All Chapters of Entangled With The Bad Boy: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

AVAMy chest tightens, heat crawling up my neck. I freeze in the doorway, trying to force my brain to catch up with what my eyes are telling me. Luke has that mischievous smirk playing across his lips, the kind that makes you wonder if he knows something you don’t, like he’s been waiting for this exact moment.I almost panic, but it’s Luke. Always acting like he knows everything about you, even when he doesn’t, just to get under your skin.What the hell is he doing here anyway? That’s when it hits me. The car in the driveway, it’s his family’s. Fucking hell." Move out of the way,” I blurt out. “ I need to pass.”A line forms between his brows. “No hi? No hello? Did we have a fight? That’s really mature of you, considering you broke up with me.”I groan inwardly, palm slapping my forehead. Can he just get over the fact that I broke up with him for fuck’s sake?“Hello,” I repeat, trying to keep my patience. “Can you move out of the way, please?”He steps aside, letting me through, but

AVAFinally, the dreadful breakfast or meeting, or whatever that was with the Westbrooks is over.For the first time since they showed up, I actually have a genuine smile plastered on my face as I watch them pile into their car.It’s one of those weird rules my parents love to enforce, whenever they have guests over, we have to walk them out to the parking lot and stand there until they drive off. It’s fine when it’s family friends or someone normal. But when it’s their business partners, it feels less like politeness and more like we’re part of the damn presentation.Why the hell am I only realizing now how ridiculous this rule is? Zade’s been complaining about it for years, and I always thought he was just being his usual dramatic self.But standing here, smiling like a robot while our parents’ guests drive away? Yeah, he was right. It’s completely insane. The whole thing is weird. What was I even thinking?The Westbrooks’ fancy driver starts the car, and I watch until it disappears

AVAI raise an eyebrow as my eyes scan the rest of the message.Sasha: Pretty, I’m sure you think I’m here to stir up trouble and ruin whatever sweet thing you’ve got going on with Kai. Isn’t that why you ignored my last message? But trust me, I’m not.I re-read the message, my frown deepening with every word.I don’t get what her deal is. If she’s not trying to stir up trouble, then why does she keep coming back? The last time she texted, she said she wanted to tell me everything that went down between her and Kai. She’s the one who wants to talk, yet she’s the one who keeps showing up in my messages like I’m the one begging for answers. Shouldn’t it be the other way around?I heave a sigh and type back:Ava: What do you want then, Sasha?I can’t just ignore her, no matter how much I want to. There’s a part of me that needs to hear what she has to say, to see if her story matches Kai’s. He told me everything, or at least I thought he did, but Sasha keeps coming back like there’s more

AVAMy heart pounds so loud it feels like it might give me away. I pray he can’t hear it but some twisted part of me wants him to. I want him to know what his filthy words do to me. Feel him for weeks? The thought sends a rush straight through me, and I can’t tell if I should be terrified, thrilled, or craving it more than I should. Maybe it’s all of it at once.Kai eases his grip from my throat, and I seize the chance to turn my head back, eyes locking on the sketchbook sprawled on the desk. “Did you touch yourself, Ava?”“No,” I shake my head. “I didn’t do it. It’s been hell, Kai. I’m so wet, I fucking need you.”He lets out a low chuckle. The sound rumbles through me, striking straight to my throbbing core. “Alright, baby. I’m going to tend to you, better than your own hands ever could,” he utters.His fingers glide in teasing strokes along the bare skin of my ass where the panties don't reach. Then he seizes the waistband and tugs it down, panties sliding to my feet and the coo

AVA Why am I so damn short? Okay, no, I’m not short. I’m an inch taller than my best friend. It’s just these stupid bookshelves that are freakishly high up. Classes are over for the day, and now I am doing my volunteer hours in the library, which apparently includes wrestling with shelves clearly made for giants. I’ve been trying to slot these damn books in for the past ten minutes, stretching so hard I’m on my tiptoes and still, my hand barely brushes the edge. Do I regret signing up to volunteer at the school library now? Hell no. Not because I’m fighting with these stupidly tall bookshelves, but because I only signed up to distract myself when things went south with the blue eyed devil. And now that we’re good again, Thank God I didn’t commit to more tasks, I’d be drowning in work for no reason. I should’ve known Kai and I wouldn’t stay apart for long. Did I really think we’d stop talking forever after that incident? At the time, it sure felt like it. I thought he didn’t g