All Chapters of Falling For The Michaelson Bad Boy: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

{Harry}I can't believe it's morning already. I felt like the night passed in a minute, everything was too fast, and I definitely felt different this early. There were no nightmares, no crazy fearful reminder of the pasts and there weren't any familiar feeling of emptiness. Everywhere looked so bright and completely different and when I saw the girl sleeping peacefully at my side, a smile I couldn't hide or control spread over my face. Diane makes everywhere bright and different. I stared long at her and the memories of yesterday came stumbling into my mind. I pressed my finger on the side of my head to help with the slight pain as more scenes rushed in. I can clearly remember how I kissed Diane last night, and how she parted her lips, panting as my fingers did their work around her clits. I don't think I can take off the picture of her half naked, staring at me with clear pure desires in her beautiful eyes, strands of curly hair sticking to her skin and her mouth half opened to re

{Diane}I stared at the pictures Harley sent to my phone knowing I already found something new to be obsessed about. I am going to print out the hard copy of these pictures, put them in a frame, hang it on the wall or arrange it on my bedside table, and I am going to stare at them every single day. In happiness, I wanted to turn to Harry but on second thought, I stopped myself. Without looking back, I knew he was staring at me. The heat I was feeling on my back confirmed that. "Hey" He greeted casually, making me face him. His eyes locked on me and something shifted inside me. It's probably my heart. "Hi" I answered, lowering my gaze, too timid to hold his eyes.All through our stay in this mansion, he had acted like we were in a real relationship and now I'm starting to get worried about how he's gonna act when we leave this place to face our respective worlds. He's gonna be the playboy I hate and I'm gonna be Mr Pierce's spoiled daughter, the girl he hates. The hatred we claim w

{Diane}Harry did the right thing by taking me to a cafe. I needed a drink, but I needed him more and I'm glad he's still here for me. With the way people stared at us when we entered, it was obvious Harry was well known here, he comes here regularly. "Get me my usual" He ordered the girl that had rushed to us as she sighted us. "Okay, boss" Boss? I paused, so did Harry before he slowly looked up at the girl to pass her a glare but she couldn't see the hard look on his face as she was already staring at me like she was waiting for me to order. "I'll have what he's having" I said with a friendly smile then quickly shook my head "No, scratch that, I'm sure Harry's not gonna be drinking normal coffees, you can just get me something creamy" "Alright" She said with a smart nod. I like her. "Okay, that will be all, go get our drinks fast" Harry ordered. I felt like he just wanted to send her away quickly. "Okay, boss" She replied and scurried away. The 'boss' thing again. Does tha

{Harry} The moment Diane and I stepped into the bedroom, my brain flashbacked to the last time she was in my bedroom, a towel wrapped around her fair, milky body and her brown braids down her shoulders to complete the natural beauty that would always weaken me. She could appear like that and tell me 'Harry, I want you to kill ten guys for me'. I would do that in a heart beat, I don't need to think about the consequences and if things continue this way, I swear I'ma find myself in prison soon and spend the rest of my life there, cause I will definitely kill....a lot...for Diane. Oh, that is so terrifying, but there's no denying that as terrifying as it is, I wouldn't hesitate to go to prison for her. Oh, God, have mercy, I am keep getting worse at this sanity thing and I don't know if that insanity is about to go away anytime soon. "This is x square, so we just get the square root of this number here and...." Diane's voice was ringing softly in my ears, sounding like a gen

Talk about the best sex I've ever had in my entire life? It was with Diane. A voice inside me had spoke up after the sex; 'Man, that's not just sex, it's something more'. I didn't want to agree to that part of me that the sex was something more but I can't deny it within myself that it is. Having sex with Diane wasn't like having it with other girls, it was different, playing in my head on loop. Her voice soft and shy, her eyes filled with vehement desire, her boobs firm and bouncing underneath me as I thrust into her. Lord, where has Diane been all these while. I have been wasting my time and energy on other girls, having countless meaningless sex when there was a girl who could make everything beautiful for me that I don't even know how to act around her after everything. I was strolling to my usual seat in the cafe I owned with my siblings when I heard her soft bewitching laughter. I instantly stopped on my track to trace where it was coming from, then I saw her. She was stan