Semua Bab My Badboy Knight: Bab 141 - Bab 150

“People come and go. But life is simply about seeing who cares enough to stay.” ― Ziad K. Abdelnour DIANE She falls silent at my acidic response, just the way I expected her to. She is guilty. She is fucking guilty, and she knows it. However, I still do not know why the hell she is here. I am still finding it hard to believe that she is really here just to visit— “I know you are angry, but you have to hear me out.” She speaks, interrupting my thoughts and making me pause in my mind. “I know there is no amount of excuse I can give to justify what I did, but you have to understand that I never expected such a behavior from you, Diane. For God’s sake Diane, you are my daughter. I gave birth to you. I raised you for years. I taught you how to be the perfect woman for yourself. How to be the best version of you that no one can mess with. I gave you everything you ever asked for and always ensured you were guided in the right path—” “Really mum? You still don't get it?” I flare up, c

LEOMy car speeds down the road ahead towards her destination, a speed I am sure is quite above the standard speed limit. Jesus is surely on my side tonight, because all the way, I am wondering how lucky I am not to have been caught and stopped by any bobby in a jam butty.When I finally reach the bar destination, I park the car outside and quickly step out, shutting the door behind me. As I rush towards the door entrance of the bar, I begin to pray desperately that I am not late.My mind is racing with worry and fear as I push the door open and enter inside. The bar is dimly lit, noisy, and filled with different people who are either getting themselves wasted, high, or simply enjoying laughs and happy chats with one another.I scan my eyes around quickly, and instantly, I spot Frosty in a corner, alone, slumped over a table with an array of empty bottles and an empty glass in front of her.Shit.Just then, I catch a guy dressed in a black shirt and jeans smiling slyly and walking ove

LEO Without wasting any more time, I give in to her drunken request. I take her phone and her bag from her hands, and with a grunt, I lift her up and drape her body over my shoulder. She does not kick her legs in the air or fight me, her silent order giving me the permission to take her to her room. Fuck, she is really drunk. I carry her like that until I reach the door of her room. After opening it and getting inside, I close the door behind me and gently carry her to her bed. Reaching the mattress, I carefully lay her down and begin to pull off her shoes. Done, I tuck her feet back into bed before covering her with her bed comforter. I also adjust her pillow underneath her head and then proceed to keep her phone and bag on the bedside drawer near her bed. After doing all that, I release a sigh, feeling like I just accomplished the most important task in the world as I sit beside her, watching her sleep. Her chest rises and falls in a slow but steady rhythm as she sleeps, and e

DIANE Shit. Leo knocks again, still not stopping. For a moment, I stay frozen on my bed, my eyes pinned to the door. But my brain is still trying to figure out the details of everything that happened yesterday. I can't really remember much of what happened right after I walked out on my mum and boarded a cab and then— Oh shit. OH FUCKING SHIT! I gasp, my palm flying to my mouth instantly as all the details rush up from the sunken depths of my mind, rising and flaring and flashing through my eyes like a vivid, 3D film like one of those screened in IMAX cinemas. I remember everything. EVERYTHING. Even if the last parts seem to be somehow vague, I still remember everything. I still remember Leo helping me out of the restaurant. I remember him putting me into his car. Bringing me back here. I even remember him carrying me into my room. And I think he made me swallow something too last night. Dear God, what the hell have I done—? His knocks pound again on my door, tearing me out fr

‘You set the pace to the beat of my heartYou make it so easy — Everything I Ever Wanted by Jordan FisherLEOShit. I shouldn't have said that. I shouldn't have fucking said that!I should have kept my mouth shut, zipped, glued. But I have been feeling guilty about seeing those messages since last night. I am not really the type of person to poke into other people's privacy, but I broke that rule last night. Also, that stuff she said back at the bar, it kept on ringing inside my mind all night.I could not sleep well. I could not. All night, I was pricked with the persistent, thorny urge to know what happened to her. Why she spoke like that with so much pain.I wanted to know what happened, and I still want to know what happened. Also, I do not care if anyone calls me jealous, but I also want to find out the identity of the contact saved with those two heart emojis I saw in her phone last night.Does she have a boyfriend? I really don't think so, but anything is possible and it is