All Chapters of OOPS! I SENT IT TO MY BAD BOY STEPBROTHER !: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

NORA’S POINT OF VIEW.Before I could say anything more, my phone’s ringing filled the space between us. Pulling it from my bag, my brows furrow at the unknown contact displayed on the screen.“Hello?” The sound of Maeve blowing her nose and coughing makes me stare at her, both with worry and amusement. She rolls onto the floor, wrapping the duvet around her like a human burrito before she continues her sobbing.“Nora!” Elena’s voice makes me ease up a bit, my heart no longer still from the uncertainty. “Thank God you picked up.”“Hey, Elena.”“Hey! You have no idea how many times I had to beg that brute called Damien before I could get your number. So, here’s what’s up: there’s a new club opening tonight, and I can’t go there alone.Remember when I asked if you and I could go out sometime?”“Yeah..” I replied, a small part of me felt nervous at the thought of going to a club; especially because I’d never gone to one before.“Well, this is our chance! If you’d like, of course, I really

NORA’S POINT OF VIEW.The silence Blair left upon her exit was deafening, high-pitched, and could probably detonate a bomb. My knees felt weak, but for some reason, I hadn’t hit the floor yet. From a distance, I heard what sounded like the joined voices of Maeve and Elena speaking loudly into my ears. Perhaps they were trying to convince me that Blair was lying…but all I could hear were those six words Blair had said;He came many times.The words were like claws, shredding whatever confidence I’d tried to summon these last two days, ever since Damien and I talked. All of a sudden, I could barely breathe, or cry….or feel. My world had lost color, too. The corset was too tight, the material of the dress felt itchy against my skin, and I wanted to rip it off my body.My chest rose and fell rapidly, and I could hear my breathing coming out in sharp, rushed spurts. If Damien had touched her, come to me, then touched me with that skin, I would scratch my skin off. He looked me in the eye w

DAMIEN’S POINT OF VIEW.For a moment, all I can do is stare at the picture on my screen. A part of me believes it isn’t real…..yes, Nora has mentioned a certain Maave a handful of times, but this could be a prank text.It could be an edited or doctored image….My heart pounds violently against my rib cage. For a moment, I forget how to breathe, my lungs feel like they’ve trapped air in, and my vision blurs, forcing me to grab the handle of my bike.Exiting the messenger app, I pulled up my keypad, dialing Nora’s number. “Come on, Nora, pick up.”I muttered, my fingers drumming on the leather of the bike handle. Her phone rings for what feels like forever, but she doesn't pick up. It only goes to voicemail instead.“Fuck!” I snapped, nearly throwing the phone to the floor. I dialed her number again, waiting and hoping she would pick up this time around.However, the same thing happens… no, this time around, the automated voice from the network provider comes in;“Sorry, but this number

MAEVE’S POINT OF VIEW.Desperately trying to ignore the hot eyes on my skin, I walked ahead of them, leading them to the exit. Only a handful of staff were allowed to pass through. Lucky for us, one of the bouncers working tonight was a close friend of mine, and I’d partied so many times at this club that I’d get a customer of the month image on the wall if it were on the table.“Ah, here it is.” I sighed, the tightness in my veins easing at the sight of Hayden, my close friend, standing right opposite the door. “Hey, man, can my friends and I take this exit, please? The club’s quite crazy, and we’ve got a drunk woman here.”The moment he sees me, a wide smile crosses his lips, and his tall, muscular figure pulls me in without warning. My muscles eased against him, my hands circling his body and returning the hug. “Hey, Maeve….you got friends over?”“Yeah….look, Stone, I’ll talk to you later, but right now, we really need to leave.” A butthurt look mirroring that of a kicked dog cross

ALLISTER’S POINT OF VIEW.I gripped the steering wheel so hard that I’m pretty sure my hold could leave permanent indentations on the leather. My heart did all sorts of flips, while crashing against my ribcage, and it was all because of the absolute angel of a woman seated barely a few hand grabs away from me. The urge to stare at her pulled at me, grabbing me by the throat with a vice grip.I pushed back against it, not wanting to offend her more than I already have by staring again. However, it was the hardest thing I've ever done in my over twenty years of living. Even harder than going to bed every night with the knife of regret twisting in the deepest parts of my heart over my mistake years ago.Maeve……I whispered her name internally, and under my breath, finally stealing a peek at her. Her eyes were closed, no. Shut tight. She looked like she was currently going through a mental battle, probably just like me. The first time I saw Maeve was in high school. She’d just resumed as a