Alle Kapitel von Exclusive to the bad boy : Kapitel 31 – Kapitel 40

Chapter 31 Gavin Hawkins’ POV By the time I got back home, the sun was high in the sky, its heat prickling the back of my neck as I parked my bike in the driveway. Hunter’s words kept circling in my head: “Sleep with her and get it over with.” As if it were that simple. I knew better than to take his advice seriously. I stepped inside, letting the cool air of the kitchen wash over me. Iris was at the counter, slicing fruit with precision. She glanced up when I entered, her sharp gaze catching me mid-step. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” she said, wiping her hands on a dish towel. I hesitated, wondering if I should tell her about the dream. No—bad idea. The last thing I needed was her teasing me about Lyric. “Just tired,” I said, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge. Iris raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. “Tired, huh? You’ve been acting weird lately. Does it have anything to do with the new girl you’ve been hanging out with?”

Chapter 33: one-time thing GAVIN'S HAWKINS POV "Coach, calm down," I said, trying to placate him, my voice smooth and even. "It's not a big deal. It was just a one-time thing." Coach's voice was incredulous on the other end of the line. "A one-time thing? Gavin, you're going to be a professional athlete. You can't just go around sleeping with random women, especially not the daughter of a wealthy and influential family. What if she gets pregnant? What if she sues you for child support?" His tone was stern. I rolled my eyes, feeling a bit annoyed. "Coach, I'm not stupid. I used protection. And besides, Keira's not some random woman. She's...complicated," I said, my voice trailing off. Coach snorted, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Complicated? That's just a nice way of saying she's trouble. Listen, Gavin, you need to focus on your game, not on getting tangled up in some rich girl's drama. You need to get your head back in the game." "I know, Coach," I repl

Chapter 35: Are You Sure? Lyric had kissed me over a bet with Janice. She kissed me for a hundred bucks. Only! Was I so cheap? Could she not have betted over three hundred grand or something? A lake house? What am I even saying? I should be angry over being treated as property, but I couldn't get that kiss out of my mind. "It was just a kiss, Gavin, stop gawking at her," Iris chuckled next to me by the bar. Her eyes were droopy from drinking. I lost count of how many cans she had consumed. "I was not gawking," I lied, taking a sip of my beer. By this time, it tasted like water; even the foam wasn't enough to refresh me. Iris had drunk herself to stupor; I needed to stop drinking so I could take her home. Hence, I tossed my can of beer into a rubbish bin then returned to her. Iris was talking to a hockey player from out of town; they were flirting with each other. His eyes were only on her cleavage. How could he make it so obvious? I had to fight the urg

Chapter 37: Stop undressing me with your eyesLYRIC SPENCER POV As I shut my computer, I felt a pang of guilt for leaving Viktor on read. But I couldn't risk him finding out about my muteness. I had grown accustomed to our online conversations, and I didn't want anything to change. I tried to shake off the feeling of unease and focused on getting some rest. But my mind kept wandering back to Viktor and our conversation. His words about guys losing interest in girls after sex lingered in my thoughts. I couldn't help but wonder if Gavin felt the same way. Was he only interested in me for physical reasons? The thought sent a shiver down my spine. As I drifted off to sleep, I couldn't shake off the feeling that I was in over my head. The next morning, I woke up feeling a mix of emotions. I was still reeling from my conversation with Viktor and the lingering doubts about Gavin's intentions. As I got ready for work, I noticed a text from Gavin: "Hey, Lyric. Want

Chapter 39: I'm Allergic to Fun LYRIC SPENCER POV Finally, it was New Year's Day. I didn't have a class with Gavin that day, and for some reason, it felt empty. Wren was spending the day with Grandma, while my aunt took her kids away for the day too. They went to New York for a job interview; Aunt Stephanie was trying to get a job away from Velmont. The police had not found Uncle, and she was worried Alessio would come for us next. I didn't blame her. Still, I couldn't leave Velmont, not yet. I had a year left in school and was only a sophomore. This house was the last thing my father left me; it had their memories engraved in the walls. I couldn't sell it, like Aunt was suggesting. I had to find a way to convince her, because the property would be in my name only when I turned nineteen. I couldn't lose that house, but losing my voice was worse. I stayed home, in my new pajamas, watching true crime documentaries in French. I was a sucker for subtitles. Wrapped