All Chapters of Entangled With The Bad Boy: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

KAII’m a mess.A fucking mess.What the hell is wrong with me?Why do I feel like this all of a sudden? It’s like Mom's latest texts are burned into the back of my skull. Every line. Every pathetic attempt at “motherhood.”And calling her mom just now? Hell, no. That title’s a damn joke. She’s a stranger who happened to give birth to me, nothing more.I can’t figure out what’s happening to me right now. Normally, when she sends her bullshit, it stings for a second, maybe knocks the edge off my day, but I move on and forget about it.But this time? I deleted the messages and blocked her. I did everything I always do. And yet… it’s still there. Crawling under my skin and growing into something heavy and ugly I can’t shake off.I take a long gulp of the drink in my hand, the burn doing absolutely nothing to calm the noise in my head. I force my eyes to stay on the football game playing on the TV, like if I stare hard enough, the thoughts about her will just evaporate.They don’t.The mo

KAI She's mine. All fucking mine. And if she keeps staring at me like that, like she’s already imagining every filthy thing I’m capable of doing to her, I’m not sure I'll last another second before I even get inside her. “Do you see something you like, sweetheart?” I rasp, my voice coming out rougher than I mean it to. “You know the answer,” Ava mutters under her breath, her gaze dropping to my cock again. It hardens even more under that piercing look, a fresh bead of pre cum glistening at the tip. I step closer to the edge of the bed and wrap my hand around my shaft, letting her watch. My grip tightens just enough to make the head flush darker and I stroke once, eyes burning into her while hers stay locked on what I'm doing. “Come here,” I order. Ava drops to her knees on the bed and crawls to the edge, looking up at me through her lashes. I let out a low breath. “Looks like you’re just as hungry for me as I am for you.” My hand slides into her hair, fingers curling gently

KAIThe corner of my mouth lifts at her smart little comeback. She’s not even wrong. Every time we’re together, we leave each other wrecked, breathless, and completely undone. You’d think that would be enough to knock the edge off for a while. But no.It never is.Give me three minutes to breathe. Her smooth, bare skin still tucked against mine, that soft scent of her hair in my nose, and I’m already hard again, ready for another round. It’s so ridiculous how feral my body gets when it comes to her.Still, I force myself to slow it down. My girl needs more time to recover than I do and I don’t mind waiting.“Guess we did that to each other,” I murmur.She nods against my chest, her breath warm on my skin. “Worth it.”I tighten my arms around her, pulling her closer until there’s no space left between us.“Yeah,” I breathe, pressing a kiss to her hair. “Every damn time.”For a moment, we stay like that, wrapped around each other, no words, just the rhythm of our breathing filling the

KAI“You were really good today, Kai. I mean, you’ve always been great, but this morning? You were on another level. Scoring eighteen points out of the team’s thirty-eight? That's insane. You’re the best.”I nod, a small smile tugging at my mouth but it fades almost immediately.The girl in front of me is wearing a white jersey with my number splashed across it. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen her before, probably just another fan. She keeps piling on the compliments, and yeah, it feels good. Most girls who come up to me only gush about how I look when I play, how toned my arms are, my shoulders — all that crap.But this? She is talking about the game. About the work. The actual performance. It feels good. It really does.Still, my attention drifts away from her.Because all I can think about is how much better it would’ve felt if my girlfriend had been there instead. How it would be if those pretty brown eyes were the ones shining up at me right now, telling me how well I played against

AVA My heart is hammering in my chest — fast, uneven, almost panicked, and my pace only keeps getting quicker. By the time I reach the entrance to the locker room, the words St. Wynters’ Titans stamped boldly across the door, my pulse has become a full-blown mess and I’m struggling to catch my breath. Breathe in. Breathe out. I can’t just storm in there to see the love of my life while wheezing like an antelope that barely escaped a speeding car. But to be honest, what choice did I have? Sprinting from the stadium to the locker room feels like fair punishment for waking up late and showing up halfway through the Iron Crest Bowl. When I finally found Gemma and Blake after searching the packed stadium for what felt like forever, I handed Gemma the hot chocolate and chips she wanted. That’s when she told me I’d missed him. That Kai had already headed to the locker room with his teammates. I didn’t wait for her to say anything else. I didn’t even ask whether they won the mornin