All Chapters of Entangled With The Bad Boy: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

KAILooking down at her, still on her knees, staring up at me with those wide, innocent eyes like she didn’t just drag my soul out of my body and swallow every drop of it pulls at every damn string in my chest. It makes me want to scoop her into my arms, wash every inch of her skin with my hands, make her favorite meal, and kiss every inch of her face until she falls asleep against me.Like I just told her… I have no fucking clue how someone like her ended up with someone like me. A piece of shit who’s done nothing to deserve this kind of love. But I do know one thing with absolute certainty, I’m going to spend the rest of my life loving her, taking care of her, and making damn sure she never regrets choosing me.At the same time, I’ll make sure I ruin her for anyone else.I’ll touch her in ways that stay in her bones, fuck her until the only thing she can think about is me until craving me is the only addiction she ever has.And right now? God, I need Ava again.Even seconds after I

AVAWhat are those three words staring back at me from my screen?I need you.From Luke, of all people.Why the hell would he need me? Why would he even text me in the first place? I can’t remember the last time we talked on the phone ever since I broke up with him, it’s been radio silence. And seeing him in person? That unfortunate breakfast with his family and mine. That’s it. We don’t cross paths on campus, we don’t study the same major, and I don’t go anywhere near his usual spots.So why now?Why today, of all days? Why after he looked at me on the field like he wanted to swallow me whole because his ego couldn’t handle seeing me? Why is he texting me like he suddenly has the right to?My pulse spikes with irritation… and something else. Something uneasy. Luke never says he needs anything. And especially not me.“Kai is a fucking great player! He just scored another point.” Gemma pats my shoulder, snapping me out of my spiraling thoughts. “You should be proud of your boyfriend. W

AVAMy heart is racing so fast I swear it might rip straight out of my chest. The second Jason opened that damn locker room door and saw Luke’s hand on me, I yanked myself out of his grip so hard my wrist still stings. I didn’t wait for Luke to say another word, I didn’t care to. I’d already made myself crystal clear, and if he somehow still doesn’t get it? I’ll deal with him later.Right now, there’s only one thing on my mind.Kai.Finding him. Reaching him. Explaining before his head fills in the blanks with the worst possible version of the truth.Because Jason definitely saw something in there and guys don’t keep that kind of thing from each other, not when it concerns their best friend’s girlfriend.I’m not even upset Jason might’ve told him. I don’t blame him for it. What terrifies me is what Kai might already be thinking. This exact situation is the one thing I’ve been trying to avoid with every part of me but somehow I’m right in the middle of it anyway. And if I don’t find K

AVAHis hand doesn’t leave my throat when he crushes his mouth against mine. My legs are shaking so badly I can barely stand, and the only thing keeping me upright is him, the same man who just poured every ounce of his anger into the way he fucked me. I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to fall into the kiss the way I always do. I try to pretend nothing is different and lose myself in him. Because that’s what I've been craving the second he told me to turn around, his mouth on mine, his warmth, and the softness he only ever shows me.But none of that is what I got.No sweet words against my ear. No praise. No gentle reassurance. No “good girl,” no “I’ve got you.” Not even my name shaped like a prayer on his tongue.Just sharp commands. Just the iron grip of his hands branding my body. Just the kind of raw intensity that leaves my legs useless beneath me and his fingerprints still burning on my skin.That was when it hit me, what he was really doing. Kai hadn’t shut me down because he wa

AVAThe moment I step into my house and catch sight of the sleek black car in the driveway, the one that definitely isn’t ours, my chest tightens. I don’t even need to think twice. I already know who it belongs to.The Westbrooks.Oh no.What do they want now? Their dinners, business meetings, ‘bonding sessions,’ whatever the hell they call it, it’s becoming way too frequent. I get that there’s some shiny new deal on the table that’s supposed to make everyone even richer, but do they really have to bring it into our house every single time?This means one thing, I will have to sit through another dinner full of pointless chatter I don’t care about. And that’s not even the worst part. The worst part is knowing he’s in there too.Luke.Fuck, no.I don’t want to face him. At all. If I see him now, I know exactly what’s going to happen, I’ll remember every bit of bullshit he put me through. The stupid texts he sent the other day. The drama. The way it spiraled into a mess between me and