All Chapters of Bad Decision, Great pleasures : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

IVY'S POV You wanna know a feeling better than love?It's feeling safe.Jacob never made me feel safe. I was constantly insecure and that had nothing to do with all the emotional trauma I'd been through. Thinking about it now, I realized the problem was him.Because here I was now, in the arms of another, and the only thing I could feel was pure safety.That's another level of intimacy.It's the only level I actually want.Noah kissed me passionately, his hands pressing me to himself like he would merge our bodies if he could.A chilling sensation ran through me, settling as an aching throb at the spot just below my abdomen. I kissed him like my life depended on it, because maybe it did.My hand pressed to his chest, the other tangling in his hair. Our tongues danced, exploring the parts of each other that had remained hidden for way too long.I could feel my legs trembling, my arousal dripping into my underwear.I wanted to take it off.Hold on…Very like me to get soaking wet from

2Chloe was right.Good dick is the cure for loneliness.Turns out, the satisfaction I'd been chasing wasn't hiding in another self-help podcast or twelve-hour workdays.It definitely wasn't buried somewhere between finding my purpose and investing in myself — the excuse I fed my family every time they questioned my work-kitchen-bed routine.Maybe I'd been lonely all along.Maybe I'd just needed one reckless night with a ridiculously attractive stranger in blue overalls to admit it.If I had been told this would happen, I would outrightly refuse it. Now, between Blake and I, I couldn't tell who was moaning louder.By the way, who doesn't love a man that moans like that?The night blurred into laughter, stolen kisses and clothes abandoned wherever they landed. Blake touched me like a man trying to memorize a song after hearing it only once. I loved it.There were moments when his confidence cracked, his hands trembled ever so slightly, his breathing hitched, and he looked at me with t

4“Maya!” Chloe's dramatic voice exploded through the speaker. “My darling big sister, I was so worried about you.”I rolled my eyes. “It's been what? Three days?”“That's long enough,” she whined. “I was beginning to think I'd have to file a missing person's report.”I scoffed. “I've been working, Chlo.”“And avoiding me.”Maybe that one was true.“What do you want, Chloe?”“I wanted to hear my sister's voice.”I smiled despite myself. “Liar.”“O… kay, maybe I also needed someone to yap to about Blake.”Great!Of course.*What did he do now?”“Nothing!” she laughed. “He's just... amazing.”“Mhm…mm!”“He sent flowers to my office today.”“Mhm.”“And yesterday he drove forty minutes just because I said I missed him.”“Mhm.”“And… the list is so long, I don't want to bore you. I just wanted you to know that your little sister is so happy.”The smile slowly faded from my face.“That's…” I exhaled. “I'm glad, Chlo.”A brief silence settled between us before she spoke again.“Can I ask you

The moment my lips left his, reality came back with vengeance.I stumbled backwards so fast my knees bumped into the couch.Silence.What the fuck did I just do?The rain hammered against the windows, thunder rolling somewhere above us, but none of it was louder than the thoughts crashing through my head.“What…” I breathed.I looked at Blake. He looked just as stunned.“I…” He began.“No.” The word escaped my lips harshly. “No. We are not doing this.”His mouth opened again. “Maya…”“No.” I repeated frantically, pointing a finger at him like he was the problem. “That never happened.”His brows pulled together. “It literally just happened.”“It happened to two completely different people.”He blinked. “What?”“I don't know.” I rubbed both hands over my face. “The storm has fried my brain.”A laugh almost escaped him.I shot him a warning glare. “Don't laugh. This is a serious matter.”He nodded immediately, although his lips still twitched.“You're my sister's boyfriend, forgotten alr

The Ex-con And The Pastor's Daughter 1Ezekiel The pastor's daughter was beautiful… but she wasn't happy.I noticed that before I noticed her eyes.Before I noticed the white dress.Before I noticed that every unmarried man in the church had already stolen a glance at her before the service began.Happy people moved differently.They laughed without thinking, their shoulders rested. Their smiles were constantly on their faces before anyone asked for it, but hers was different.She smiled exactly the way people smile in front of cameras. Wide enough to convince everyone, never wide enough to reach her eyes.I knew that type of smile.I guess you can say being in prison for three years teaches one a lot. One of those things is how to recognize people who are surviving instead of living.The pastor's daughter was surviving.“...and the Lord said…” The pastor kept preaching.Everyone listened, or pretended to. I wasn't listening and I didn't bother to pretend.My eyes kept drifting back