All Chapters of Love or Lust: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Bowie POV The elevator took few seconds to reach the lobby and i spent every one of them with my back against the panel and my hands over my mouth, laughing my ass out. Not because anything was funny, but because there was nowhere else for it to go, all that adrenaline and terror and triumph- it came out of me in a shaky, broken giggle that Wesley watched with his eyebrows up, and then he started laughing too, and by the time the doors opened we were two idiots in a marble lobby barely holding it together while a security guard watched us with his hand on his belt.He got us out of the garage in under two minutes, and then two blocks later he pulled over to the curb and shut the engine off and put his forehead on the steering wheel with both hands still gripping it."Bowie," he said, into the wheel."I know.""He's going to come after you now. For real. The file, the log, none of it stops him. It just tells him he has to be smarter.""I know that too." I put my hand on the ba

As Wesley jogged toward the stadium lights, he could hear the crowd before he could even see them. The sound was low at first, then grew louder, until it became a roar of forty thousand voices.He was already sweating, his jersey sticking to his skin.Everything he had worked for had brought him here.Every early morning. Every painful practice. Every time he wanted to quit but didn’t.He pushed through the entrance and the stadium lights hit him all at once. They were almost blinding.The noise was even louder now.He slowed as he made his way toward the sideline, his heart pounding against his chest. He didn't need to look around.He already knew where she would be.Bowie.Third row.He felt it before he even looked.And there she was.She was small compared to everything around her, but somehow, he always found her first. He had given her his grey jersey, the one with number 12 on it, and she was wearing it like it belonged to her.Her hair was loose around her shoulders,

~One year later. It was New Year’s Eve. Bowie's parents' house was loud.The kind that came from too many people in one house, too much food in the kitchen, music playing from the living room, and everyone talking over one another.The counters were covered with food- mac and cheese, brown-sugar glazed ham, collard greens, cornbread, and a pie Wesley had helped make that morning.He ruined the crust, but according to Bowie's mother, it was still edible.The TV was on in the living room.The countdown to midnight was still hours away, but someone had already turned the music up- Old Motown filled the house.Marcus was outside on the back porch, standing beside the grill despite the cold.He had insisted that real men cooked outside, even in December.Bowie's mother was in the kitchen with her sister, both of them laughing about something Wesley couldn't hear, and at the dining table stood Christopher.His sleeves were rolled up. He was holding a carving knife like he had absolu

The elevator doors had been shut for eleven minutes.Ava pressed the button again, as though repetition might convince the elevator into moving faster.The numbers flickered- 34, 35, 36, and the elevator hung there between floors with a low electrical hum. The paper cup in her hand had gone soft and the coffee bled through the cardboard, hot enough to sting. She shifted her grip instead of letting go, because letting go meant walking into the most important interview of her life without a caffeine boost.She took a gulp out of the cup and sighed, savoring the taste before it went cold.The numbers started flickering faster until it got to 42, then the electrical hum seized and the door of the elevator slid open."Great." She mumbled and stepped out. Her stomach grumbled and she wondered if it was the after effect of gravity, hunger or nervousness. Ava reasoned it would be the latter. The executive floor did not seem like the rest of the building. The carpet was thi

By ten, the floor was already full and Ava understood that the executive floor at Blackwood Group operated at a different frequency that she had seen nowhere. Everyone hurried, barely walking. There was a low constant sound of keyboards over voices and the distant chime of an elevator arriving with another person who had somewhere to be. Twice she looked up and caught Adrian looking at her through the glass with that same puzzled look.She shook her head and diverted her eyes, ignoring the constant tingles between her thighs. At around noon, a man walked out of the elevator and stopped right in front of her desk.He was as tall as Adrian- 6’4 at least, a neatly cut buzz-cut and trimmed beards. His shoulders were as broad as Adrian’s, but without the familiar stiffness. This man seemed more relaxed and the smile he wore on his face screamed mischievous. "You are the new one," he pointed at her with the smile still on his face."Ava Bennett." She introduced."Vict