All Chapters of Entangled With The Bad Boy: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

KAI I bite back a groan. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” I mutter under my breath. Is this really the right time for the evil twin to show up? I call Zade the evil one, it fits him perfectly. He and his sister are both driving me insane, just in different ways. I raise an eyebrow as he strolls toward us, that smug look already on his face. The hallway’s empty, just the three of us, and of course he chooses now to appear. The guy has the worst timing ever, he's got this uncanny ability to show up when he's not wanted. Like yesterday when he barged in mid makeout and killed the moment. And now, this. Zade stops a few inches away, his eyes flicking between me and Ava like he already knows he’s walked in on something. A corner of his mouth curls upwards into a lopsided grin, the kind that says he’s enjoying this way too much. I have no idea what the hell he finds so funny. “Hi, little sister,” Zade says, his gaze fixed on Ava. I don’t let go of her hand. To be honest, I am surprised

KAIThose two words from her lips are all it takes to undo me completely, I am consumed with the urge to ram my fingers deep inside her, to feel her clench around me.“Kai…” she breathes again.She’s so fucking impatient, craving my fingers inside her. That’s how I love her — yearning, aching, and all mine.I glance around, taking in where we are. I don't give a damn about the spot, but for her, I'm being cautious. Not many people hit this old rooftop except us, but it's still wide open, anyone looking deeper could catch the show. I spin her around, pressing her back against the wall while I step in close, my body trapping hers so close there's no space between us.“I thought you didn’t care if anyone saw us,” Ava blurts out, a mischievous smirk tugging at her lips.“I don’t,” I say, my voice low and rough. “But I also don’t like anyone seeing what’s mine.”Her breath hitches. “Am I yours?”“You’re mine,” I whisper, my fingers tracing the curve of her lips. “And I’m all yours too.”H

KAIAm I a jerk for inviting Ava to the club? Probably.Am I a jerk for wanting her to see the wild, reckless side of me, the part I am supposed to keep buried from her? Absolutely.This isn’t me trying to screw up what I have with Ava. What I feel for her... it’s different. Different from anything I’ve ever known. Not that I’ve been in a ton of relationships to compare, but still she’s not like the others.I’ve never been the type to say I’m sorry and mean it. I do what I want, when I want, and if someone doesn’t like it? That’s their problem. Why apologize when it's easier to find someone new?But with her, with those honey brown eyes that see straight through my bullshit, I want to do better. I want to keep whatever this is between us, even if I don't have the guts to define it. Yet. This shit scares me. A lot.If we keep going like this, she’s going to start asking questions. Questions about me. About things I don’t want to talk about, especially not with her.How am I supposed t

AVA Kai doesn’t even wait for me to answer. His grip on my hand is tight and firm, as he drags me out of the room. He ignores the guys telling me to calm down, to wait. He doesn’t listen to anyone. I can feel the raw anger radiating off him, controlled but intense. He still has the blank look on his face, but I can see how mad he is in the little things. The way his jaw clenched so tight, the firm curl of his fingers around my wrist, the tiny crease between his brows that gave him away. He hauls me through the crowd, past the flashing lights, out of the clubhouse, and finally out of the building. I don’t say a word. What could I even say when he won’t look at me, when he’s like this? I have to give him a moment and let him calm down. I haven’t seen him consumed by rage like this before and it scares me. Outside, the cold night air hits my skin, thanks to the skimpy dress I am putting on. Totally worth it, I guess. He called me “flawless.” With everything that’s going on, I am not s

AVA “I’m done with him!” I blurt out. The words come out louder and sharper than I intended, and I can feel the weight of every pair of eyes digging into our table. But I don’t give a damn. Let them stare. Let them whisper. Let them start a fucking rumor. I don’t care. Gemma leans closer, clearing her throat. “Do you mind keeping it down a little? They’re starting to look at us,” she utters. I lift a shoulder in a half shrug. “I’m fucking done with him this time. No more last chances. No more waiting for him to fix up,” I murmur, keeping my voice lower this time, but the anger still doesn’t fade. “You’ve said that a million times since we got here,” she says, taking a slow sip of her drink. “Yeah, and I’m saying it again for the last time, with real impact,” I snap. “I am seriously done with him.” Gemma nods for what feels like the hundredth time, it’s the only sane response she can give me at this point. Thank God she’s a good best friend, one who’ll sit through my endle