All Chapters of The Bad boy's Obsession: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Erica McKenzieI shut my eyes tightly as the water cascaded over my body, I've been standing under the shower for three minutes and I have been enjoying the feel of lukewarm water on my skin. I just wasn't ready to leave yet, not until I sort out my thoughts. I am kind of bothered about the dare and the fact that Bryan Andrews wasn't going to leave me alone anytime soon.I know he is going to find out I'm a virgin if I continue teasing him. That is one of the reason I've made up my mind to stay away from him. Bryan doesn't fuck Virgins like me and I don't want him to find out yet. At least not now when it is clear things might work out between us. I have avoided Bryan Andrews for days now, making sure we don't cross paths or even be alone in a room. I knew he was going to notice but I didn't expect him to confront me that way. I really have to do something about my virginity, maybe I should give it out to someone else. Bryan Andrews is really serious about the dare, he really wants t

Erica's body was alive with sensation as I explored her with my hands and mouth. The heat between us grew, and soon we were fully engaged in the moment, giving in to our primal urges. As we moved together, I felt a sense of surrender, letting go of all my inhibitions and just enjoying the feeling of touching her skin, the hardened nipples.It was like nothing I had ever experienced before, and I was surprised at how much I wanted her. It was more than just physical attraction; it was a deep connection that went beyond words. We moved together, our bodies becoming one, I felt a sense of completeness that I had never known before.As we lay together, spent and satisfied, I felt a sense of peace wash over me. I knew that what we had shared was something special, something that went beyond just a physical connection. But at the same time, I knew that there were still many questions that needed to be answered.As I lay there, with Erica snuggled up against my chest, I wondered what the fut

EricaI couldn't believe what I was seeing. Elmer, the woman who had been flirting with Bryan all evening, was now sitting on his bed, laughing and chatting with him like they were old friends. I felt a surge of jealousy and possessiveness, which I tried to push down. After all, Bryan and I weren't exclusive, and I had no right to claim him.But as I watched them together, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. Elmer seemed to be getting too close, too comfortable. And Bryan, usually so attentive and focused on me, was barely acknowledging my presence."Hey, Erica," he said, finally noticing me standing there. "What's up?""I was just... wondering if I could talk to you for a minute," I replied, trying to sound casual.Bryan raised an eyebrow but nodded. "Sure, what's on your mind?"I hesitated, unsure of how to phrase my concerns. "It's just... Elmer. I don't like her being here, around you."Bryan chuckled. "Oh, Erica. You're not jealous, are you?"I felt a flush rise to my che

I stared at my reflection in the mirror, watching the girl on the other side of the glass. Her eyes looked hollow. Her skin had lost its usual glow. She looked... scared. No, haunted. Like someone who knew a truth too heavy for her heart to carry.What are you doing, Erica? I asked myself silently.I splashed water on my face, hoping it would wash away the dizziness clinging to me since morning. It didn’t. The nausea still lingered, curling deep in my stomach like a warning I didn’t want to understand.I walked back to my bed and collapsed onto it. My phone buzzed. A message. I grabbed it half-heartedly and glanced at the screen.Tiffany Andrews: Hey, Erica. I’ll be back in Beverly Dale this weekend. Let’s talk when I get in?My heart skipped. Tiffany? We hadn’t talked since I moved in. And now, all of a sudden, she wanted to talk? My fingers hovered over the keyboard, but I didn’t reply. Not yet.Something about the timing unsettled me. Ever since Elmer came into the picture, everyth

The first wave of nausea hit me while I was brushing my teeth.I clutched the edge of the sink, my knuckles whitening as the basin steadied me. The toothpaste foam in my mouth felt like acid. I spat it out quickly, trying to convince myself it was something I ate last night. Maybe the leftover lasagna had gone bad. Maybe it was just a random spell of dizziness.But deep down, I knew better. My body was speaking a language I was only just starting to understand. And that terrified me.I rinsed my mouth, splashed water on my face, and stared at my reflection. There were faint shadows under my eyes. My skin looked pale. My lips were dry. I looked like someone who hadn’t been sleeping well, which was partly true. But there was something else, something I couldn’t quite name, a hollowness spreading in the pit of my stomach. I pressed my hand to it as if I could stop whatever storm was brewing inside.I had barely stepped out of the bathroom when the dizziness returned. I staggered, caught