Tempted by the wrong bad boy のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

Noah; I hope she doesn't hate me.I was outside getting drinks with the guys. I wasn’t myself. Why did I even agree to come to this stupid party? I felt uncomfortable. These were my old friends, but trying to reconnect with them wasn’t something I planned in maybe twenty years. I didn’t need anyone prying into my life. I didn’t deserve to be happy. I didn’t deserve to be loved. As far as I’m concerned, Zara is the only reason I’m even trying to be better.Once we got back into the party house, there was a fire alarm and people were rushing out. My heart skipped. Students were pouring out from every corner but… I couldn’t see Zara anywhere. Then I spotted Riley running out with Mark.“Where the heck is Zara?” I snapped. They both stared at me like I had grown two heads.“Dude, she isn’t with you?”“I thought she would be with you.”I shook my head. What the hell was going on?Without wasting a second, I started pushing my way back inside as waves of students shoved past me, trying to g

ZARA; That feeling again. Noah and I got to the apartment first before school because I didn’t have any clothes from the basement.He held my hand tightly as we walked down the school hallway, and I couldn’t control the smile on my cheeks. People were murmuring, whispering words I couldn’t quite catch, but I didn’t care whether it was good or bad.We sat down together, and that was when I spotted Riley sitting alone.“I need to go sit with Riley,” I told him, and he nodded in approval.“Zara!” she squealed the moment she saw me, pulling me into a tight hug. I hugged her back just as tightly. When we pulled apart, she grinned.“I’m so happy. Noah is a man indeed, and he really took good care of you.”“I know, right?” I smiled.“So tell me what happened. I was really panicking when he carried you out unconscious,” she asked.“It’s probably one of his lovers? Or stalkers? I honestly don’t know. Someone gave me a piece of paper, and I didn’t think straight. I was just excited he asked me

Noah: Zara is important. I squinted at Riley, confusion knitting my brows. “What are you talking about? Seriously?”She scoffed. “Oh, you’re still going to act like you don’t know? Fine.”She stretched her hand out, shoving her phone toward me.The moment I saw the video, my lips parted.“What the heck?” I snapped.“What do you mean what the heck?” Riley fired back. “You’re still fooling around with Lena.”“This is staged,” I said immediately, dragging a hand down my face. My chest burned. “I can’t believe this… I can’t believe she would do this.”“Staged?” Riley echoed.“That bitch, Lena. She planned all of this!” I yelled before I could stop myself.The louder my voice got, the more attention we pulled. More whispers. More murmurs. I didn’t need anyone to tell me. Zara had seen it. Of course she had.“Where is she?” I asked sharply.Riley hesitated, then sighed. “I don’t know. She left… not okay. She looked really hurt, Noah. The girls were saying awful things, telling her she was

Zara; another. Noah smirked and drifted backwards “You are becoming….” He stopped, staring at me and biting his lips..“so naughty. …” He stressed the word and I grinned widely. Noah headed to the restroom door and locked it, then stepped closer to me. “You are about to be fucked in the lady’s restroom. Try not to scream too much, pookie” he muttered with a wink. Now we are in front of the mirror and I could see all his movements, I watched him come behind me, whispering sweet words to my ears. “You will be the end of me, pookie.” His voice was soft and his hands gripped my breasts through the tank top I wore..My lips parted, “keep your eyes on the mirror, pookie and watch how I will claim you.” He breathed, sucking and kissing ears. While my eyes stayed on the mirror, he pulled my tank top up, enough to expose my brassieres and cleavage.. Noah unhooked my bra, it was strapless so it was easier to take off while my tank to remained hanging. My big tits dangled out. “Fuckkkk….

Zara; my forever. Noah and I eventually decided on the beach.Our first stop was the mall—he insisted on buying bikinis for me.“Noah, I don’t like bikinis,” I muttered, staring at my reflection in the dressing-room mirror. I had tried on three already, and this was the one he wouldn’t stop smiling at. “I feel… insecure in them.”“You look amazing in this bikini, pookie,” he said softly, standing up and coming to stand behind me.I crossed my arms over my stomach instinctively. “I don’t look like the girls you see online.”“I don't give a fuck about the girls online. See these curves,” He muttered, his hands measuring my curves..“These ass” he added, his hands sliding down to my ass. He wiggled them and I let out soft laughs, then followed by a loud spank.“This is perfect.. pookie. You are perfect.” He whispered in my ears..My confidence boosted from 0 to 100. I always feel so confident and safe with him. “Fine. Let's go then” I muttered..“Okay…” he leaned away, pulling out his