All Chapters of MRS BAD AND MR INNOCENT : Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

I pushed the restaurant doors open with more force than necessary, my heels clicking against the marble floor as I stepped inside. I still couldn’t believe I was here. This whole thing was a joke.My eyes scanned the room, searching for my so-called husband-to-be, and there he was—sitting at the far end of the restaurant, eyes locked on me like I was some kind of ghost from his past.I tilted my head, studying him. Huh. He hadn’t changed much since high school, but at the same time, he had. The acne I used to tease him about? Gone. His face was smooth now, his features more refined. He’d filled out, too—not scrawny like before, though he still had those chubby cheeks that made him look younger than he was. And those big, round eyes? Still wide with that same look of disbelief, like he couldn’t believe I was standing here.The corner of my lips curled into a smirk. Oh, Aaron, don’t tell me you’re still scared of me.A spark of excitement shot through me. It had been a while since I’d t

“You have to be kidding me! No, this has to be a joke.”Sam practically choked on his laughter, gripping his beer like it was the only thing keeping him upright. We’ve been best friends since childhood—our parents were high school friends, and somehow, the friendship passed down to us like some sort of weird inheritance. Through every phase of life, Sam was the one person who never bailed on me, even when it meant getting bullied alongside me. Unlike me, though, Sam had the whole package: book smart, tall, muscular, and blessed with rich chocolate skin that made people do double takes.Meanwhile, I was… me.Even though we didn’t end up at the same college, we always found time to catch up. And right now? I needed this. I needed to vent, to process the complete circus that my life had become.“Nessa? Nessa Stevens?” Sam wheezed between laughs. “The high school demon? Bro, where’s the hidden camera? You cannot convince me this isn’t a prank!”I ran a frustrated hand through my hair, tak

Nessa’s POV..Me: “Mm, you look so good on your knees.”I had no idea why I blurted that out, but I did. And I wasn’t lying.He did look good on his knees.Aaron had always been small, which made him easy to bully back in high school. Even now, with a bit more muscle on him, he still had that delicate, almost boyish frame. And his face? It didn’t help. Big, round eyes, a small nose, chubby cheeks, and soft lips—he still looked like a damn teenager.And me? I had a kink.One I had buried so deep I convinced myself it didn’t exist. A small, submissive man, kneeling, doing whatever I wanted. Begging. Yearning. And here I was, staring at one in real life, and suddenly, I realized… I hadn’t buried it deep enough.We locked eyes.I could tell I had thrown him off, and for some reason, that made me smirk. But the moment stretched too long, and a sharp headache pulled me back to reality. I let my head fall back against the couch, shutting my eyes as the moment faded.Aaron scrambled to his

Aaron’s POV..I stepped out of the bathroom feeling like a new man. Bathing just hit different when you were in an expensive-looking bathroom. The three-way shower? Absolute heaven. I could live in there.I spotted a neatly folded grey jogger and a white T-shirt on the bed. For a second, I forgot billionaires actually wore normal clothes. I always thought they lived in suits, but I guess TV had been lying to me. The joggers fit perfectly, and while the shirt was slightly big, it was comfortable enough.I grabbed my phone and saw a few texts from my mom:Mom: Are you coming home for breakfast?Mom: If you’re with Justin, bring him along!Of course, she thought I spent the night at Justin’s dorm. That was the only reasonable explanation for why I didn’t come home. Either that or I was locked up in a library somewhere, studying like my life depended on it. I quickly typed back a lie, saying I had already eaten and was heading to a morning class. If I told her my real location, my phone