The Bad Boy’s Regret のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 81 - チャプター 90

ZOEY“What if we hooked up?”The words slipped out before I could pull them back, light and reckless and dressed in humor, but the second they landed in the air, Gabriel’s head snapped toward me like I’d just set something on fire. He blinked once then twice. Then he laughed in a low disbelieving way. “What?”I laughed too, because if I didn’t, it would look like I meant it. “Relax,” I said, lifting my bottle. “We can blame it on the alcohol. No one has to know.”He stared at me for a moment longer, the corner of his mouth twitching like he didn’t know whether to take me seriously or not. “Sure,” he said slowly, “but wouldn’t that just prove I have some kind of obsession with girls my cousin’s been with?”That hit me right in the chest, sharp and annoying and unfair. Really unfair. “Damian and I never…” I trailed off, rolling my eyes. “We didn’t do that.”His eyebrows shot up. “No way.”“Yes way.”He sat up straighter, genuinely surprised now, his bottle paused halfway to his lips. “

ZOEYI stood slowly. I pulled it off, all the way down, slowing down intentionally just to tease him a bit. My bra came off next. Then I slipped my thong down too, stepping out of them.I stood in front of him. Fully bare and yet unashamed. His mouth parted slightly before he leaned back on the bed frame, legs spread, hands resting on his thighs.“Come here.” I climbed onto the bed, moving to kneel between his legs. I reached for his belt, pulling it open slowly without breaking off eye contact. He watched me without blinking as his pants came down. So did his boxers. He was already hard. I looked up at him once. “You're already hard. Want me that bad?” I asked in a teasing tone.“Don’t ask,” he said through gritted teeth as he barely contained his chuckle, “Just use your mouth.”I leaned in. My lips wrapped around the tip of his hard cock. His hand moved to grab my hair immediately. He groaned loud as I pushed down further, feeling him hit the back of my throat.“Fuck” he hissed. “

MONICAWhen Julian left me at the party it felt like the music got louder out of spite, like the speakers were personally offended he’d chosen feelings over fun. I stood there for a second holding two red cups like an idiot before handing one to a random girl who looked equally lost and turning back toward the crowd with a smile that did not match my chest at all.I watched him disappear, that quick determined walk he does when he’s decided something. His shoulders tense, jaw set tight, heart probably sprinting ahead of him, and I hoped—really hoped—this was finally the moment everything stopped hurting for him, because he deserved that more than anyone I knew.I turned too fast and ran straight into someone solid. “Whoa,” a guy said, hands lifting like he was innocent already. “My bad.”“Yeah,” I replied automatically, stepping back, scanning him in one glance, college-aged, messy hair, drunk confidence, eyes that lingered too long on my chest which now had my drink splashed all ove

MONICAThe whistle blew sharp and loud and suddenly everything exploded into motion, bodies colliding, sneakers screeching against polished floor, voices overlapping into one messy roar that bounced off the walls and lodged itself somewhere behind my ribs, and I barely had time to breathe before the game swallowed all of our attention whole.It was chaos from the first second.Damian moved like he was born for this, fast and confident and reckless in that way that made your heart skip and your stomach twist, weaving through defenders like they were just suggestions, shouting commands that his teammates followed without question, and every time he looked toward the stands it felt like his eyes were looking for me, reminding himself what he was playing for. And I worried that was more distracting than romantic.Julian yelled so loud beside me I was pretty sure he’d lose his voice before halftime. Landon jumped up and down like a caffeinated toddler. Olivia and Ava shrieked every time th

GABRIELI was not okay, like not even a little, and the worst part was I couldn’t even point to one single thing and say that’s it, that’s the reason, because it was everything stacked on top of everything else until my head felt like it was buzzing nonstop, the celebration noise pressing in on me from all sides while I stood there holding a plastic cup I hadn’t touched in ten whole minutes pretending I was actually present in this moment.Zoey.That was the first name my brain latched onto and immediately tried to throw away at the same time, because every time I thought about her my chest did this weird tightening thing that wasn’t attraction exactly and wasn’t guilt either but something messier and harder to explain, flashes of her moans in my hotel room, the way she’d looked at me when she asked questions she already knew the answers to, the way alcohol had made everything intimate and reckless all at once.And then there was that hug.What the hell was that hug.I stared at the f