All Chapters of PUCKING THE BAD BOY CAPTAIN: Chapter 51 - Chapter 59

Chapter 51 Izzy Lily did not stay in the doorway.She looked at Riven’s open pants. She looked at my hand, still stupidly half raised like I had forgotten what a hand was for. She looked at my face. Then she stepped inside and shut the door behind her with her heel.“Can I join you,” she said.It was not even a question the way a normal person asks a question. She said it like she already knew the answer and she was only checking if we were going to pretend otherwise.“Lily,” I said. “Get out.”“No.”Riven had not moved from the door. He was still hard. He had not even tried to put himself away. He looked at her the way he had looked at me two minutes ago, like he was waiting to see which one of us would break first.Lily pulled her shirt over her head and dropped it on the floor.“Lily, stop.”She pushed her shorts down next. No bra. No underwear. She stood there like that was a normal thing to do in someone else’s room after you just walked in on them.“Suck it,” she said.I stare

Chapter 53LilyI did not go to my room.I walked down the stairs with Izzy’s big grey hoodie hanging past my thighs and my shorts sitting crooked on my hips. My skin was still buzzing, and my cheek still hurt where she had slapped me. I touched it lightly and smiled. It was a good kind of pain. Sharp and clear. It reminded me that I had finally gotten under her skin.She could act angry all she wanted, but I knew what I had seen upstairs. She had tried to push me away, yet she had still held onto me. She had screamed at me, but she had also been shaken by what happened between us. She could tell herself that she hated me, but I knew I had left something behind in her mind that she could not simply erase.I walked into the kitchen, the cold floor pressing against my bare feet.The house was too quiet. It was the kind of silence that made me uncomfortable because it gave people too much time to think. I opened the fridge, grabbed a bottle of water, and drank half of it before wiping my

Chapter 55RivenThe note had no title. It just started.Day one in the Holt house. He did not recognize me. Neither did his father. Eight years and a haircut and they both looked right through me like I was the help. Which is funny, because that is exactly what they hired me to be.I read that line three times. My thumb would not move. The phone felt heavier than a phone should feel.I made myself scroll.Dad and Holt were partners for eleven years. Holt moved the money. Dad signed the papers. When the people Holt owed came asking, Dad was the only name on anything. He lost the company. He lost the house. He almost lost his life.Then Holt married Mom. Eight months. He called it helping. He took the last of what she had and left her with a lake house album and a stepson who never looked at me once.Riven was my stepbrother for eight months. He called me Little Lil. He does not remember that either.My stomach turned over.I looked at the photo on the bed. The girl with the long hair

Chapter 57CallieVesper sent the schedule at six in the morning.Thursday. Dinner at Marlow’s on King Street. Window table. Photographers outside from eight. Hold hands across the table. Laugh at something he says, even if it is not funny. Let him walk you to the car.Underneath it she had added one more line.He will pick you up at seven. Please do not kill him before the gala.I sent back a single thumbs up and lay in bed staring at the ceiling. I had not stopped thinking about the rink. About the way his whole face changed when that phone buzzed. About his voice going low and flat when he said the name.Jax.I knew who Jax was. Everyone who followed hockey in this city knew. Captain of the Vipers. The Thunder’s worst rival. The kind of player who got fined more than he got praised. And Nyx Calloway, star winger for the Thunder, was talking to him like they were planning something.Just a girl from a paper.I got out of bed and opened my notebook and read those words again. Then I

Chapter 59VesperThe envelope was on my desk before I was.That was the first thing wrong with the morning. I always got to the media office at six forty five. Nobody else came in before eight. But when I unlocked my door, there was a cream colored envelope sitting square in the middle of my keyboard, and a woman was sitting in my chair.Liora.She had her long legs crossed and her expensive coat folded over the arm of my chair. She was drinking from my mug. My mug. The white one with the little gold V that Callie bought me for my birthday.“Good morning, Vesper,” she said. “Your coffee machine is terrible.”“How did you get in here?”“I asked nicely.” She set the mug down. “Sit. Or stand. I do not mind. This will not take long.”I stayed standing. My heart was already going too fast. The last time I saw this woman I was hiding in a hotel bathroom with Silas’s marks on my neck and my shoes in my hand.“Open it,” she said, nodding at the envelope.I did not want to. I opened it anyway