eyes. His forehead pressed to hers, his breathing uneven, their lips close enough for the air to buzz between them.“You can say no,” he whispered.She choked on her answer, her tongue thick, her mind a haze of everything except the word yes. She nodded, over and over, until she felt her face burn.Max’s expression cracked, something wild breaking through the patience he’d forced himself to wear. He reared up and took off his boxers, exposing himself to her without shame or warning.She saw him, fully, for the first time. The stories she read never prepared her for this.Suzi’s knees snapped together like a pair of startled clams. His enormous, thick cock loomed and dread filled her stomach.There is no way in hell that thing is going inside her.Max grinned as if reading her thoug

  • The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride   294. Not Like the Garden

    Max let his hand rest at her hip. Suzi almost moaned as the heat of his skin soaked through hers.“May I?” he asked.Suzi looked at his hand, knuckles freckled, half-tensed from restraint. She didn’t flinch or answer right away.What was he asking for again?“Suzi,” he said, voice more firm this time. “May I take you to bed?”Oh.She lifted her head. “Y-yes.”He lifted her in his arms before she changed her mind. She made a soft, unguarded sound and clung to his shoulders.“You are so light,” he murmured as he carried her to the bed.He set her down on the edge and knelt between her thighs.Oh, dear god…he could see her thing from up close now.He was so close she could feel the pulse of his breath against her thighs. She was nearly dying from embarrassment, but she watched him, unable to look away, and he kept looking right back.Max eased her knees apart, slow and careful, and lowered his face until his lips were only a breath away from hers. He nuzzled the soft crease there, his wa

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