Lahat ng Kabanata ng Tempting The Bad Boy: Kabanata 131 - Kabanata 140

ClaireGabby and I had been working all afternoon, setting up Bennu's flat for the bachelorette party we were throwing her tonight. Gabby insisted she should be in charge of the decorations, which left me with all the food preparations. I'd been so busy chopping, whisking, baking and cooking up a storm, I wanted this night to be something special for Bennu, a mixture of her own Turkish traditions alongside some of ours, just a fun, classy night of ladies celebrating the bride.I should have been suspicious when Gabby returned from the party with a big bag of decorations, which she wouldn't let me take a peek at, but I had far too much work on my hands to push the issue. Now, looking around the living room, I was confronted with penises. They were everywhere, penis shaped balloons stuck to the ceiling, straws with penis ends were sprawled across the coffee table, and she'd even put up a 'pin the penis on the man' game."Gabby, I told you classy decorations, not dickfest." I exclaim, pi

AndyI'd been taking small sips from my beer, trying to stretch it out because I knew that this would be my last. I was down to just coins in my wallet, which wouldn't even get me a sniff of liquor at the pub we were drinking at. I could have bought an entire case of beer for the amount of money they now charge for a few drinks at a pub.When faced with the task of having to organise a bachelor night for Ed, I had no idea what to actually do, so I went to my dad and Sam, the only two married men I know, for advice. All I knew was that Ed wanted something low-key and inexpensive. Dad suggested this pub because we would be able to get a good, quality meal, and there would be a band playing for entertainment, and Sam offered to hire a bus for the night, to save us all the hassle of paying for Ubers.The boys and I hadn't really all hung out together since high school, and back then, there was always that tension that lingered between Ed and me. That was long behind us now. I was going to

ClaireDay time tv is a boring wasteland of infomercials and old movies. It would be alright if the movie was actually good, that would make having a day off from school, stuck on the couch with a sprained ankle, somewhat worth it, but this was quickly becoming the most boring day ever.Every time I put pressure on my foot, a spark of pain radiated from my ankle, making me cringe because I'm reminded of my embarrassing strip tease gone wrong. This is what I get for trying to be sexy for my boyfriend: a sprained ankle and a lifetime of regret.I blame the vodka; it gave me false confidence. They really should put warnings on the bottles, just to prevent others from being sent down a shame spiral. The heels were also at fault. I can usually walk fine in them, but they too need a warning, 'don't mix with alcohol'.Thank goodness my parents let me stay home from school today though. My embarrassment would just be endless if I had to relay to Jupiter and Nate how I obtained my injury. I'm

AndyI parked my car on the curb out front of Claire's house and walked with Heath into the house, but we both stopped at the front door when we hear the argument unfolding inside the house."How could you just ask him to come for dinner?" I hear Claire yelling. Who the hell is she angry at and why?"Claire, you're being unreasonable," Sam yells back, and Heath and I exchange a look as we stand stationary on the porch, both of us not wanting to intrude on the fight that has broken out. "Your mother and I want to get to know this man; we want Heath to get to know him. That's what dinner is about tonight.""You didn't hear him, Dad, he said my boy, he thinks he has a claim to Heath," Claire says in a much less aggressive tone. "He's not here to just meet Heath, he's here to take him away from us.""Claire, honey, even if that is his intention, which I highly doubt, Heath is still our son; no one can take him away from us." Veronica chimes in, her voice much more soothing than the others

ClaireThe ceremony was beautiful, bringing tears to my eyes. Ed had been working hard to learn Turkish so that he could profess his vows to Bennu in her native language. I have no idea what saying, but Bennu was impressed by his words, as was her mother too.It still angered me that Ed felt he had to prove himself to Serap. He was a good, kind-natured man, but she couldn't see past his tattoos and motorbike until he stood by Bennu after the miscarriage. Once the ceremony was complete, Serap was the first guest to come up and congratulate Ed and Bennu. The smile that spread across Bennu's face, as she watched her mother embrace her husband so warmly, was one of true happiness. This was all Bennu had ever wanted, for the two most important people in her world to get along. More photographs followed after the ceremony, my cheeks hurt from smiling as we posed by the beach. Although the sun had come out and there wasn't a cloud in the sky, it was still freezing and I shivered as the win