All Chapters of Entangled With The Bad Boy: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

KAI The moment my eyes shift and land on Sasha, sitting there composed with her gaze fixed on me, my stomach drops. It’s not her, it’s never been her. Nothing about her could make me feel this way. It’s those pretty honey brown eyes in front of me. The ones I know too well. The ones that belong to her. I look at Ava. That forced smile she’s wearing. The panic she’s trying to shove aside, hidden just beneath the surface. I see through it all. She’s been with Sasha. Definitely. She told me she was running errands for her mother, but here she is, coming from wherever my ex is sitting. “Are you still coming to join us, dude?” A sharp tap on my arm jolts me out of my thoughts. I turn to Jason, who’s giving me a questioning look. “ Go ahead,” I say, then my eyes find Ava. The corners of my mouth tug into a smirk. “ I've got better company than you.” Jason stares at her, then back at me, letting out a snort. “Lucky bastard.” I watch him head over to join our other teammates, al

AVA “This is perfect!” Gemma screams through the phone speaker. “Seriously, don’t even think twice. That dress? You have to wear it.” I barely hear her, my eyes are glued to the full length view of myself on the screen, watching the dress on my body. In the small window at the corner, Gemma’s face beams at me, grinning from ear to ear but I can’t focus on her. All I see is the dress, moving with me as I shift the phone to get a better angle. “Don’t you think it’s too short?” I ask, meeting Gemma’s gaze, that ever present grin still plastered on her face. “No, it’s not!” she shoots back, eyes lighting up. “One day, I’m raiding your closet. I am stealing all your dresses. You have so many pretty ones, and somehow you still overthink what to wear for a simple outing.” A simple outing? I almost want to scream at her through the phone. If it were really that simple, I wouldn’t be overthinking every detail, staring at the dress on the screen like it holds my entire future. This is

AVAHis fingers slide into my hair, pulling me flush against him as he deepens the kiss — slow at first, then sharp with hunger, like he’s been starving for this since we walked through the front door. I’m still too stunned to kiss him back, and he pulls away just enough to look at me. Those blue eyes… God. Dark. Intense. Starving. “You still don’t want to kiss me?” Kai asks.His brows pull together, and the way he looks at me like he's one breath away from losing the last of his patience sends a hot chill racing through my body.I want him. I’ve wanted him since the moment we stepped inside. Words won’t cut it.So I don’t use words.His lips part, about to say something else when I grab the front of his shirt and slam my mouth to his.The sound that slips from his throat — half groan, half curse hits me like a shockwave. It vibrates straight down to my pussy and leaves it throbbing.His fingers tangle back into my hair and he drags me against him, kissing me back like he's making u

AVAI open Kai’s text, his response to my where are you coming in so fast. It’s like he’s been sitting there with his eyes glued to his phone, waiting for me to hit him up.Kai: Should that be a question? I’m in the car, waiting for you, ma’am.A laugh slips out of me. I can practically see him typing it, brows pulled together, jaw tense, and pretending he isn’t annoyed even though he definitely is. Which only makes me laugh harder.He already told me a few minutes ago that he was outside. I know exactly where he is. I’m being annoying on purpose, rage baiting him.Why? Because I can.And because after what he pulled in his uncle’s kitchen yesterday, he deserves it.Not that he didn’t make up for it… leaving my legs shaking so badly I thought they’d buckle, making me scream loud enough that I am still embarrassed to think about it.The memory flickers fast in my head — his mouth, his hands, his teeth digging into my back and I have to bite my lip to steady myself.Thank God his uncle

KAIHer mouth parts like she’s about to say something but nothing comes out. Her lips press together again, a small line forming between her brows. She looks at me like I’ve just turned into someone she doesn’t fully recognize, someone she’s trying to relearn in real time.My hands clench into fists on my lap beneath the table. I can feel the twitch in my fingers, the restless tapping starting up even though I try to stop it. I know exactly why I’m doing that. Because the answer is written right there on her face and it’s not the reaction I imagined.Oh, fuck.Was I too fast? Did I just ruin everything by telling her I want her to be mine like an idiot who has zero patience? Who the hell says something like that before food even hits the table? Before a drink? Before she gets a chance to breathe in the damn place I brought her to?This isn’t how I planned any of this. Not even close.I had it all mapped out, step by step, how tonight was supposed to go. She’d relax, smile, and feel s