All Chapters of The Bad Gentleman : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Hannah“First of all I’m glad you’re alive. That man looked like he was seconds away from strangling you,” Soph says over the line. I smile, setting my lunch; a plate of chicken salad and some soda, down on the table. “I was scared for my life,” I tell her, taking my phone from between my ear and shoulder before sitting.“So what happened?” I pause, staring at my uncommon lunch, my mind drawing blank. How do I tell her what we did last night? And this morning? How do I explain that I had to apologize with not just my words?“Hans? You there?” I clear my throat, exhaling a breath I didn’t know I was holding.“Um yeah. We spoke. He wanted to take my phone and stop me from working again, but I was able to convince him not to. I promised not to pull such a stunt again, and he agreed.” I pressed my lips tight after speaking, hoping she wouldn’t ask for details.“You know this is weird right?” Her voice is low and very worried.“I know I know, but it’s not like there’s anything I can do.

HannahI stare at my reflection in the mirror, a little smile on my face at how well I managed to put myself together, which instantly turns into a scowl the moment Christian speaks.“I said it last night, Princess. You’re not going alone.”I huff, throwing my head back, eyes to the ceiling with a roll, a reaction I give him because it’s easier than admitting how tightly his words already have me.“But I won’t be alone. I invited Soph to come along,” I tell him, holding my phone between my head and shoulder as I flatten down my dress which honestly is perfect and not in need of any flattening given how tight and well sculpted it is.The silence on the line tells me Christian is not having it.“I mean it’s bad enough that my colleagues already think Victor’s my boyfriend, bringing him along will only be too much.”“Your colleagues think what?” Even from over the line, current runs through my body at his chilling tone. I guess I shouldn’t have said that.“Um… they think he’s my boyfrie

Hannah I blocked Connor. It was a long time coming anyway, although the act itself is something I avoided for a while because of the history we shared. It made no sense that I hadn’t blocked him sooner, but it also did. I’d loved him once, and love doesn’t vanish cleanly just because it’s betrayed. Moreover, deleting him felt like pretending we hadn’t existed at all. But after calling out his name to Christian, and having Christian interrogate me about him, it just didn’t seem right to keep his access to me. Or maybe that night made me realize I didn’t want Connor to exist in the world where Christian does. The silence and peace that came with knowing Connor can’t and won’t disturb me anymore is truly one for the books even as I pick up my phone from the bedside table, tapping on the screen to be sure I’m truly free. Turning over to Christian’s side of the bed, placing my hand on it, I notice it’s cold, meaning he’s been up and about for a while, and has most likely left for w

Hannah "Everything alright, Doc?" Victor's eyes are sharp and wide, taking in the puffiness of my face. I press my lips together, setting my tote behind us, raising the socked cubes of ice I managed to steal from the kitchen without alerting Madam C, to my face. "Yeah, got my period," I lie, pressing the wet black socks on my eyes, rubbing it against them with a sigh. "And you still have to work?" He asks, turning on the ignition. I nod, tilting my head back, blinking so the tears threatening to fall stay exactly where they are. "It's not a big deal," another lie, in fact the biggest lie I've told, when I know for certain that it's a big deal. Marriage is a big deal. And the fact that I heard about his like a criminal overhearing a sentence meant to ruin her made it worse. Wiping my face with the back of my hands, I set the cold wet socks on my lap, without any care about it leaving a wet spot, because I can’t find it in me to care about anything right now, aside from the holl

Christian She's avoiding me like the plague.Although knowing the reason why was not a priority at the time because I’m far more interested in seeing how long she'll last before she realizes there's no escaping me, now it's gotten on my nerves since she asked for a damn extension.She came up with complaints four days ago when she returned, about commuting from here to work because of her night shift, something about how it’s difficult and how she'd prefer going from that apartment instead.I'd agreed to her plea to return then, mostly because I'd been busy having meetings with my uncles and all the active family members about the Desantis, in the house, and I didn't need her around distracting me or others. But no more fucking night shifts for her when this is over."Aren't you going to bring her back? You look like you haven't slept in ages," Seb jokes with a snicker, a palm over his mouth as if to contain it, and I shoot him a death glare, sinking i