My Bully のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

Steve pov: As I hopped into the driver's seat, my heart raced with anticipation. It had been three years since I last visited this place, and I couldn't shake off the feeling of excitement mixed with anxiety. I glanced over at Jeremy, he had dozed off in the passenger seat. As I drove, I couldn't help but feel angry at him for keeping his traumatic experiences and nightmares a secret from me. It wasn't until I stumbled upon his journal today that I found out about them. I promised myself to schedule an appointment with the doctor for him tomorrow. Finally, I pulled up in front of the familiar place, and a shiver ran down my spine. I stepped out of the car, took a deep breath, and made my way inside.   ***Two Years Ago***  "I can't believe I'm back here again," I muttered under my breath as my mom dragged me to the therapist's office. I tried

Jeremy pov:As soon as his teeth grazed my lower lip, I felt a jolt of surprise run through me. I was taken aback by his sudden move, and my eyes widened in shock. I turned to look at him, completely lost for words, wondering what he was up to. My heart raced with anticipation, and I could feel my cheeks flush as I waited with bated breath for him to explain his actions.He must have sensed my confusion because he spoke up, "What am I doing? Is that what you want to ask?"I simply nodded, too stunned to speak."I'm doing what I've been wanting to do for days," he continued. "You have no idea how hard it's been to resist pushing you onto the bed and fucking you. But I don't want to hurt you. I want you to feel safe with me. I want you to want me. That's when you'll have me completely."I couldn't help but feel a rush of desire course through me as I looked into his eyes. "I want you, Steve. I'm dying to kiss you," I confessed.He hesitated for a moment, his eyes searching mine for a

Jeremy pov:As I approached Mrs. Hamilton, I could feel her warmth and kindness. "Hello, Mrs. Hamilton," I greeted her with a smile."It's so nice to see you, Jeremy," she replied, enveloping me in a warm hug. Her embrace was comforting, and I hugged her back, feeling at ease.As we stepped into the house, my eyes widened with amazement. The grandeur of the house was beyond what I had imagined. The walls were painted in a pristine shade of white, and every painting on the wall added a touch of elegance to the space. The living room was incredibly spacious, and as I walked in, the cozy red sofa beckoned me to sit.Steve and I settled on the sofa, and I couldn't help but sink into it. The sofa was incredibly comfortable, and it felt like a cloud. It was soft, plush, and big enough to be my bed. I couldn't believe how much bigger this house was compared to their old one. I looked around and noticed how every piece of furniture and decor was carefully chosen to complement the house's

Jeremy pov:Steve's parents had gone out, leaving him and me alone in the house. We were trying to watch TV, but the tension between us was palpable. Suddenly, Steve broke the silence.“Fuck it, I can't anymore," he said.Before I knew it, he had lifted me up in his arms, and I was left stunned. "What are you doing?" I asked him, my heart racing."Doing something I have been trying to resist since morning," he said with a mischievous smile.As I leaned in and put my arms around his neck, I could feel my cheeks turning a deep shade of pink. His strong arms were holding me close to his chest. I couldn't help but giggle as he carried me up the stairs, my feet dangling above the ground like a child's. "Steve, put me down, I can walk," I said, half-protesting, half-laughing. But he seemed to be enjoying the moment too much to listen to my words. Instead, he held me tighter and kept walking up the stairs, step by step, with me in his arms. As we reached the top of the stairs, he burst

Jeremy pov: As I felt his hand on my shoulder, I pushed him away and yelled, "Don't touch me!"  My heart was pounding, and my mind was racing as I stared at Steve, the man who I had loved.  He looked at me with a pleading expression and said, "Please Jeremy, let me explain."  But I was not interested in anything he had to say. I shook my head and replied, "No, don't! You lost that chance."  I could see the pain in his eyes, but I refused to be swayed.  "Please, just listen…" he started to speak, but I cut him off.  "No! Don't even talk to me. I feel disgusted by looking at you. How could you do this?" I demanded, my voice trembling with anger and hurt.  He had betrayed my trust in the worst possible way, and I was not ready to forgive him. As he came close