All Chapters of Ricochet My Love: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

I thought everything had just been a sinful, tempting dream… until I woke up feeling both used and very, very satisfied.My legs trembled the second I tried to move. The muscles in my thighs twitched, and the ache between them made me suck in a sharp breath.I was that sore.Every bit of evidence from last night was still written all over my body. But the man responsible for it? He’d only left a fading warmth on the empty space beside me.Why the hell was I expecting him to stay?He had a life of his own, and I wasn’t the one who got to control it.My throat felt dry as sandpaper, my lungs kind of forgotten how to breathe properly. Probably because he’d spent half the night stealing it from me.Just like the serenity of the night, we’d tried our best to keep quiet too… biting back every sound, doing everything in complete silence.With whatever strength I managed to get from a very short but deep sleep, I forced myself upright and dragged a hand over my face.I still had work to get t

He was definitely lying.And if I believed him, then I was completely screwed.There was no way his words were true. I heard it with my own ears. He was planning something with Tiffany. And his mother telling me he was getting married only added to the evidence.But his words… they went straight to my heart.No. He just wanted to mess with me. And hell, I was letting him.Yesterday, I was literally getting choked and harassed by my own emotions. I ended the night doing something I thought would halfway fix my entire breakdown. Only to wake up and realize I got completely scammed.What the hell was I even doing?"If you keep looking at me like that, I might get the wrong idea and won’t let you go to work." Ricochet’s voice cut through my thoughts as he stood at the bottom of the stairs, casually buttoning up the shirt from last night."To be clear, I’m murdering you in my head," I retirted, crossing my arms—more like defending myself since I got caught practically drooling over how unf

"You can't just take me whenever and wherever you want, Ricochet. I have work, I have responsibilities at home—" "I'm your job—do me," he cut me off, pointing at a turn. "Hot chauffeur, take a left over here." I glanced at him with a frown. "More like a boss. You've been telling me what to do," I snorted, obeying him anyway. "Give me my salary." "I could give you more than just a salary," he flirted, wearing that annoying smirk on his face. He was completely relaxed in the passenger seat, head tilted toward me, hands resting just above his thighs, knees spread slightly, looking like he was inviting me to climb over and sit on him, play trampoline with my ass. "Plus a bonus, since you've been a very good girl," he chuckled, extending his arm to poke my nose upward. I growled in annoyance, but even so, butterflies fluttered wildly in my stomach. It felt like life had hit rewind, like we were those stupid teenagers again who made a huge mistake and just decided to roll with

Sore. Again.Since last night wasn’t enough to put me in a wheelchair, I just had to go and encourage him to completely paralyze me.“Shit…” I softly grunted, trying to move.But like magic, the ache all over my body from that… intense cardio faded, replaced by warmth, and that familiar, teasing tingle when a hand settled on my hip.The bed dipped behind me.A kiss landed on my shoulder.“Still alive, baby?” he murmured against my ear, lips brushing it. His concern sounded like a mock, all tease, and way too proud of himself.I rolled my eyes and slowly turned to face him, but the words I was about to throw at him died in my throat.That after-sex look had me biting my own tongue.“We’re going to visit the Champagne Streams later,” he went on, his hands roaming lazily over my sore, oversensitive body. “And I was thinking… maybe I should take you from behind while you’re holding onto a rock.”His fingers pressed into my hip, dragging slightly down my still shaky legs, and back up to my

“You asked me to tell you the truth, and now that I answered your questions, you’re sulking,” Ricochet muttered, scratching the side of his head after laying everything out—the very thing I asked for.I shot him a glare, chewing the last bite of my sushi a little too hard. “You planned something romantic. Then it turns out it was all Tiffany’s idea. And then all those confetti, that sweet PDA revelation thing with cameras everywhere watching…” I grabbed my glass and chugged the water in one go. “…that was all for me?!”“That’s what I said,” he mumbled, dabbing his mouth with a napkin, looking all guilty like he was actively regretting every life decision that led him here, watching me having a mental breakdown.“I can’t believe it!”“It’s because I was going to do everything just to win you back—”“What?” I cut in sharply. “I already know that part. What I meant is, I can’t believe you just told me everything that was supposed to be a surprise.” My voice lowered, more in disbelief tha