All Chapters of The Bad Gentleman : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Hannah How is he here? No seriously, how? What are the odds that of all the wealthy people in this state, in this country, the sponsor for the new wing is Christian? And the fact he'd done it anonymously too, only to appear like this?I bite the insides of my mouth so hard I feel a pinch but it doesn't stop me, the large hall suddenly feeling too small, his presence closing in on the space, and me.Multiple questions swirl in my mind like a crowded room where everyone's talking loudly over each other without end. But I can only focus on one.Why does he look more attractive than I remember? He's in a sleek black tux which frames his built frame too perfectly, like he was made to wear it, like a model on the cover of a magazine. I don't even realize my body is frozen, my eyes following his movements as he walks behind a guy who leads him to his table at the front of the auditorium four tables away from me, until I feel warmth atop my right hand."Are you alright? You look like you'

a/n: double POV moment…Hannah “What do you—”The rest of my words are cut off as Christian cups my face with both his hands, stepping closer to me. His thumbs brush my jaw, and for half a second my breath stutters, not from want, but from memory; fingers on my skin, and pressure where I didn’t ask for it. Then it’s gone, replaced by him, by the delicious and dangerous scent of him that engulfs my nose, and for a moment I feel like I’m drowning in a sea of him.“Mine and mine only,” his voice is low and alluring. If I were a sailor I’d call it a siren’s song, hypnotizing me into his web with no form of struggle on my end.“Christian,” I call, breathless, gripping his arms with my hands.“Shh.” His eyes blaze, but there’s no anger in them, it’s something different. Something I’ve seen before.He pulls my face even closer to his, leaning forward until our noses touch, his minty breath fanning my face. My tongue flickers across my lips in anticipation of the kiss I know is coming, but

Hannah “Take care of yourself, alright? Don’t think about anything, don’t do anything. Make sure you’re okay first before you even dream of resuming. Okay?” Hailey’s concerned voice causes a sting in my eyes, tears pooling in them. I tip my head backwards because the last thing I want to do is cry with the company I have.“Yeah, I’ll try,” I say into my phone, pressing my lips together. “Send my love to Phil. Tell him I’ll call him later.”“Alright, my banana. Stay safe. Bye.” I hang up after my response, shutting my eyes tight, my fingers pressed on my temple to massage it.“You okay, Doc?” Victor asks from the other side of the kitchen island. I nod without dropping my head or hand, trying to make sure I don’t look like I’m seconds away from crying before returning my attention to them.The truth is, I’m not okay. I haven’t been since I woke up, and it only got worse since somehow, my colleagues at St. Marie got talking, mentioning my name on niche platfo

(A/N: I’m sorry for the weird cut. The chapter was too long.)Hannah He slides more of him in again, making me gasp in not just pure lust but surprise. How can one man be so big? “Fuck!”Then he begins to move, hard and rough, tucking my body nearly into his own, molding us as one. “Christian!”“Yeah, say my name louder.” One of his hands leaves my hips, coming up to grab my neck, forcing me to arch my body in a way to accommodate him.“Fuck this!” I hear Connor over Christian’s banging thrusts, then the sound of the call hanging up afterwards. The silence he leaves behind is worse than the shouting. Worse, because now there’s no one to pretend this isn’t happening. But I can’t bring myself to care as Christian’s grip on my neck tightens, his face coming to my ear.“Do you know how many fucking times I imagined you like this?” he groaned, “Bent over and taking me from behind like the good girl you are.”It felt impossible to focu

Hannah A massage is not the only thing Christian planned for me today.He also sent someone to Soph’s, possibly while I was in the shower, to get my things from the apartment. Which of course resulted in Soph calling and barking insults at me for being a horrible friend, saying she was just about to leave for work, and declaring she wants nothing to do with me again. I groveled for two hours, begging and apologizing, because I indeed was in the wrong. I’d told her yesterday that Christian was bringing me to hers, with the promise that I’d tell her everything that transpired in person, but with all that happened last night, it’s no surprise I didn’t call to let her know I wouldn’t be coming anymore.To soften her heart, we settled on lunch this afternoon, because she refused to meet at a later time, and wanted to see me in person to ensure I’m just as fine as I claimed I am.Too Many Nights by Metro Booming blares through the car speakers, and I raise my head from my phone, my finger