Private Lessons With The Bad Boy Bully のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 221 - チャプター 230

LENA’S POVIt wasn’t long before we were on the road, headed home, when I sent Jace another text. Then another. My thumbs moved fast across the screen, typing and deleting, then typing again. Please answer. Just one word. Let me know you’re alive!!!Nicole leaned over, grinning mischievously while peeping at my screen. “Oooh, who are you texting? Come on, spill!”I immediately turned my phone off and gave her a weak smile. “No one.”Nicole laughed. “I bet it’s your boyfriend, Noah. Is he sending you sweet messages like ‘I miss my captain’ or planning some big romantic thing to celebrate you being head cheerleader? Is that why he wasn’t at school today? You two are so cute it’s disgusting. Tell me everything!”I forced a laugh, thinking, no way in heck was I ever letting that happen. But I didn’t say that out loud. “It’s nothing like that. Really. I was just… checking on something.”But Nicole wasn’t convinced. “Sure, sure. Keep your secrets, Miss Mysterious. But seriously, isn’t it s

My forehead connected with a solid chest. The impact knocked the air from my lungs and sent me stumbling backwards. I hit the carpet with an oomph, stars dancing at the edges of my vision."Who the—"The voice stopped short. Cut off mid-curse.My vision cleared slowly, focusing on the figure standing above me. Shirtless with his belt undone and his dark hair dishevelled. And those eyes, those impossible dark eyes that had haunted my dreams through the night, staring down at me in absolute shock."Jesus Christ, Lena." Jace's voice was rough, clearly shocked. "How the hell did you find me here?"I was gasping, sweat dripping down my temples and along the curve of my neck.My entire body shook with adrenaline and effort, and after a while of panting, I managed to force out, "Your... your bike's..." Pant. Gasp. "Your bike's outside. You parked it out front." all the while glaring up at him.Suddenly, it felt like all the worry and the sleepless nights and all the unanswered texts caused me

"I missed you too." My voice cracked. "We've all been so worried about where you were, and I kept thinking—" My own sobbing caught me by surprise. "Why'd you leave me?""I didn’t. Of course, I wouldn't leave you. Not really. I guess I never really checked my phone in the middle of all this, I had so much to deal with." His voice was rough and strained. I understood then that the haziness in his eyes was most likely from a lack of sleep.He cupped my face with heartbreaking gentleness. "You were right about everything, okay? I really should have stopped to think before I lost it on Noah. But right now I'm drowning in Dawson family bullshit even deeper than I've ever been before, and it's driving me insane."His forehead dropped to rest against mine, and we stood there like we were the only two people left in the world, while his thumb traced slow circles on my cheek."Do you want to talk about it?" I whispered."I do. I really do want to talk to you. I want to tell you everything. But

"You told me something when I was little, I remember it, you told me there are two kinds of people in this world—those destined to stand at the top, and those meant to serve from below. You said my uncle and his family were the latter." The bitterness in my voice was so strong it could strip paint. "But now I'm finding out the real reason they've been hanging around us so much is because you—""You did WHAT to your cousin?!" My father’s voice finally cracks, losing that corporate composure."You're not fucking listening to me!" I'm on my feet now, pacing back and forth like a caged animal, my free hand gesturing wildly at nothing. "That's not important. What's important is that there's a lot of shit I'm being blamed for here, and I need answers. Aside from the fact that Noah is legitimately insane and just threatened my life, I think he and his father have some fucked up revenge vendetta against our family. What do you know about this?! I need to know!""I cannot believe this," my f

Jace's hand tightened around mine, immediately pulling me behind his body to shield me from the intruders.His whole body went still, his eyes sharp."What?" I heard myself say. "What is this?"Mr. Dawson straightened his cuffs, not even bothering to look at his son. "I made arrangements. Jace will be attending a correctional program out of state. It's for his own good."Then he turned to the officers, his voice taking on that crisp, boardroom tone. "That's him. Take him away, and be discreet about it. I don't want the press getting word of this; the shareholders are already skittish after the last quarterly report. The last thing we need is a family scandal tanking our stock price.""You called them before I even got here," Jace said quietly. His voice was eerily calm. "Before you even started with that drugs bullshit. You'd already decided, you fucking—""Save the swearing for your new supervisors; it's now their job to burn it out of you, not mine." Mr. Dawson's face remained impa