Tempting The Bad Boy のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 141 - チャプター 145

AndyEvery year, my mother announces on the first day of Spring that it's the season of new beginnings, and this morning was no different. I usually just roll my eyes and mutter under my breath that Spring will be just like every other fucking season, but today I wanted to have faith in her prediction.The last time I stood in front of a magistrate, I was shit scared that I'd be sentenced to prison for my crime. I pleaded guilty and held my breath as the judge handed me a lucky break in the form of a good behaviour bond. I promised not only myself but also my parents that I'd keep my nose out of trouble, that I'd attend the school I openly mocked for years, and I'd never, ever do anything that would land me in Claremont Courthouse again.I was breaking that last promise, tempting fate to have my record dropped. I thought it would be a simple win or lose, either the judge would review my case, taking into account my school attendance and grades, then make the decision to wipe my record

Andy"Your Honour, over the past year, I've come to know Andrew quite well. I'll admit, at first, I painted him as just another thug who would sooner or later offend again. I wrote him off, assuming he'd eventually end up in prison ." The detective's assessment of me is an unexpected punch to the gut. I knew he didn't like me when we first met, but I had no idea he thought I was destined to end up behind bars. "Then I got to know him and I soon realised that Andrew was not a book that you could judge just by scanning the cover. He proved himself extremely intellectual, driven and determined to turn his life around."Judge Shepard pauses to jot down notes after the detective has finished speaking, and I'd give anything to be able to read what she wrote."I'm curious about how you came to cross paths with Mr Stephenson? Why was a detective looking to a man who had a record?" The judge's tone is accusing, like she believes that the detective is hiding something, because why else would he

ClaireWith no information on where we were going tonight, it made it harder to know how to dress. Andy had given me enough clues to know that it would be somewhere special, though, so I felt the need to get fancy.I'd bought a long, black, sparkly dress on sale a month earlier and had been waiting for the perfect occasion to wear it. The spaghetti straps crisscrossed at the back, holding the dress in place without me having to worry about constantly pulling the straps up.I loosely curl my dark hair and pin back the front pieces, letting my tenth fall down my back. I spritz myself with the sweet-scented perfume that Andy got me for Christmas and step into my silver heels.Andy had chosen to wear a long-sleeved, white button-up shirt, black dress pants and a navy blue tie. He hates wearing a tie, even though he has to put one on every day for work. He was wearing it for me because he knows how sexy I think he looks when he's dressed up.His eyes go wide when he sees me coming down the